<?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-7465897</id><updated>2011-12-24T08:00:38.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bulletin Board Called Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8224571186775336175</id><published>2011-12-22T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:24:26.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue the Merriment and Learning After Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/candy/1/I/R/E/-/-/candycanetruffles180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/candy/1/I/R/E/-/-/candycanetruffles180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much build-up to Christmas, that, if your are like me, the next day tends to feel kind of glum. However, one can continue the merriment by celebrating the little-known holidays between Christmas and New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 26, National Candy Cane (National Confectioners Association): &lt;/strong&gt;Many children build up a vast assortment of candy canes during the Christmas season, and this is the day to put them to use! Here are some activities to get you started: research the story of the candy cane &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/candycane.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://inventors.about.com/od/foodrelatedinventions/a/candy_canes.htm"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;; create fun crafts, like this &lt;a href="http://www.thebestkidsbooksite.com/craftdetails3.cfm?CraftID=621"&gt;mouse&lt;/a&gt; or this &lt;a href="http://www.claus.com/santashome/crafts_pepper.php"&gt;peppermint pointsettia&lt;/a&gt;; concoct yummy &lt;a href="http://candy.about.com/od/specialoccasions/r/ccanetruffles.htm"&gt;candy cane truffles&lt;/a&gt;; and hold a &lt;a href="http://holidays.kaboose.com/xmas-party.html"&gt;candy cane relay race&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 26th&lt;/strong&gt; is also &lt;strong&gt;National Thank-you Note Day&lt;/strong&gt;: the perfect opportunity to have your children send out thank-you cards to far-away relatives for gifts received (maybe a hand-crafted candy cane-themed card?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 28, Pledge of Allegiance Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Why wait until July to promote patriotic fun and learning? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.homeofheroes.com/hallofheroes/1st_floor/flag/1bfc_pledge.html"&gt;Home of Heroes&lt;/a&gt; for the story behind these important words, view &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZBTyTWOZCM&amp;amp;noredirect=1"&gt;Red Skelton's inspiring rendition&lt;/a&gt; of the pledge, and then log onto FamilyFun.com to &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/4th-of-july/4th-of-july-crafts/ribbon-door-flag-672013/"&gt;create your own flag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very merry post-CHRISTmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8224571186775336175?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8224571186775336175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8224571186775336175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8224571186775336175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8224571186775336175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2011/12/continue-merriment-holidays-for-kids-or.html' title='Continue the Merriment and Learning After Christmas'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-2028376452197986041</id><published>2010-12-24T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:28:27.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons I Learned While Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TRWT2w1o4HI/AAAAAAAAADY/GnJfOXcYyAU/s1600/shopping%2Bvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554508284463472754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TRWT2w1o4HI/AAAAAAAAADY/GnJfOXcYyAU/s320/shopping%2Bvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Beware of the Target toy aisles... Marching flourescent frogs and harried shopping carts will trample you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; By far, the most entertaining experience at Borders is waiting in line. Afterall, the "line aisle" (for lack of a better term) is the only location in the store where you can find the little boxes of magnetic structures that repel eachother. The fun here? You can bounce and flip them off each other, of course! Sure to cure any and all line boredom (shhh!). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; In the hustle and bustle of holiday traffic, one should &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; follow a County Connection bus too closely, especially when its lights begin flashing. You may never get home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Even if your merry, Santa hat clad cashier acknowledges your coupon, do not count on them actually using it. In the holiday rush, they may forget--and it's not fun getting back into a line 40 people long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-2028376452197986041?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2028376452197986041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=2028376452197986041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2028376452197986041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2028376452197986041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2010/12/lessons-i-learned-while-christmas.html' title='Lessons I Learned While Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TRWT2w1o4HI/AAAAAAAAADY/GnJfOXcYyAU/s72-c/shopping%2Bvintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8771864619823625931</id><published>2010-12-19T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T11:34:17.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Gift Rankings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TQ5ZTscCNuI/AAAAAAAAADE/bypdOQ93BuA/s1600/charliescar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552473585475532514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TQ5ZTscCNuI/AAAAAAAAADE/bypdOQ93BuA/s320/charliescar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Unusual:&lt;/strong&gt; a large, unmarked Christmas bag with only a disposable fork inside (What does this mean??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Unexpected: &lt;/strong&gt;a spray of "diamonds and saphires" (brooch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Priceless: &lt;/strong&gt;One of my pre-k boys was SO excited about giving me one of his very own toy cars (it winds up and drives all by itself!). He was insistent that it not be left at school because he wanted me to have fun playing with it at home. :) He wrapped it all by himself and even made his own bow. So stinkin' cute!!! We had much fun playing together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Fun:&lt;/strong&gt; There were so many, but here are a couple: movie tickets and a Barnes and Noble gift card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most valuable:&lt;/strong&gt; a watercolor from one of my students who is going to be a famous artist someday and an email address from my dear 5th grader who is moving back to South Korea in a couple of weeks :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Smell:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmmmm... Sweet pea bath and body set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Homemade:&lt;/strong&gt; It's really a tie: moist pumpkin bread, candied walnuts, and old-fashioned caramel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hillarious Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's a BUTT WASHER!!" -one of my pre-k girls upon seeing a pink lufa I received as a present. She then proceeded to demonstrate ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much to Starbucks this year? :&lt;/strong&gt; $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a wonderful year; there were even those who went out of their way to make sure they gifted me with something I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; eat ... I am soooo blessed!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8771864619823625931?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8771864619823625931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8771864619823625931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8771864619823625931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8771864619823625931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-gift-rankings.html' title='2010 Gift Rankings'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TQ5ZTscCNuI/AAAAAAAAADE/bypdOQ93BuA/s72-c/charliescar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-4914162962576138354</id><published>2010-12-08T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:52:58.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming in First</title><content type='html'>I needed You today. From the moment I opened my eyes and flew out of bed I needed You. The moment I began racing out the door without breakfast, my mind was spinning around a million other tasks and situations that lay before me. I needed You then, and I need You now. Can I just stop this hurried pace, stop for even just a second, and listen? No matter how fast I move my arms, my legs, my mind, nothing will truly be accomplished without looking to You first. My soul's arms are open wide. I am stopping. I am taking a breath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-4914162962576138354?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4914162962576138354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=4914162962576138354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4914162962576138354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4914162962576138354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2010/12/coming-in-first.html' title='Coming in First'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-502211781576432906</id><published>2009-09-14T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:21:27.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eats for Folks w/ Alleriges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elanaspantry.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/acorn_squash_with_cranberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://www.elanaspantry.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/acorn_squash_with_cranberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Eats 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom, sister Holly and cousin Michelle inspired me to try yummy new recipes, ones that I could eat even though my list of "can't-eat-foods" is eternally long. Even if you don't have food allergies, this harvest dish (squash, apple and cranberry) is yummy and perfect for fall (which seems to be here already!). Discover the tastiness here: &lt;a href="http://www.elanaspantry.com/acorn-squash-with-cranberry-apple-stuffing/"&gt;http://www.elanaspantry.com/acorn-squash-with-cranberry-apple-stuffing/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you want to healthfully sweeten this dish, add a little stevia (which is what I think I'm going to do!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-502211781576432906?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/502211781576432906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=502211781576432906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/502211781576432906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/502211781576432906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-eats-for-folks-w-alleriges.html' title='Good Eats for Folks w/ Alleriges'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-3195532984480474500</id><published>2008-07-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:03:24.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #25 (Uni-Tasking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine wants to know what people think of this article: &lt;a href="http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/the_web/article4362950.ece"&gt;http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/the_web/article4362950.ece&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I posted in reply:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I  am in love with uni-tasking! I read an article similar to this a couple of years ago and felt soooo much better after reading it. You know, that part of you that feels it should be concentrating is battling the part that lies that what society tells us about multi-tasking is best (get more done!). It just feels more natural to uni-task...more peaceful, calming... One of the best nights of my life was a night spend with the electricity out. I actually began wishing the electricity would permanently go out in my house and office. Aw, breathe... :) God certainly doesn't want us burdened."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-3195532984480474500?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3195532984480474500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=3195532984480474500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3195532984480474500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3195532984480474500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/07/tftd-25-uni.html' title='T.F.T.D. #25 (Uni-Tasking)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1264370790203430740</id><published>2008-07-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:15:15.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #24 (First Ride)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images1.comstock.com/Imagewarehouse/RF/SITECS/NLWMCompingVersions/0001000/1000-1499/KS1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://images1.comstock.com/Imagewarehouse/RF/SITECS/NLWMCompingVersions/0001000/1000-1499/KS1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey out there. When was the last time you observed a child, other than a family member or close friend, learning how to ride a bike (training wheel-less!) for the first time? Walking down the Iron Horse Trail this evening, I watched a mother and daughter experience that exact experience. It was priceless. The mom, with her blouse blowing in the breeze, held one strong hand in a solid grasp on her daughter's purple bike while jogging and pushing...careful not to let the her little blonde fall. "This is a milestone," she urged softly in her daughter's ear, never letting her eyes off what was in front of them. "It takes baby steps..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I passed them by, and understanding what a beautiful moment I had witnessed between this young mother and daughter, I glanced back and smiled. The girl had veered off into the weeds, but she and her bike were both still standing. This wise mother knew the exact moment to let go. In her care, she gave her daughter the confidence and encouragement to overcome a big feat--successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for God on this trail, and I found Him speaking to me, through this little girl's first ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1264370790203430740?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1264370790203430740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1264370790203430740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1264370790203430740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1264370790203430740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/07/tftd-24-first-ride.html' title='T.F.T.D. #24 (First Ride)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7031952066063089544</id><published>2008-06-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:02:13.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #23 (Where They Are Now?)</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what your favorite childhood stars are up to now? Flipping through the channels this morning, I caught one of my favorite childhood shows on and, since I hadn't heard anything about them since their screen days, immediately wondered where these actors are at now. Here are a couple: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/images_tv/comedy/mork&amp;amp;mindy_004.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/images_tv/comedy/mork&amp;amp;mindy_004.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mindy, &lt;em&gt;Mork and Mindy &lt;/em&gt;(Pam Dawber):&lt;/strong&gt; No longer acting, but is involved in Big Brothers, Little Sisters and "EyeQ" (assists reading speed and comprehension). Dawber is married with two sons, Sean and Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTUyNTA0MDE0N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTU2MTMzMQ@@._V1._SX99_SY139_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTUyNTA0MDE0N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTU2MTMzMQ@@._V1._SX99_SY139_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punky Brewster (Soleil Moon Frye):&lt;/strong&gt; Still working in the film industry (even directing), has been married for about 10 years and just had her second daughter, Jagger Blue (first daughter: Poet, talk about them names! Well, her name &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Sun Moon). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcgeeandme.com/images/pic_cast_nicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mcgeeandme.com/images/pic_cast_nicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Martin in &lt;em&gt;McGee and Me!&lt;/em&gt; (Joseph Dammann):&lt;/strong&gt; Still acting and working in reality T.V. production (including &lt;em&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/em&gt;--strange to think of him doing that ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/images/mrbelvedere.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/images/mrbelvedere.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Belvedere (Christopher Hewitt): &lt;/strong&gt;He died in 2001 from complications with diabetes. :( However, I am currently reading Julie Andrew's amazing biography and was very surprised to find out from this research that she and Hewitt both debuted on Broadway together (&lt;em&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/em&gt;, 1956)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/156/000026078/crop-840114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/156/000026078/crop-840114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Webster (Emmanuel Lewis): This childhood star brought his own record label, Emmanuel Lewis Entertainment, to the scene in 2000 and is now jumping back into acting (&lt;em&gt;Doesn't Texas Ever End&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:o7yXHRRd_4LefM:http://www.tvacres.com/images/vici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:o7yXHRRd_4LefM:http://www.tvacres.com/images/vici.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vici the Robot, &lt;em&gt;Small Wonder &lt;/em&gt;(Tiffany Brissette):&lt;/strong&gt; No longer acting, Brissette, enjoys horseback riding and is a counselor in San Diego for children and young adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/alik7/th_DAVID_LASCHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/alik7/th_DAVID_LASCHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ted McGriff, &lt;em&gt;Hey Dude!&lt;/em&gt; (David Lascher):&lt;/strong&gt; Still acting and is married with two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/media/pistons/80s_olsen_twins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nba.com/media/pistons/80s_olsen_twins1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Michelle, &lt;em&gt;Full House &lt;/em&gt;(Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen): &lt;/strong&gt;J/K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/media.canada.com/1785a528-bef3-4f04-af39-9312146bfd98/jodiesweetin_abc.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/media.canada.com/1785a528-bef3-4f04-af39-9312146bfd98/jodiesweetin_abc.jpg?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie Tanner, &lt;em&gt;Full House &lt;/em&gt;(Jodie Sweetin): &lt;/strong&gt;Sweetin is no longer acting, but is excited about teaching. Recently married (2007), Sweetin just had her first child, a baby girl named Zoie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7031952066063089544?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7031952066063089544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7031952066063089544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7031952066063089544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7031952066063089544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-23-where-they-are-now.html' title='T.F.T.D. #23 (Where They Are Now?)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1577659672554284461</id><published>2008-06-16T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:59:15.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #22 (Engagement)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ3SADz3I/AAAAAAAAArg/j__s2ECr7rU/s400/hd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ3SADz3I/AAAAAAAAArg/j__s2ECr7rU/s400/hd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sisses' engagement photos from the Presidio (San Francisco) turned out SO cute! She's a good little model and this one's totally classic. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ4H2Hn2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-7FAdcyS7f0/s400/hd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ4H2Hn2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-7FAdcyS7f0/s400/hd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ33PyY-I/AAAAAAAAArw/evte8pKtyME/s400/hd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ33PyY-I/AAAAAAAAArw/evte8pKtyME/s400/hd4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more, view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happenstancephotography.com/slideshows/hollydaniel/"&gt;http://happenstancephotography.com/slideshows/hollydaniel/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1577659672554284461?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1577659672554284461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1577659672554284461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1577659672554284461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1577659672554284461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-22-engagement.html' title='T.F.T.D. #22 (Engagement)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__N8gaxZoh10/SFcZ3SADz3I/AAAAAAAAArg/j__s2ECr7rU/s72-c/hd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-373776375120996826</id><published>2008-06-15T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:01:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #21 (Luxury)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://affimg.tfaw.com/coverst/400/d/ddtw2220394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://affimg.tfaw.com/coverst/400/d/ddtw2220394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is now a luxury (fit in everyone you can! :) ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-373776375120996826?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/373776375120996826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=373776375120996826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/373776375120996826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/373776375120996826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/driving-is-now-luxury-fit-in-everyone.html' title='T.F.T.D. #21 (Luxury)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-6632562015737810807</id><published>2008-06-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:10:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #20 (Thinking)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xdeals4u.com/images/Think,%20think,%20think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.xdeals4u.com/images/Think,%20think,%20think.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple cool quotes for the day from &lt;em&gt;Thinking for a Change&lt;/em&gt; by John Maxwell: "...stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible." A belief in the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible." 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...call it what you like: the will to succeed, belief in yourself, confidence in your ability, faith. It's really true: people who believe they can't, don't. But if you believe you can, you can! That's the power ..." 170&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-6632562015737810807?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6632562015737810807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=6632562015737810807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6632562015737810807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6632562015737810807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-20-thinking.html' title='T.F.T.D. #20 (Thinking)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-6040916976247830626</id><published>2008-06-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:34:19.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #19 (The Bachelor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.commonsensemedia.org/reviews/images/1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="149" alt="" src="http://www.commonsensemedia.org/reviews/images/1660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot &lt;em&gt;believe &lt;/em&gt;that I actually got sucked into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had only ever seen one episode before. Through watching the ads and that one show, it appeared that most of the ladies seemed extremely superficial and, while I surprisingly noticed that the show actually had some depth, you can't help but think, "Who in their right mind would put themselves through that?!" And I'm talking about the guy or the girls, take your pick. Blak! (It seems kind of barbaric, too.) However, as much as I kind of hated to admit it, the show did intrigue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as today was my last "official" day at work (remember, I'm a teacher and it's now summer :) ), I took a few minutes to sit back and enjoy flipping through some channels. Extremely unfortunely, there was a &lt;em&gt;Bachelor&lt;/em&gt; marathon on... After 10 minutes, I was hooked and, after a couple of episodes, my roomie had to go to sleep and I had to turn the lights out. and then the TV somehow switched off the&lt;em&gt; Bachelor &lt;/em&gt;marathon channel. "Oh no!" I thought as he was down to only three girls (one had just gone off in a sea of tears--ugh...). That's when I found myself frantically searching for the right channel and, fhew, found it. I put the DVR on record and will find out tomorrow who will become Mrs. Firestone. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, isn't it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-6040916976247830626?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6040916976247830626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=6040916976247830626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6040916976247830626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6040916976247830626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-19-bachelor.html' title='T.F.T.D. #19 (The Bachelor)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-5858065705003346130</id><published>2008-06-02T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:17:10.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #18 (Here we go!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/dsn/dsn114/asleep-in-a-pile-of-paperwork-~-1769884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/dsn/dsn114/asleep-in-a-pile-of-paperwork-~-1769884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go! This one's &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; (except that it's a guy, of course :) ). That is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-5858065705003346130?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5858065705003346130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=5858065705003346130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5858065705003346130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5858065705003346130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-18-here-we-go.html' title='T.F.T.D. #18 (Here we go!)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1504620975327418669</id><published>2008-06-02T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:16:18.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #18 (Paperwork Procrastination)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.keepingthecastle.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/clutter-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.keepingthecastle.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/clutter-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whewww... When getting through paperwork (esp. paperwork you've procrastinated about for endless months), it feels like a boulder falling off your back. Cliche, yes, but oh so true!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - I think this blondie should look even more in angst than she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1504620975327418669?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1504620975327418669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1504620975327418669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1504620975327418669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1504620975327418669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/06/tftd-17-paperwork-procrastination.html' title='T.F.T.D. #18 (Paperwork Procrastination)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-5318613445662065050</id><published>2008-05-31T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:26:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #17 ('80s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.schoenecker.us/images/goonies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.schoenecker.us/images/goonies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know, after watching movies like &lt;em&gt;13 Going On 30&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Goonies&lt;/em&gt;, etc., I'm really starting to think that the '80s were a better time in history than I realized. Thinking back to my own childhood, it/they were quite magical... Life now is too computerized and T.V.-oriented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, it was a time when mohawks, neon tresses and girls with only half a head of hair were common sites, not to mention crazy punk rockers, but it was also a time when life was much more simple. We were creative kids. I remember my group of neighborhood friends, etc., always dreaming up imaginary worlds to play in, like "lost kids in the forrest" (of course, it helped that &lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2002/0203/et0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2002/0203/et0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I grew up in the country). We were kids who, if we put our whole selves into it, could do anything ("kid power!"), like save our homes and communities, make sure right prevailed and become anything we wanted. We were inventive (think Data in &lt;em&gt;Goonies&lt;/em&gt; [I actually was friends with a kid kind of like him] and Elliot's "phone home" invention) &lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2002/0203/et0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adventurous, and much more outdoorsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time, in many regards, life made so much more sense to me. The times were fun and life was more...&lt;em&gt;real..&lt;/em&gt;.more organic in feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-5318613445662065050?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5318613445662065050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=5318613445662065050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5318613445662065050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5318613445662065050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-17-80s.html' title='T.F.T.D. #17 (&apos;80s)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7324328926646842020</id><published>2008-05-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:00:08.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #16 (Holidays)</title><content type='html'>I've always loved celebrating (or at least being aware of) weird daily holidays. However, today I am at a quandry... How on earth do you celebrate My Bucket's Got a Hole in It Day (May 30)??? Right. Any ideas? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7324328926646842020?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7324328926646842020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7324328926646842020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7324328926646842020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7324328926646842020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-16-holidays.html' title='T.F.T.D. #16 (Holidays)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-6453070992639588942</id><published>2008-05-29T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:58:33.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #15 (Perfect Class)</title><content type='html'>They say there is no such thing as the perfect class. I beg to differ... I had it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. School ended yesterday and I have already been missing my kids for the past two weeks. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-6453070992639588942?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6453070992639588942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=6453070992639588942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6453070992639588942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6453070992639588942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-14-perfect-class.html' title='T.F.T.D. #15 (Perfect Class)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1174021116798732486</id><published>2008-05-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:18:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #14 (They're Ba-ck!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_SsUUh5J96EBkM:http://www.product-"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:_SsUUh5J96EBkM:http://www.product-" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're drawing pictures of them. Playing with them at recess (and in class...). They're watching them on T.V. They're talking, talking, talking about them... And they're robots in disguise! Yes, the mighty Transformers are back! Isn't it funny how the world works? That's one thing from childhood that both my students &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I will have in common. And it's thanks to Steven Spielberg. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1174021116798732486?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1174021116798732486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1174021116798732486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1174021116798732486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1174021116798732486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-14-theyre-ba-ck.html' title='T.F.T.D. #14 (They&apos;re Ba-ck!)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-6369572243341945607</id><published>2008-05-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:11:15.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #13 (Stumped)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.faithhousemanhattan.org/faith_house/images/2008/04/09/stumped.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://www.faithhousemanhattan.org/faith_house/images/2008/04/09/stumped.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a teacher, I am constantly asking kids questions about all sorts of things. Even if they ask me a question in return, I always know the answer--until yesterday... You would think this would be one of the easiest questions on earth. It's not even academic. Two of my students were trying to figure out, if they could get me anything, what they should get me for my birthday (they rock) and asked many questions: "What is your favorite color," "What is your favorite this and that..." Yet what they stumped me with was: "What is your favorite &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; [as in something that could be purchased or bought]?" It had to be my absolute favorite thing in the whole world. Wow, what an easy question...or not. My favorite thing? Clothes? No... "Earrings?" one asked. They're very cool, but no... Then what?? When you're a kid, I can see how that question would be easy: "An iPod!" "Transformers!" (yes, they're back!), "Littlest Pet Shop sets!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question bugged me all day. Why could I not figure out what my favorite thing was? Did I really not know myself as well as I thought?? No, that couldn't possibly be--I'm analyzing myself all the time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netg3.com/_img/kid-w-camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px;" src="http://www.netg3.com/_img/kid-w-camera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, I decided upon a camera. Well, my favorite "things" on earth are people, time spent with them, good memories and scrapbooking. So, I realized the material &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; that would be most important for that would be, presto!, a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fhew... Glad I got that figured out. What's your favorite thing? Ha! Take the challenge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-6369572243341945607?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6369572243341945607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=6369572243341945607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6369572243341945607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6369572243341945607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-13-stumped.html' title='T.F.T.D. #13 (Stumped)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-821548433179427527</id><published>2008-05-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:46:29.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #12 (Mother Whale)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/SDOY-FQdyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS-3FcwmIVA/s1600-h/P1010020re.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/SDOY-FQdyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS-3FcwmIVA/s320/P1010020re.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202670186873604418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the beach with friends for a beautiful Mother's Day and, surprise of surprise (as if hanging out with our own mom's wasn't cool enough), a mother and baby humpback whale swam in around the shore for a very extended and playful visit. Seriously, they were so close they were playing in the waves!  The whole beach full of people stood in awe for about 45 minutes of magic and beauty. Happy Mother's Day! God is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font align="left"&gt;(pictured from l-r: Holly, J.J., mua)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-821548433179427527?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/821548433179427527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=821548433179427527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/821548433179427527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/821548433179427527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/05/tftd-12-mother-whale.html' title='T.F.T.D. #12 (Mother Whale)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/SDOY-FQdyUI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS-3FcwmIVA/s72-c/P1010020re.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-5660387735497247975</id><published>2008-04-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:16:49.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #11 (house cleaning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.germanmaid.net/images/200156770-001%5B1%5Dbearbeitet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px;" src="http://www.germanmaid.net/images/200156770-001%5B1%5Dbearbeitet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it may take one second to muss up your car and 10,000 years to clean it up, but it seems to be the opposite with the house for me. It takes a couple days to muss it up and about 1 minute to clean. I like that... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-5660387735497247975?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5660387735497247975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=5660387735497247975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5660387735497247975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/5660387735497247975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-11-house-cleaning.html' title='T.F.T.D. #11 (house cleaning)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-4192366569867213077</id><published>2008-04-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:09:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #10 (con't.)</title><content type='html'>... &lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt; thinks that some, however, are pretty amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-4192366569867213077?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4192366569867213077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=4192366569867213077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4192366569867213077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4192366569867213077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-10-cont.html' title='T.F.T.D. #10 (con&apos;t.)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8073107958567749507</id><published>2008-04-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:22:01.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TFTD #9 (Guys)</title><content type='html'>To borrow the Myspace.com and Facebook.com format:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Olivia&lt;/strong&gt; thinks that guys can be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; cruel... :( "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8073107958567749507?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8073107958567749507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8073107958567749507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8073107958567749507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8073107958567749507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-9-guys.html' title='TFTD #9 (Guys)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-535447883205619387</id><published>2008-04-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:49:10.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TFTD #8 (Meatloaf)</title><content type='html'>Meatloaf for breakfast sounds totally disgusting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-535447883205619387?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/535447883205619387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=535447883205619387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/535447883205619387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/535447883205619387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-8-meatloaf.html' title='TFTD #8 (Meatloaf)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-2738391785149308948</id><published>2008-04-21T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:41:16.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #7 (SAT's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlerascals.net/Classroom1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thelittlerascals.net/Classroom1929.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I could stop saying, "BE quiet..." all the time if I could only get my students to understand that EVERY day of school is as important as an SAT day... Oh what a quiet class it would be! God &lt;em&gt;bless&lt;/em&gt; these tests. hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-2738391785149308948?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2738391785149308948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=2738391785149308948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2738391785149308948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2738391785149308948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-7-sats.html' title='T.F.T.D. #7 (SAT&apos;s)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8574323786998221004</id><published>2008-04-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:00:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.T.D. #6 (Homeschooling)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.worcestershire.gov.uk/home/tourism/wcc-museum-timetravel-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px;" src="http://www.worcestershire.gov.uk/home/tourism/wcc-museum-timetravel-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids came piling into class this morning, only five piled in. I wondering for awhile if they were going to be the only kids to show up. Where were the rest? Were they &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; sick? There were so few kids present that the ones who were began to laugh because the "sparse" room felt so strange. I suddenly felt like I was homeschooling and thought, "Wow, to only have five kids to be responsible for would be &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;! I could get use to this..." Then, most all of the other students wandered in one by one. And, I realized, I wouldn't ever want to give them up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8574323786998221004?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8574323786998221004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8574323786998221004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8574323786998221004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8574323786998221004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/tftd-6-homeschooling.html' title='T.F.T.D. #6 (Homeschooling)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-3621123718421487822</id><published>2008-04-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:45:31.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Messy Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/braxtonscarpet/BMW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px;" src="http://home.fuse.net/braxtonscarpet/BMW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it crazy to think how long it takes to clean out your car that it took only about two snaps to mess up?? That's what I spent my afternoon doing... Fun. (Though I do now feel much better.) Here's to hoping it takes at least &lt;em&gt;4 snaps &lt;/em&gt;to mess it up again. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-3621123718421487822?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3621123718421487822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=3621123718421487822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3621123718421487822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3621123718421487822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-for-day-5.html' title='Thought For the Day #5'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-3323845373676481666</id><published>2008-04-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:29:07.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.patentmonkey.com/PM/Portals/0/ThinkingMonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://www.patentmonkey.com/PM/Portals/0/ThinkingMonkey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're just too busy or overwhelmed to have a unique thought... But, hey, &lt;em&gt;that's a thought&lt;/em&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-3323845373676481666?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3323845373676481666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=3323845373676481666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3323845373676481666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3323845373676481666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-for-day-4.html' title='Thought For the Day #4'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7952903935601433219</id><published>2008-04-11T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:04:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Second) Thought For the Day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nexternal.com/swisher/images/Avanti_02232_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px;" src="http://www.nexternal.com/swisher/images/Avanti_02232_200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing I've heard on the trail so far- an about six-year-old boy to about the same aged girl as I was walking by a baseball field: "Jus' MAWY him then!" Then, "bladeeblahblahblah." And again, "Then jus' MAWY him!" Twenty minutes later I saw the girl walking down the field looking a little bewildered, but very deep in thought... I think she should just ask. What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7952903935601433219?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7952903935601433219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7952903935601433219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7952903935601433219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7952903935601433219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-thought-for-day-3.html' title='(Second) Thought For the Day #3'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8277146046234321205</id><published>2008-04-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:28:26.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/70/62/22596270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/70/62/22596270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;It's Friday!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8277146046234321205?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8277146046234321205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8277146046234321205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8277146046234321205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8277146046234321205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-for-day-3.html' title='Thought For the Day #3'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7197901694233542101</id><published>2008-04-10T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:14:14.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They Can Make Ya Feel So Young...And So Old (Before Your Time!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020sjtv5H9nYAbWqjzbkF/SIG=12joeep33/EXP=1207961507/**http%3A//www.sitcomsonline.com/photos/punkybrewsterseason2dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020sjtv5H9nYAbWqjzbkF/SIG=12joeep33/EXP=1207961507/**http%3A//www.sitcomsonline.com/photos/punkybrewsterseason2dvd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how kids can make you feel both young...and old...even when you're still in your 20's! On a typical day, you can find me plopping up on a desk and dangling my legs over the sides, checking out cool new stories with my second grade girls at recess. That makes me feel young. They respect me, but also declare that I am one of their friends. My kids last year kept telling me how young I was. Today, however, one of my boys came up to me and asked, "Did they have computers in your day?" In my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?! Isn't this still my day??? Ee gots. Seriously, these people can make you feel old, too. God bless 'em... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- While &lt;em&gt;today's&lt;/em&gt; icons my have better fashion sense, they're still about the same. Don't you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020uitv5HfnEADqujzbkF/SIG=13sk1ep0r/EXP=1207961634/**http%3A//www.mymostwanted.com/gallery/data/1569/medium/miley-cyrus_dot_com_hannahmontana-wallpapers001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px;" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020uitv5HfnEADqujzbkF/SIG=13sk1ep0r/EXP=1207961634/**http%3A//www.mymostwanted.com/gallery/data/1569/medium/miley-cyrus_dot_com_hannahmontana-wallpapers001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7197901694233542101?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7197901694233542101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7197901694233542101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7197901694233542101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7197901694233542101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-for-day-2.html' title='Thought For the Day #2'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-3604815476118570222</id><published>2008-04-09T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:35:28.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For the Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.getrolling.com/images/IronhorseDanville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.getrolling.com/images/IronhorseDanville.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; Where the Guys Are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently moving into a penthouse in a nice city in the Bay Area (no, I don't own it, or lease it, I only wish...), I took up walking the trail that runs behind our tennis courts and putting green and stretches through the majority of Bay Area cities. It actually motivates me to get out and exercise since runs through beautiful parks, canals and country nooks...and provides you with fresh air (no &lt;em&gt;cough, coughing&lt;/em&gt; as that old truck that needs a smog check shakes past you on the road). If you want, it can even take you through the Broadway Plaza district of Walnut Creek (rival to New York's fashionable shopping districts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I found out that's where all the cute guys are. After trying my hand at an eschelon of clubs, singles groups, churches, etc., virtually all I could ever find were 110-year-old divorced men who seemed to be more active than any guys...or girls...my age. Crazy. Anyway, I finally gave up, deciding that it was just too expensive for young people to live in the East Bay and...hmmm...maybe I should move, too. That was until 4,325 young people, most of them guys, whizzed past me on bikes and jogging shoes, just on my first day on the trail. Success! The only thing is that it's too bad they're too focused to socialize as they whiz by... Otherwise, this Champs-Elysées (which boasts a bazillion "strollers" between 5-6p) of the Bay would be perfect. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-3604815476118570222?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3604815476118570222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=3604815476118570222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3604815476118570222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3604815476118570222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-for-day-1.html' title='Thought For the Day #1'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8326940371526163179</id><published>2008-04-02T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:56:44.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Do the Hokey Pokey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/R_NxuQhoZSI/AAAAAAAAABM/72u-4ZSic5w/s1600-h/HOKEY_POKEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/R_NxuQhoZSI/AAAAAAAAABM/72u-4ZSic5w/s320/HOKEY_POKEY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184612635557520674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My former co-worker Matt Turner's (an awesome guy!) new book, &lt;em&gt;Hokey Pokey: Curious People Finding What Life's All Ab&lt;/em&gt;out, just hit store shelves yesterday! From what I've read of my advanced copy, between my two last-minute moves and job search, it is a very engaging and humorous book about figuring out how to live this crazy thing we call life--with passion and purpose--while living the way God meant for us to live. After I get my boxes sorted, I'll flip it open and finish it, because I'm dying to read more. Totally check it out &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hokey-Pokey-Curious-People-Finding/dp/0781445361/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1207029656&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; at Amazon.com. Happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--Oh! And don't you love the cover?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8326940371526163179?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8326940371526163179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8326940371526163179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8326940371526163179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8326940371526163179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-do-hokey-pokey.html' title='Let&apos;s Do the Hokey Pokey!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/R_NxuQhoZSI/AAAAAAAAABM/72u-4ZSic5w/s72-c/HOKEY_POKEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-239548920379989206</id><published>2008-03-28T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:41:48.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/521483297_d3e3ce1140.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/521483297_d3e3ce1140.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my long hiatus as a writer, I decided that enough is enough and I need to get back into my own world again. I've missed it. I don't know why I ever stopped--likely because my cloudy brain and very low energy level caused by adrenal fatigue and Crohn's, but I am not going to let that keep me away anymore. :) I feel more whole when I'm writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on a book, a composite of inspirational and/or humorous true stories about things school kids do and say. Being a teacher is really a gift. I am also about to take a "sabbatical" and open myself up to the world of children's literature, in the form of story books. Once I am well underway there, I plan to take up magazine article writing again (my true writing passion!). For now, I will be penning my reflections on the crazy life I lead and what is going on all around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been away for so long, I'm not sure anyone will read it, but it's a good discipline, it's out there, and I AM ABLE TO EXPRESS MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta and happy spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-239548920379989206?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/239548920379989206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=239548920379989206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/239548920379989206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/239548920379989206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-2453530335050738118</id><published>2007-07-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:51:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again ... and Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bridalgoddess.com/images/wedding%20vow%20rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bridalgoddess.com/images/wedding%20vow%20rings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the early 2000's people have told me, and countless other of my friends, "You have to be content being single in order for God to send you someone." Yesterday, however, was my last straw. While peeling potatoes with me, a very awesome Christian friend of mine counseled me with, what has almost become part of Christian doctrine: "You have to be content..." Although these many friends in the past have meant well, I beg to differ with what they believe to be a "now very obvious" and true philosophy. If being content in singlehood is the key to finding Mr./Mrs. Right, then why ... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ... after many periods of total singlehood contentment, have we never found anyone to fall in love with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ... for this to happen, would God require only that we be content in this part of our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ... are many perfect Christian relationships born out of two people not content being single...and &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; from perfect? (I know some do happen that way, but not all ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) ... does this sound just like advice Job got from his friends? "Obviously you're sinning if ...." Let's just learn the lesson from Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) ... HELLO! (and my biggest point of all), IS THERE NO BIBLICAL SUPPORT (that I have ever heard of) FOR THIS BELIEF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; belief is that that belief is a bunch of junk (to put it mildly) and needs to stop being touted as some mature Christian philosophy. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any true, sage, and &lt;em&gt;Biblical&lt;/em&gt; advice on this subject, you can let me know. Until then, I plan to continue growing in my relationship with Christ, becoming more content in each area of my life, but all the time realizing not to play it as some magical key to finding a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, these are dear people who suggested this thought, but I just don't want others to be misled, as it can be hindering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-2453530335050738118?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2453530335050738118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=2453530335050738118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2453530335050738118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2453530335050738118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-someone-goes-again.html' title='Again ... and Again ...'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8586859393538025769</id><published>2007-06-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:37:15.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought It Was All Just A Stereotype . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20070608/i/r3995038748.jpg?"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20070608/i/r3995038748.jpg?" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they really are that...you know. &lt;em&gt;Gotta&lt;/em&gt; check this out. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But once back at her luxury home, Paris celebrated by inviting her family round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pal said she had sent her assistant shopping and arranged for her make-up artist to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pal said: “It’s so cruel what has happened to her. She wasn’t allowed to wax or use a moisturiser. Her skin is so dry right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2007260702,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full article.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8586859393538025769?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8586859393538025769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8586859393538025769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8586859393538025769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8586859393538025769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-thought-it-was-all-just.html' title='And I Thought It Was All Just A Stereotype . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1154319075843329023</id><published>2007-06-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:19:26.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RmoaWPFpAgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ROL06BX6vsQ/s1600-h/Yau+and+OJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RmoaWPFpAgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ROL06BX6vsQ/s400/Yau+and+OJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073896899495920130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yau-Man came over to our house again, but this time I got a photo snapped of us! :) We found out soooo much more about his experience, like what went on behind the scenes, more about what we saw, what the cameramen and crew were like...and the secret to how he kicked booty in the maze. :D Wow! Very interesting stuff. He is one SMART, NICE and FUN guy. More on all of this lata. Chia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1154319075843329023?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1154319075843329023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1154319075843329023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1154319075843329023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1154319075843329023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RmoaWPFpAgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ROL06BX6vsQ/s72-c/Yau+and+OJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-2308053590137727695</id><published>2007-06-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:22:58.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzing Around In My Mind</title><content type='html'>For a long time now I've been &lt;em&gt;dieing&lt;/em&gt; to know the answer to two questions my brain just kind of thought of randomly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If atoms race faster the hotter they get, therefore turning into liquids or gasses, why does an egg turn from a liquid to a solid the hotter &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; becomes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mmmmmm....I had another one, but my brain is fried due to it being the last week of school (the end of the school year being WAY crazier and harder than I thought it would be--I've been pulling 14-16 hour days), so I'll have to get back to it later. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-2308053590137727695?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2308053590137727695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=2308053590137727695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2308053590137727695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/2308053590137727695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/buzzing-around-in-my-mind.html' title='Buzzing Around In My Mind'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-4210218711940943230</id><published>2007-06-02T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:09:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...So I'm Having Fun ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Saturn Sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/saturn-sky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sleek and smooth, and you need a car to match your hot persona.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, sometimes you want your top up - and sometimes you want it down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-4210218711940943230?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4210218711940943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=4210218711940943230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4210218711940943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/4210218711940943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/okayso-im-having-fun.html' title='Okay...So I&apos;m Having Fun ;)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7790052221385567915</id><published>2007-06-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:43:24.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York...It would have to be Long Island... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New York City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/newyork.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the energetic, ambitious type.&lt;br /&gt;And only NYC is fast enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career&lt;br /&gt;Or simply take in all the city has to offer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7790052221385567915?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7790052221385567915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7790052221385567915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7790052221385567915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7790052221385567915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-yorkit-would-have-to-be-long-island.html' title='New York...It would have to be Long Island... :)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-1405866877468163699</id><published>2007-06-02T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:26:49.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pretty Flower..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#96D6C5" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Iris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C5EFE4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/iris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a unique person who seeks out novelty in life.&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration seeker, you often have to change scenery to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;You don't deal well with structure or rules. You need to do it your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationships are free and flowing. No one can tie you down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not such a big fan of this particular flower, but what is said about it describes me to a "t". Yae! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-1405866877468163699?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1405866877468163699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=1405866877468163699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1405866877468163699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/1405866877468163699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/pretty-flower.html' title='&quot;Pretty Flower...&quot;'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-8384526875358314278</id><published>2007-05-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:51:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yau-Man Swam Here"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.butterflyonline.com/2007/images/07YauMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.butterflyonline.com/2007/images/07YauMan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we didn't know it at the time, but the very annimated, Borneo-born, table tennis instructor/pro we use to have over to our house for swim lessons had a secret. A very big secret. He called us up one day to request adult swim lessons in order to hone his skills for a "once in a lifetime trip to the South Seas." The very coordinated 54-year-old learned very quickly, under my dads coaching, to move skillfully and sleekly through the water. He and my dad had a lot of fun together and Yau especially peaked my dad's interest because of his love for, and great skills at, table tennis, my dad's ultimate sporting fave, aside from swimming. After his lessons in our backyard, Yau would hold his towel while we would chat about various things with him in our living room, all the while sharing his very happy and contagious personality, immediately becoming one my parent's favorites (as he is sooo many people's now (his popularity ranking is at 65% and &lt;em&gt;Survivor: Fiji&lt;/em&gt;'s host, Jeff Provst, said Yau-Man is his favorite Survivor &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to head to the South Seas very quickly after his lessons, we didn't hear from him for awhile--not until we received an email from him a few weeks ago thanking us for the lessons and explaining to us what his trip to the South Seas &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; was--what he was really training for (neither my parents or I have T.V.). They had just received the email as I was walking into their house for visit. Wow!!! After jumping up and down a million times (well, not my parents, but we three were ;) ) and (all) exclaiming "I can't believe it!!!! Ahhhh!!!," we quickly caught up with the entire season from a link Yau gave us in a following email. What an exciting adventure to watch the show already having a amazing person to root for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began emailing back and forth a bit about occurences in the show which was very fun. Talk about an athlete (I think the show stereo-typed Yau as "the nerd," but he so isn't--anyone can tell this, too, after watching his amazing feats on the show). However, he couldn't tell us, or anyone, anything about his &lt;em&gt;actual experience &lt;/em&gt;until the final votes were cast (Mother's Day). Unfortunately, Dreamz kinda stole the title from Yau, but he is good with it--whata guy. So, now that that has happened (and I'm SOOOO proud of Boo!!), I am hoping we can do an interview with him. Until then, I will say, "Yau-Man Swam Here." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much more about this...but I've got to hop in the pool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-8384526875358314278?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8384526875358314278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=8384526875358314278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8384526875358314278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/8384526875358314278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/05/yah-man-swam-here.html' title='&quot;Yau-Man Swam Here&quot;'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-6892047489409946047</id><published>2007-05-09T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:58:16.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cootie Catchers and Other Things</title><content type='html'>"Do you know how to make cootie catchers??" asked one of my students, holding a piece of paper up to me. Cootie catchers? When I was in elementary school, we just wiped them off on someone else's desk. What a fun new development!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, second graders are so cool!...And junior highers. I'm a strange sort to like junior highers I'm told, but it's right after the cootie stage, which makes it comical. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same spirit, my kids often ask me why in the world I am not married yet, or &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; why I don't have a boy friend (mostly at the beginning of the year). So, back in January, I answered, "Because I just haven't found the right guy yet." A little boy, who thereafter became one of my absolute favorite little guys, of course, looked up at me with big, serious eyes, "Find me..." he said. How cute is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, second graders rock. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-6892047489409946047?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6892047489409946047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=6892047489409946047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6892047489409946047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/6892047489409946047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/05/cootie-catchers-and-other-things.html' title='Cootie Catchers and Other Things'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7107026456872568714</id><published>2007-05-03T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:10:56.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Running for President!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/Rjn7ERGtAmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZYl2Rjke3FY/s1600-h/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060351707057029730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/Rjn7ERGtAmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZYl2Rjke3FY/s400/jj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is the first candidate running for the 2028 Presidential campaign! Check him out here: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jonjoh08"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jonjoh08&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7107026456872568714?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7107026456872568714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7107026456872568714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7107026456872568714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7107026456872568714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-brothers-running-for-president.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Running for President!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/Rjn7ERGtAmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZYl2Rjke3FY/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-373558023030276998</id><published>2007-04-13T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:47:37.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Bob! -- One For the Board</title><content type='html'>"I love to go to Washington - if only to be near my money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bob Hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-373558023030276998?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/373558023030276998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=373558023030276998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/373558023030276998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/373558023030276998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-bob-one-for-board.html' title='Thanks, Bob! -- One For the Board'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-3146650587409584239</id><published>2007-04-13T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:18:55.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My World, Updated</title><content type='html'>*I'm on SPRING BREAK!!! Enuf said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just got back from visiting my 16-year-old brother in the hospital after shattering his arm catching air on a friend's bike.  A little too much speed and a complete head-over-heals 360 in the air. Yep. And it's all caught on video. Poor boy... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spent Easter "at the beach" in Santa Cruz with friends and enjoyed a nice drive back up the coast in my dad's Mustang. And, can we say that I rock at Catch Phrase?! And I hadn't even played it since I lived in VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm on a new special diet called Cereal and Chocolate. I know, very unlike me, but life has been overwhelming...and if you approach it just right, you really lose weight, too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow I start a special Crohn's diet...you know, by the book and all. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm paiting two walls in my room English Countryside green (kinda springy sage) and slowly (following a budget, of course :) ) making my room into an East Coast beauty, complete with toile. My next interior design adventure--total beach girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Current Reading: "In Style"'s guide to fashion because I am inlove with fashion. And, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;, that is not the only book on my nightstand ;) , but, oh, it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go give my sister back her long shorts for her trip to SLO, so I've gotta run, but will type on here more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Janelle =:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-3146650587409584239?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3146650587409584239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=3146650587409584239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3146650587409584239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/3146650587409584239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-world-updated.html' title='My World, Updated'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-7264286231886292156</id><published>2007-04-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:01:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Celebratory Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcT3NB7VlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A-BsdVckFVA/s1600-h/oj+hike+040607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527346230777426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcT3NB7VlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A-BsdVckFVA/s400/oj+hike+040607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yae! School's out for spring break (I only had a 1/2 day with the kids today...which included a sweet bunny brunch :) ) and it was a beautiful spring day, so I took my brother and I and my convertable up to Mt. Diablo for a fun hike. We ran into a hissing snake, beautiful wild flowers...and plenty of scats...which my brother analyzed. :) It was all good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcUw9B7VmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_t0Isn3d_gs/s1600-h/Small+MD+Pictures+063_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050528338368222818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcUw9B7VmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_t0Isn3d_gs/s400/Small+MD+Pictures+063_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Scats and trail book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcW39B7VoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rpeBkO9MfS8/s1600-h/jjresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050530657650562690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcW39B7VoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rpeBkO9MfS8/s400/jjresized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...we had fantabulous time taking photos. ;) And, again, I thank God that I am able to do these things again. (!!) :D I love my brother. :) *awwwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-7264286231886292156?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7264286231886292156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=7264286231886292156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7264286231886292156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/7264286231886292156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-celebratory-hike.html' title='Today&apos;s Celebratory Hike'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/RhcT3NB7VlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A-BsdVckFVA/s72-c/oj+hike+040607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-117245855812211496</id><published>2007-02-25T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:55:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Hit San Francisco!</title><content type='html'>I know it's simply been ages since I've posted, and simply ages before that that I promised you updates, but, he-hem, I've been busy. Likely, but VERY true excuse. :) Well, nontheless, here is at least ONE rambling in the life of your's truly. My sister's friend, Dan, came to visit, and, since he had never before been to S.F., we HAD to give him the tour. With our very-S.F. road-knowledgable roomy's (Rebekka) riding shotgun, and my sister's driving ability, we hit the streets for a merry trip to the city. After a strange stint down-town, we hit Golden Gate Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/1600/831190/Video%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/400/598844/Video%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the white shoes! Here, our foot-o-gram (yes, I have to have those!) at the Japanese Tea Gardens (who still charged us even though it was close to closing and most of the pictureske ponds had been drained for cleaning. Still bea-u-tiful, though, still beautiful!). My brother and I decided we're making our own like gardens in my new backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/1600/532922/Video%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/400/120381/Video%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top to bottom on the SWEET bridge at the Tea Gardens: my brother Jonathan, my sister Holly, Rebekka, Dan and mua *kisses*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/1600/428171/Video%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/400/838976/Video%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother actually drank tea--and LIKED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/1600/654182/Video%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3434/461/400/810615/Video%20019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, have always been an ardent admirer of tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-117245855812211496?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/117245855812211496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=117245855812211496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/117245855812211496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/117245855812211496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-hit-san-francisco.html' title='We Hit San Francisco!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116909230450336769</id><published>2007-01-17T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:51:44.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not MY Randomosity (this time) ;)</title><content type='html'>Oh, my very cool little kids . . . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're up in the front of the classroom teaching arithmetic. "So you cross out the 6, change it to a 5 and borrow 10 ..." Then, as is typical, a student raises their hand (in compliance with rule #2: "When the teacher is speaking..."), a little boy in this case, probably with a question asking why we're borrowing 10 and not 1 or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Johnny*?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that last year I went on a really fast rollercoaster at Great Flags and it was really fun, but I wouldn't take my pet turtle on it 'cause his shell would probably crack...but I would take my hamster because . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Johnny, yes, that is very interesting. I'm sure it was fun, but...this is math..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a visit with the head of the primary department a bit before Christmas, Petey walks through the door with a candy cane and hands it to the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, thank you, Petey*. But, where did you get this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Sussex* had them out in her room for free," he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ssshhhhure it was free?" the teacher questioned, suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," Petey said confused, but confident. "It was in a box that said 'sugar free candy canes'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names changed because, duh, you know why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116909230450336769?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116909230450336769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116909230450336769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116909230450336769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116909230450336769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-my-randomosity-this-time.html' title='It&apos;s Not MY Randomosity (this time) ;)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116675037109054059</id><published>2006-12-21T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:19:31.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Gazillion Calories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.rtdti.com/trails/2006-06-20-Briones-Alhambra/2006-06-20--14.17.52-img_2276.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My groovy San Diego friend Kristine, my sister Holly and I all went for a very brisk Christmas hike on Tuesday morning. After only a couple of San Francisco-type hills, we had all stripped our jackets and rolled up our sleeves. But we were goin' for more, baby! I breathed a prayer when I realized how intense the hills were since I am still recovering. But, after we had hiked for about three hours, passed and posed with a few cattle, and kissed a million gazillion calories goodbye, we had climbed up innumerable giant hills and I was doing just fine--not even sore! Just a little hungry (I have one heck of a protein drink!). :) I'm feeling a bit tired and stuff, but, yae that God is healing me and that I'm getting to get out with my friends and experience life again! Woo! New adventures await... (Thank you, God!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- I'll post photos of us when I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rtdti.com/trails/2006-06-20-Briones-Alhambra/2006-06-20--14.17.52-img_2274.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116675037109054059?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116675037109054059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116675037109054059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116675037109054059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116675037109054059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/million-gazillion-calories.html' title='A Million Gazillion Calories!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116637634112380575</id><published>2006-12-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:36:46.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma Root Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Root Beer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/root-beer.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra sweet and innocent, you have a subtle complexity behind your sugary front.&lt;br /&gt;Children love you, but so do high end snobs... when you're brewed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda compatibility match: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Diet Coke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Editor's Note: Let's make that &lt;strong&gt;A&amp;W Root Beer&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you! And, Mr. Dr. Pepper, where are you?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116637634112380575?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116637634112380575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116637634112380575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116637634112380575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116637634112380575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/ima-root-beer.html' title='I&apos;ma Root Beer'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116577478016709675</id><published>2006-12-10T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T10:19:40.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>Who thought up red, yellow and green for stop lights? Blue would calm traffic hot-heads and is very pretty. *smile* Yes, very random...only up here so I could change the status, etc., of my profile. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116577478016709675?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116577478016709675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116577478016709675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116577478016709675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116577478016709675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116544816880037615</id><published>2006-12-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:37:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm entering data base right now for my part-time job--and I need a break! So, hi out there in blogger land. :) Some funny stories coming my way from cute little second-graders that I'll have to share with you soon. I've also been turnin' my little cottage into Christmas Central. Making many of my own gifts for people, all of my own Christmas cards, and am concocting some new traditions (just like I did this past Turkey Day). I had fun last night at a Mary Kay Christmas boutique with my mom where we tried on some fun lotions, feasted our eyes on sparking holiday colors and tempted our taste buds with apple and pumpkin pie (hey, that would be a great mix!). Two products I'm currently really getting into, though, because they're wonderful and natural are Arbonne (gotta have parties to support this one!) and Burt's Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had better get back to work. Let me know what you're doing for Christmas, or what your Christmas dreams are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116544816880037615?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116544816880037615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116544816880037615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116544816880037615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116544816880037615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreaming-christmas.html' title='Dreaming Christmas'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116409059278958359</id><published>2006-11-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:34:27.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace is Landing</title><content type='html'>Hey out there in blogger land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so...confusing. In the past year or so, especially, my bulletin board has been so cluttered. It's been tossed up, rearranged, tossed up, rearranged... But, now...I dunno. It feels kind of, peaceful. Like, for the one of the first times in a VERY long time life seems to be finally coming together and somewhat stable. I'm tempted to think, "We'll see how long it lasts this time," but ya know? I really think it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad continually told me that after I graduated from college, things would finally get figured out. And, I think they are... I mean, sure, not all of life is like, "hey! peachy keen!," but it's definitely a ton more do-able (is that how you spell that word?) now. I mean, hey, I'm not completely out there in limbo land anymore. You want a surprise? I got a different job today. Yep, a real job in which I actually feel my degree is worth something and where I feel I will actually be of true value. Exciting, huh? Just in case you're wondering what this amazing job is, I'm now a second grade teacher. Fabulously, I'll work for three weeks and then get two weeks off right away for Christmas. Kids, here I come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this took faith. It totally took God. He really rocks. I hope you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents took me out to a great dinner tonight to celebrate. Yummy salad, brownies and iced cream. Just in case I never told you (which I think I have), they're wonderful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got two magazine articles published! There are also some other things that are still trying to land back on my bullentin board, so stay tuned to find out when and where they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to hit the sheets, so sweet dreams out there and remember to floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always amazed with God's grace and lovin' life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eclectic Dreamer* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prov. 3:5-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116409059278958359?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116409059278958359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116409059278958359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116409059278958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116409059278958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/peace-is-landing.html' title='Peace is Landing'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116048129474093032</id><published>2006-10-10T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:20:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Full of Little Epiphanies</title><content type='html'>Life is full of epiphanies, but this time I really felt stupid. &lt;a href="http://www.wonderbread.com" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wonderbread.com/images/hm_littlegirl.jpg" align="right" width="250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting in a car full of girlfriends the other night, we got on the random subject of food, nutricious food. Hm. :) Rebekah commented, "That's like when my parents use to tell me that I had to eat the crust of the bread because it was the most nutricious part. Ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," I said suddenly. "You mean, it's not??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone began laughing. It's not more nutricious because the crust contains the same as what's in the middle, it's just more baked. Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I just never really thought about it. I mean, after hearing it all those years growing up, I never really thought to doubt it . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," Rebekah replied. "Phoebe thought the same thing until just recently when I told &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fhew . . . At least I'm not the only one who still has those little epiphanies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116048129474093032?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116048129474093032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116048129474093032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116048129474093032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116048129474093032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-full-of-little-epiphanies.html' title='Life is Full of Little Epiphanies'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-116047976092881973</id><published>2006-10-10T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T04:39:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things . . .</title><content type='html'>(&lt;strong&gt;Bold = have accomplished&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Italics = hope to do&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;08. Said “I love you’ and meant it&lt;/em&gt; (I'm talking romantic on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper (way too many times)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. Gotten tipsy on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Went ocean kyaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a goof and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day (I only did for part of a day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...More to follow... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-116047976092881973?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/116047976092881973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=116047976092881973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116047976092881973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/116047976092881973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/50-things.html' title='50 Things . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115807186045194906</id><published>2006-09-12T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T07:43:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, man . . . :)</title><content type='html'>My friend Noell did this quiz on her blog, so I thought I would try it. I'm a very pretty strawberry, aren't I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A67C51" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C69C6D"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115807186045194906?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115807186045194906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115807186045194906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115807186045194906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115807186045194906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-man.html' title='Cool, man . . . :)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115749087496606596</id><published>2006-09-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:17:29.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Bulletin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/after%20surgery%20in%20hospital%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/after%20surgery%20in%20hospital%20room.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font="1"&gt;It's Crohn's Disease--not cancer. Though Crohn's is a serious and chronic disease, it is certainly not cancer (thank God!). After my surgery (16 inches of very critical colon was removed), I progressed quickly, but it has now slowed, but remains relatively steady. :) It has not been quite a month since the surgery, but my surgeon is excited about how things are moving along. I can begin working in October (provided I get a job!), and would really appreciate your prayers. Overall, A BIG SHOUT OUT TO GOD! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115749087496606596?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115749087496606596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115749087496606596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115749087496606596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115749087496606596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-bulletin.html' title='News Bulletin!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115342806687748516</id><published>2006-07-20T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:43:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://myspace-884.vo.llnwd.net/00955/48/84/955754884_l.jpg" align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a big shout out to my new little "nephew," Christian Joseph, a very tiny 6lb, 7 oz., who was born this past Sunday. Born pretty small, head up and always kicking, he's the new "premie" backstroker! Interestingly, he is the first baby, besides my brother and sis, that I ever really connected with. He's sooo cute and I'm facinated by his tiny fingernails and calm demeanor. I'll post another photo or two soon--of me with him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115342806687748516?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115342806687748516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115342806687748516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115342806687748516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115342806687748516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115264566277173188</id><published>2006-07-11T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:16:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.dorisday.net/assets/images/doris-day-teacher's-pet3.jpg" width="150" align="left"&gt;YES!!! I just got hired as a fifth grade teacher here in the Bay Area. This, shall we say, was a TOTAL God thing. Literally, every STEP of mine was integral to this. I have not been this excited about a job since....like....2002. I did not realize I wanted to be a teacher until recently when I heard multiple teacher aquaintences asking for prayer requests such as, "I ask for prayer that I actually stay busy this summer instead of just loafing around. I'm planning on taking guitar lessons, going to India and reading this great book. But, hopefully I won't just opt out and watch TV." Ummm, hello! A teacher?? All of a sudden it started sounding...great! Okay, okay, that's not the only reason I want to teach. hehe Actually, I'm stoked about sharing my passion with the kids, especially in history and english. I'm currently in the midst of thinking of fun ideas to make learning adventurous, imaginative and fun. Any ideas? Comment below (please!). God rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115264566277173188?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115264566277173188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115264566277173188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115264566277173188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115264566277173188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-johnson.html' title='Miss Johnson'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115117902116393867</id><published>2006-06-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:10:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/Brendan%20Hansen%&lt;br /&gt;201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;&lt;br /&gt;cursor:hand;"src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/200/Brendan%20Hansen%20&lt;br /&gt;1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="1"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.aquatictimes.com/archives%202006/atfeature060600.pdf" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read my article about Brendan! There will be more photos added to the article soon. Let me know what you&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115117902116393867?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115117902116393867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115117902116393867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115117902116393867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115117902116393867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is! :)'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115111767214625057</id><published>2006-06-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:18:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the photo of Brendan and I--altho this photo does him NO justice, he's way cuter. Anyway, we hung out while I asked him all kinds of fun questions for an article. This laid back, fun-loving guy is certainly not hard to get to know. I've met my plethora of famous people, and he is by far the one I have felt the most comfortable with. First time in an interview where I was actually able to be ME--and it was so fun! Anyhoo, he's a great swimmer (duh!) and a cool dude, so you should read the article when it goes online. :) --I'll post it.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sis (and some of her swimmers) with Brendan. My sis is sooo cute isn't she?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39983000/jpg/_39983384_usteam_203x152gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39983000/jpg/_39983384_usteam_203x152gi.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/7465897-115111767214625057?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115111767214625057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115111767214625057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115111767214625057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115111767214625057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/brendan.html' title='Brendan!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115094939394237958</id><published>2006-06-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:13:58.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Evolved!</title><content type='html'>Life, life, &lt;a href="http://www.palmspringsfinegifts.com/images/cameo%20girls/mini-Celeste%202004%20Island%20Getaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px;" src="http://www.palmspringsfinegifts.com/images/cameo%20girls/mini-Celeste%202004%20Island%20Getaway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life is so intersting! Truly, there is never a dull moment. I never know where I will be living one month from each day, never know where the next new experience will come from, and never know whether or not the next person I meet will be a really hot famous guy (like today!!). Post-college, my life has evolved into this even greater unpredictible adventure. Currently, as our house is being remodeled and we are getting ready to move (??), I have created for myself an amazing island get-away. Completely opposite of that, I also recently returned from my first rodeo ever (ride 'em, cowboy!). Staying within the same random flare, on Father's Day I found myself sharing yummy Swedish pankcakes at The Sweden House with three generations of my family--&lt;img src="http://mud.mm-a6.yimg.com/image/2243399886" width="100" align="right"&gt;right outside overlooking the San Francisco bay! This very day I got to hang out with Olympic gold medalist and world record holding swimmer Brendan Hansen--after sharing carmel Dibs with my sweet brother. Of course, since my life is so unpredictible, I was then locked out of my car (cuz I'm just like that). . . ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court &lt;img src="http://www.dreyers.com/brand/dibs/images/fl_carton_D.gif" width="100" align="left"&gt;case I'm working on is going better than we had hoped--and just found out I may get to sleep in an old-fashioned farm house in Ohio for four nights. Yes, random life I lead. But, afterall, I am one of those people who can not STAND sameness. Good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115094939394237958?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115094939394237958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115094939394237958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115094939394237958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115094939394237958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-has-evolved.html' title='It Has Evolved!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-115081158190592948</id><published>2006-06-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:54:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter: The Space Age</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is now officially here--in my mind anyway. Many people believe that we have been living in the "space age" for years...but I believe it is only more recent, because now, da da daaaaa, we have cyborgs walking among us here on earth . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pdatoday.com/images/uploads/JabraBT250Vb.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-115081158190592948?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/115081158190592948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=115081158190592948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115081158190592948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/115081158190592948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/enter-space-age.html' title='Enter: The Space Age'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114974009710724557</id><published>2006-06-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:15:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me--LAW?!?! Oh, Unbelievably My Gosh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1108857/photo_04.jpg" align="left" width="200"&gt;No, I have absolutely NOT decided to move on to law school from here. Quite the contrary, actually. Though I totally dig the whole &lt;em&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/em&gt; fashion scheme and Elle's whole kick booty, "blondes can do it!," "blondes to the rescue" mentality, I would VERY much dislike being involved in law except for the fact that right now it is paying the bills and is where I am suppose to be :) hehe, okay, Thank God ;) ). And, I can talk, as I recently took a job doing paralegal type work for a court case in a major Bay Area city. I am involved in the whole perfectionistic and tedious document search which I have dubbed "The Job that Never Ends (instead of the "Song that...")." There are so many documents that they would probably reach all the way from Elle's home in Beverly Hills to her dorm room at Harvard. Seriously!! But, as I said, the job DOES have a lot of benefits to it, like the &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; people I work with (you know who you are :) ) and the amazing "education" this is for me. Anyhoo, so I would like to issue a huge kudos to all of my MANY lawyer and other law friends who are scattered all over the country: I have a new appreciation for you--you're amazing! Got to get to bed so I can get up early and work on the case. Nighty night (maybe I'll dream of my "Emmet" being one of the new guys coming on the case...mmm...)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114974009710724557?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114974009710724557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114974009710724557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114974009710724557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114974009710724557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-law-oh-unbelievably-my-gosh.html' title='Me--LAW?!?! Oh, Unbelievably My Gosh!!!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114805442000862164</id><published>2006-05-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:13:29.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm GRADUATED!!!</title><content type='html'>On the morning of April 29th, 2006 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Simpson U.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114805442000862164?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114805442000862164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114805442000862164' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114805442000862164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114805442000862164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-graduated.html' title='I&apos;m GRADUATED!!!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114486890543395242</id><published>2006-04-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:10:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Step</title><content type='html'>Because I am back in school, it has been especially interesting to observe all of my friends that are my age (and not in school). First they all began getting married. Then they all began having babies. Now they're all buying houses. As an upcoming college graduate who is single and is just now looking for an apartment (a.k.a., not finding someone else to live with)--add to that all my extremely unique personality traits and quirks--I am truly an individual. And, even if someday I join all my non-single, parental house owner friends, I will always be extremely unique--what can I say? It's the way God made me. . . . And I'm learning to be cool with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114486890543395242?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114486890543395242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114486890543395242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114486890543395242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114486890543395242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-step.html' title='The Next Step'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114395138203472069</id><published>2006-04-01T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:39:37.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earnestly Ashland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/Ashland%201%20resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/320/Ashland%201%20resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girlfriends and I just returned from the beautiful, very Shakespearean, Ashland, Oregon from witnessing a WONDEROUS adaption of Oscar Wilde's comedy, &lt;em&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/em&gt;. It was a wet and snowy trip up, but we enjoyed yummy, natural iced cream when we got there (in the spirit of the state I was now in, I chose a very unique Oregonian flavor--Rogue River Pear *mmmmm!*), so it was worth it. :) We of course did not forget the the famous bead shop or the Shakepearean costume displays (my suitemate actually pointed one out to me that was worn by the character Olivia in &lt;em&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/em&gt;--so obviously I HAD to snap a picture of me with it!), either. All-in-all it was a great time. Friends, fun, food, and . . . comedy. Oh! How could I forget that it was also a break from homework. What more could'ya ask for? ;) Here's to an earnestly awaited trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and just so you know, only 26 more days 'til graduation . . .)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114395138203472069?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114395138203472069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114395138203472069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114395138203472069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114395138203472069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/04/earnestly-ashland.html' title='Earnestly Ashland'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114374256858364481</id><published>2006-03-30T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:31:56.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldviews--"Theisteclectis"</title><content type='html'>Because so many different worldviews are so prevalent in our American society, I think there should be a new one called "Eclecticism." Essentially, I am a theist, but I have also been painted by other worldviews, such as postmodernism and even some new age ideas (nothing "religious," but more food ideas and such). For example, I believe many things, even certain things I have grown up believing, should be questioned (not that I can't go back and latch onto what I believed before, but it is healthy to know why you believe what you believe, and maybe even change certain things) or at least better understood (like Christianity) and that the food we eat effects our minds (chemically). Once we have our faith in God, I do not believe we need to question the cores of our faith, however we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; need to understand them better. Questioning our faith can put our feet upon dangerous waters. As I said before, I am predominantly a theist, but if you are not a pure something-or-other (which I do not believe most people are), go ahead and call yourself by my new worldview: eclecticism. Maybe I'll even call myself a "theisteclectis." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114374256858364481?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114374256858364481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114374256858364481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114374256858364481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114374256858364481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/worldviews-theisteclectis.html' title='Worldviews--&quot;Theisteclectis&quot;'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114296408968745749</id><published>2006-03-21T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:08:02.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25...24...23...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://michelesworld.net/dmm/frog/aristoqu/arist3s.jpg" width="100" align="right"&gt;Only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="green" size="4"&gt;25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school days left (that means only 38 total days) until I'M DONE with school--FOREVER!! Still caring somewhat about my grades, however, ;) I have been getting a ton of A's and B's, which qualifies me to enter my university's Academic March Madness for which I WON THIS WEEK (me and a guy named Alex, actually)!! I can now head to American Eagle and buy anything I want for $20! Combine that with the fact that I just saved a bundle smogging my car (God worked a miracle!) and the fact that I am very adequately passing physics, things are really looking up. :D Yippee-doo da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114296408968745749?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114296408968745749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114296408968745749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114296408968745749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114296408968745749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/252423.html' title='25...24...23...'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114202446584579106</id><published>2006-03-10T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:01:05.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Man</title><content type='html'>It's FREE---ZING here in the land of sunshine...California. It's below the freezing point, I shiver on my way to classes and had to shift my walking plans with a friend to dinner plans because, surprise!, it's all white outside as we're in the middle of a hail storm. A super fun fact is that right now there is a girl outside my room building a "hail man," with stick hands and everything! SO cute! I'll have to snap a shot. In weather like this, it just doesn't seem like normal life should be going on. Seems like we should just be able curl up and watch movies and drink hot chocolate. Instead, I've got homework and can hear the distant sound of a tractor digging across the way. Hmmm... But, the forrest outside my room is all white--so, it's all good. Yae! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114202446584579106?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114202446584579106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114202446584579106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114202446584579106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114202446584579106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/hail-man.html' title='Hail Man'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114192313222775930</id><published>2006-03-09T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:55:36.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Professorship Has Spoken</title><content type='html'>This week in class, one of my professors, whose name will remain anonymous, finally admitted that he and fellow professors join together while planning a semester and agree upon a time when they will sabbatage us all simultaneously with homework. We students always suspected as much! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114192313222775930?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114192313222775930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114192313222775930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114192313222775930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114192313222775930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/professorship-has-spoken_09.html' title='The Professorship Has Spoken'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114165965398969644</id><published>2006-03-06T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:40:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Hobby</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been beginning bonsai, but I have also began sewing--which, trust me, is strange, but my mom is proud. All through growing up she tried to get me to enjoy sewing, but the few projects we completed together (mostly her), I trudged through complaining I didn't have enough patience for it. This just proves my theory that, given time, most people will come around. :) Anyway, my latest sewing project is a grouping of three sage green/white, leafy throw pillows for my apartment. They will adorn my light and airy, whimsical, Japanese/S.F. style living room (yes, I'm very eclectic, but I pull it off very well). So, yae! I'm really excited. :D A couple of my next projects are a really cute pair of checkered '60s shorts and a 1930s evening gown. (Yes, I'm also very into period clothing.) Yae for sewing! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114165965398969644?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114165965398969644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114165965398969644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114165965398969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114165965398969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-new-hobby.html' title='Another New Hobby'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114114759482521195</id><published>2006-02-28T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:27:48.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Dirty, I Had To . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://myspace-356.vo.llnwd.net/00229/65/34/229594356_l.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my friend's photos that I just had to share. ;) Nothing like college life . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114114759482521195?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114114759482521195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114114759482521195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114114759482521195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114114759482521195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-dirty-i-had-to.html' title='I&apos;m So Dirty, I Had To . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114105071776511212</id><published>2006-02-27T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:31:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of My New Favorite Verses</title><content type='html'>"There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides the heavens to help you, and in His excellency on the clouds. The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms" (Deuteronomy 33:26-27, NIV). Nothing to fear! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114105071776511212?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114105071776511212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114105071776511212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114105071776511212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114105071776511212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-of-my-new-favorite-verses.html' title='One Of My New Favorite Verses'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-114062900204217474</id><published>2006-02-22T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:23:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Into . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.shbonsai.com/graphics/care_pics/care_serissa_p1.jpg" align="left"&gt;Bonsai! The whimsical, coastal look of bonsai has sucked me in. In planning a future back yard, I decided I would love it to mimick the Japanese Tea Gardens in San Francisco. Looking forward to the apartment I will more than likely have (woo hoo!) in May, I have decided upon a very whimsical, San Francisco, Japanese flare while light and airy. &lt;img src="http://www.shbonsai.com/graphics/care_pics/care_serissa_p2.jpg" align="right"&gt;One way I plan to pull this off is with bonsai (I know how to keep it humid around the plants)--my dad bought my first bonsai plant and pot for me this weekend. :)  It is a beautiful purple blossomed serissa that I will be able to shape myself. How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll post a photo when it takes shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-114062900204217474?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/114062900204217474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=114062900204217474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114062900204217474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/114062900204217474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/gettin-into.html' title='Gettin&apos; Into . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113944351559542885</id><published>2006-02-08T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:09:42.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Flicks</title><content type='html'>As I sit here spooning apple raspberry sauce into my mouth, I am surprised at the movies that I ended up penning onto my Top-21 Favorite Movies list, surprised that movies such as &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Carribean, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiderman&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;You've Got Mail &lt;/em&gt;did not make it on--though they are still very high on my ultimate list. :) Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Top-21 (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005J6UP.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="120" align="left" /&gt;1. Love Comes Softly (which a friend of mine is in :D)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Goonies (ah! I LOVE it!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Princess Diaries I (oh, San Francisco . . .)&lt;br /&gt;4. Anne of Green Gables and Avonlea (oh, so whimsical)&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet Me in St. Louis (what a beautiful dream turned reality--and fun songs!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Newsies (the perfect combination of history, journalism, songs, dancing and, when I was in high school, cute guys!)&lt;br /&gt;7. A Walk to Remember (moving story and music, I actually know someone w/ a similar story)&lt;br /&gt;8. Extreme Days (so very COOL, fun, wish I could do something like that!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Little Women ('90s version) (inspirational for me as a writer--tho I vow to chng. the ending!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Tammy and the Bachelor (what a sweet love story . . . )&lt;br /&gt;11. White Christmas (FUN! I just love the Kaye/blonde girl couple)&lt;br /&gt;12. The Sound of Music (I cannot say enough . . .)&lt;br /&gt;13. The Parent Trap (original--always wished I had a twin so I could trick people like that!)&lt;br /&gt;14. Wives and Daughters (way more fun and relateable than Jane Austen)&lt;br /&gt;15. Pollyanna (always was compared to Haley Mills--and I've always wanted that pos. attitude!))&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/6300184889.01._PE_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Christy (w/ Kelly Martin--what a sweet and inspirational story, love that time era, too)&lt;br /&gt;17. Pearl Harbor (what drama, what music, what history, what cute guys!)&lt;br /&gt;18. Honey, I Shrunk the Kids (my first PG movie ;) )&lt;br /&gt;19. Sweet Home Alabama (there's just somethin' about it)&lt;br /&gt;20. Bambi (did you collect the happy meal Bambi character figurines??)&lt;br /&gt;21. An American Tale (ahh! gotta love Fivel--and the colors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm also amused that two of these movies were directed by Steven Spielberg and two are Christian Bale flicks. Guess I definately no dramatic when it comes to movies--I'm enough of a dramtic naturally, for goodness sakes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some of the Tops I believe everyone should watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Passion of the Christ (to understand Christ's sacrifice in a fuller way or for witnessing)&lt;br /&gt;2. End of the Spear (to catch onto a Christian passion--though there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; native nudity :( )&lt;br /&gt;3. The Raid (3-6= for a better understanding of history, what a government can do to its people and what our freedom really means)&lt;br /&gt;4. Swing Kids&lt;br /&gt;5. Saving Private Ryan&lt;br /&gt;6. Blackhawk Down&lt;br /&gt;7. The Greatest Game Ever Played (to be inspired give seed to your dreams that they may bloom . . .)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113944351559542885?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113944351559542885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113944351559542885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113944351559542885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113944351559542885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-flicks.html' title='Top Flicks'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113943436020430644</id><published>2006-02-08T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:43:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week Was . . . Like an Erupting Volcano</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.decadevolcano.net/photos/hawaii_s/entry1200_61.jpg" align="left" /&gt;In my story book of life I would have to include the last two weeks. No matter what horrid event occured, another one took its place 5 minutes-1 hour later--no real rest, no peace. I went through so much shock that I literally began crying and shaking uncontrollably. I haven't learn the trust God method all the way yet. :) In fact, I think this is paritally why all this occured. I had to pass an exam without taking a the class for it--MAJOR STUDY TIME!! Pass or fail, baby. Talk about pressure. Then, my graduation was nearly taken away after already well into my graduation countdown (BIG, GIANT, COLLOSSAL mess I had to sort through while essentially taking 23 units), then I nearly lost (through financial aid confusement) all my money with no real answer of how to pay pay my bills, or even more important, how to buy food and not starve. Then a couple other things happened after those. The first three, however, lasted long periods of time--and with conflict--which I hate, loathe and DESPISE. Overall, it took me a good 3 or so days to recove after the storm passed over. On Monday, a thunder storm approached my life, and I nearly couldn't handle it (due to the shock I had already endured), but my mom quickly reminded me of what God has shown me over the past two weeks. And, God, quickly reminded me that He is here with me and is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.decadevolcano.net/photos/hawaii/2000/entry1200_19_s.jpg" align="right" /&gt; A volcano erupting during one wave of my life . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at these concerns, I see the value through all the rubble of turmoil and confusion. God never left me in any of it. There were times that I did not spend with Him when I should have, but He stayed with me, and got me through EVERY situation. EVERY one--in fact, He reminded me, there has never been a situation that He has not brought me through with amazing results. He has never brought me to a point where I felt like I was hanging over the cliff's edge and left me there. *selah* :) And, not only was HE there for me, but He also brought around my amazing friends. This showed me just what kind of friends I have -- a friend (math major) who gave me &lt;em&gt;as much time as I needed&lt;/em&gt; to help me study to pass my big pass-or-fail math exam. Another friend took time to type out and send me a Bible verse she thought would help me. Some friends took time to pray with me and offer their support in any way possible (e.g., time, financial). Another friend who knew I had a hurricane room that was stressing me out, came in, without me knowing it, and cleaned it for me. What a blessing! I cannot begin to thank them--and especially cannot begin to thank God for all of His blessings through this time--not only for bringing me through and for bringing me real friends and a MAJOR supportive and loving family, but also for shaping me and drawing me closer to Him. :D Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113943436020430644?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113943436020430644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113943436020430644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113943436020430644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113943436020430644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-week-was-like-erupting-volcano.html' title='My Week Was . . . Like an Erupting Volcano'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113824040107360100</id><published>2006-01-25T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:00:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23--And I Used to Be Scared of 14 . . .</title><content type='html'>Howdy,&lt;br /&gt;Just a quickie to ask for ya'll's (that looks weird) prayer. I have got 23 units as of yesterday (LONG story) and have a possibility to test out of one class (3 units) on Mon., Jan. 30th @ 6:30p--will you please pray for my SANITY, wisdom, health, STRESS, GOD'S STRENGTH to me and that I'm able to test out of that class (math). These are my current classes, and if they all pass, I grad. in April: physics (inc. lab), math, american cinema, faith and culture, life and letters of paul, western lit., technical writing, ministry practicum/event planning internship. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-&lt;br /&gt;God has been showing me He is there helping and saving me, so please pray that I completely tap into that. THANK YOU!!! Prayin' for ya'll, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113824040107360100?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113824040107360100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113824040107360100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113824040107360100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113824040107360100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/23-and-i-used-to-be-scared-of-14.html' title='23--And I Used to Be Scared of 14 . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113760676778405836</id><published>2006-01-18T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:53:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Go Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6739710473912337648&amp;pr=goog-sl" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2629/285/320/bsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a student, I totally understand the need for goofiness to balance out . . . the "s" word. s, s, s-c-hool. There. Visiting a friend's site recently I stumbled across this video clip of Two Chinese Students--whom I totally relate to. :) It's FABULOUS! As my friend Sara said: "I'm not sure if there are words to describe it. Don't think it's funny? Try watching it late at night. It certainly is one of a kind... LOL" Check it out for yourself by clicking on the photo--have fun (esp. my student friends)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113760676778405836?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113760676778405836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113760676778405836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113760676778405836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113760676778405836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-go-boys.html' title='You Go Boys!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113719715369076420</id><published>2006-01-13T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:10:40.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Act of Randomness</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="0077ff"&gt;"O.J.'s Radical Acts of Randomness"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . making a 2c purchase--have you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; done that?! Kinda cool feeling like I lived back in the early-1900s for a sec. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O V E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113719715369076420?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113719715369076420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113719715369076420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113719715369076420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113719715369076420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-act-of-randomness.html' title='Today&apos;s Act of Randomness'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113718269303976477</id><published>2006-01-13T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:15:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wide Wide World of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:1i2EGXBFEEwxPM:www.theusa.nl/afbeeldingen/steden/san-francisco/san-francisco1.jpg" align="right"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:mh6h5s8KfnyJjM:www.bestshowticketslasvegas.com/images/san-francisco-49ers2.jpg" align="left"&gt;Since it's been awhile, I thot I'd better say, "HEY, OUT THERE!!" Christmas break was interesting, to say the least. My sister and I had fun romping throughout IKEA (I ended up with tiny glass ingrediant cups and Swedish ginger cookies -- couldn't stop eating those!) in Bizerkely one rainy afternoon and eating Swedish fare in a restraunt overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. Mmmmm... How wonderful can life get. :) As my New Testament prof. from the Bay Area (he's "on loan" to us from Pleasanton!) said last semester, even though San Francisco has many problems, there are many great things happening there for God and many impacting churches. He also said that much of the ministry that occured in the New Testament took place in cities--and they weren't always the most moral places in the world. San Francisco is his favorite city, as it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back at school (my LAST semester--finally!!--ahhhh!!!), I am career searching, looking for a public relations internship and actually enjoying my, dare I say it?, &lt;em&gt;physics classes&lt;/em&gt;! Being my last semster here, I am planning on really exploring the area in a fuller way. I'm itching to check out the Oregon Trail! One of my friends is currently making me an amazingly &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; Rennasaince princess dress for me to go to the Ren. Fair in and a couple other friends want to me to catch another Shakespeare play with them in Ashland, Oregon, this semsester (where I might be able to wear my Rennasaince dress again!). Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some photos soon. Until then, I've got things to do and people to see--chei! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113718269303976477?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113718269303976477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113718269303976477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113718269303976477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113718269303976477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2006/01/wide-wide-world-of-me.html' title='The Wide Wide World of ME!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113459340218686837</id><published>2005-12-14T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:50:02.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY'RE OVER!!!! :D :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113459340218686837?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113459340218686837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113459340218686837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113459340218686837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113459340218686837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/12/theyre-over-d-d.html' title='THEY&apos;RE OVER!!!! :D :D'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113449575870205425</id><published>2005-12-13T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:44:55.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories From Last Finals Week . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/that%20Anne%20of%20Green%20Gable%20poem%20thing%20mimick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/320/that%20Anne%20of%20Green%20Gable%20poem%20thing%20mimick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to read Lady of Chelot (sp?), and all kinds of other amazing and heavy stuff, and . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/British%20Lit%20killed%20me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/British%20Lit%20killed%20me%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . yes, it was arduous: for British Lit killed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/last%20Brit%20Lit%20study%20group--we"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/last%20Brit%20Lit%20study%20group--we%27re%20tired%20but%20good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we didn't let death stop us! For we plugged away until the bitter end and . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/British%20Lit"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/British%20Lit%27s%20over%21%20SB%27s%20celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . then got to celebrate! Mmm! Sweet victory . . . (and, yes, we all passed. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, I'll got study now! Sheesh . . .)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113449575870205425?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113449575870205425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113449575870205425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113449575870205425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113449575870205425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/12/memories-from-last-finals-week.html' title='Memories From Last Finals Week . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113449493364453691</id><published>2005-12-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:28:53.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Finals Down . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . And three to go! (Yes, I'm actually taking them. ;) ) American Lit and Theology are done, next is History of English in which I will make a presentation, then tomorrow I have grammar (all together now, "Ewwww!!" I may be an English major, but I DESPISE grammar) and New Testament (love that class!). Then, tomorrow at approximately noon, I WILL BE DONE!! Then, it is off to my next sewing lesson where I will make pink pom pom pillow cases. Woo hoo! Hanging out with me for Christmas, you might get one! ;D Ahhh, the joys of taking a break . . . or procrastinating, however you want to look at it. ;) Gotta eat breakfast, and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I'll finish my presentation. IT'S ALMOST &lt;strong&gt;CHRIST&lt;/strong&gt;MAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113449493364453691?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113449493364453691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113449493364453691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113449493364453691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113449493364453691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-finals-down.html' title='Two Finals Down . . .'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113339768133942669</id><published>2005-11-30T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:40:18.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis</title><content type='html'>Comments you'd hear from me lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've already passed all my classes; can I just &lt;em&gt;skip&lt;/em&gt; finals??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What can I cook up to go home early for Christmas? It's my sister's birthday . . . the Saturday after finals . . . I'll work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To my friends: "Let's all go iceskating!! Oh, right, you're all studying . . ." (actually, I find the less I study, the better grades I get! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Well, my dorm room &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be decorated for Christmas . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Studying while constantly keeping my eye on the clock: "Ope! I think it's time to eat again!" The book flies down. (See, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; study. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To my friend's parents the day before Thanksgiving break: "Good thing Candace* and I planned on dressing like &lt;em&gt;Pride and Predudice&lt;/em&gt; characters--it's the only reason we attended classes today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love a senior. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name changed to protect the guilty. hehe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113339768133942669?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113339768133942669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113339768133942669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113339768133942669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113339768133942669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/senioritis.html' title='Senioritis'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113261270771056830</id><published>2005-11-21T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:47:23.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Time . . . As Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/Dress%207.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/Dress%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My talented friend Crystal and I decided to toss the books and have fun this weekend, so we made (well, at least I ironed...and &lt;em&gt;learned&lt;/em&gt; ;) ) this beautiful Jane Austen dress above. Tomorrow we are going to come to school as Jane (me--and another time I'll take on the role of Emma) and Lizzie Bennett (she gets the starring role because she has darker hair! :) ). Fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/Dress%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/Dress%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see more of the intricate lace work. We even had enough of this lace left over to make chokers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113261270771056830?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113261270771056830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113261270771056830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113261270771056830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113261270771056830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-time-as-emma.html' title='Back In Time . . . As Emma'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113113231428334233</id><published>2005-11-04T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:26:46.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have sunglasses on in every photo???</title><content type='html'>As my favorite Charlie Brown says, "Good grief!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://snoopy.com/comics/peanuts/meet_the_gang/images/meet_charlie_brown_big.gif" width="120" align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113113231428334233?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113113231428334233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113113231428334233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113113231428334233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113113231428334233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/do-i-have-sunglasses-on-in-every-photo.html' title='Do I have sunglasses on in every photo???'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113113191329871195</id><published>2005-11-04T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:29:23.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Kay-- ooo, la la!</title><content type='html'>I have been attending a multitude of MK classes in the past few weeks and learning a lot -- as well as having a lot of goofy pictures taken of my friends and I, most of which will NOT be disclosed here . . . ;) I attended this particular class with my friend's 82-year-old grandmother--what a peppy kick! I guess that back in the 1940s-'60s or so she made her way as a makeup artist and photographer. How cool is that! I need to get some '40s make up tips from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mua and Crystal -- ooo ooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kay ;), mua, Crystal, Andrea (I feel so. . . tall :) YES!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113113191329871195?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113113191329871195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113113191329871195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113113191329871195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113113191329871195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/11/mary-kay-ooo-la-la.html' title='Mary Kay-- ooo, la la!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-113000624706985034</id><published>2005-10-22T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:43:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock ...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I want to know who's there. :) Is anyone reading this blog? Would be good to know so I know whether or not to keep it up. Mostly all I'm seeing are icky ad posts. :p&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-113000624706985034?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/113000624706985034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=113000624706985034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113000624706985034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/113000624706985034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, knock ...'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112992885685400641</id><published>2005-10-21T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:16:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with Coach Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/93%20optimized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/93%20optimized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen the movie? This is the real Coach Carter ... and I ... :) today. I worked at his local paper in the sports dept. when he benched all of his players due to academics (which is what the movie focuses on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weeks &lt;strong&gt;"O.J.'s Radical Act of Randomness"?!!&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/movies/c/coach_carter/new_poster/150x200.jpg" align="right" width="100"&gt;I got one of his players (the one in the movie who dated one of the girls--cannot  remember her name) to sign autographs for a few minutes using my big floofy pink feather puff pen (bottom middle). Cool! And he was quite amused, especially when one of the little feathers came drifting down onto the page he was writing on: "Feathers ..." he smiled with a chuckle in his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112992885685400641?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112992885685400641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112992885685400641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112992885685400641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112992885685400641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/hangin-with-coach-carter.html' title='Hangin&apos; with Coach Carter'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112924854812934114</id><published>2005-10-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:14:22.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Needs ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/OJ%20at%20Burney%20Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/200/OJ%20at%20Burney%20Falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it "the biggest exam of the century is over and I need some goof time before I begin studying again," but I decided to take the advice of my friend Nicole and type "Olivia needs" in Google to see what happens (apparently, I need love!). AND, the top eight are! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Olivia needs knee high socks, the cable knit type for winter.&lt;br /&gt;2) Olivia needs is to call attention to herself--or to get involved with &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Olivia needs to marry in order to meet the terms of her grandfather's will, and Drew needs the timber on Olivia's land in order to supply his sawmill.&lt;br /&gt;4) Olivia needs to know about Neil being there, Brad calls Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;5) Olivia needs to completely put Noah to rest in order to fully love Carl.&lt;br /&gt;6) Olivia needs money while staying with John-Boy.&lt;br /&gt;7) Olivia needs your prayers more than ever now. ...&lt;br /&gt;8) Olivia needs to learn her alphabet and identify colors beyond red next. Have we had enough of Olivia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm still here! hehe :) This was fun ... Buts, I gotsago study now. :p :) Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112924854812934114?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112924854812934114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112924854812934114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112924854812934114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112924854812934114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/olivia-needs.html' title='Olivia Needs ...'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112923068359357238</id><published>2005-10-13T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:41:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' At Cal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/me,%20HJ%20and%20the%20guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/me%2C%20HJ%20and%20the%20guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with fun stories from my sister and actually hanging out, I am beginning to be immersed into the Cal swim culture. As the photographer of AquaticTimes.com (the online paper my parents own) and Bottomline Aquatic's (Cal coach Mike Bottom's business) Olypian Clinic, I got to hang out again at Cal with the swimmers and staff (L-R, Dash Rothberg, gold medalist at the Maccabean Games, Cal Assoc. Head Coach and Olympian Mike Bottom, volunteer for Cal Men's Team Holly Johnson (my sister), Olympic medalist Bart Kizierowski, mua, my brother Jonathan and his water polo teammate Tony). What is super exciting, too, is that my sister who volunteer coaches at Cal was also asked by Bottom to help coach the Olypian clinic. Got some groovy photos of that! My premise is that, despite homework, your life can still be FUN and ADVENTUROUS!! :) And, then Christmas vacation roles around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112923068359357238?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112923068359357238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112923068359357238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112923068359357238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112923068359357238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/hangin-at-cal.html' title='Hangin&apos; At Cal'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112907760374730940</id><published>2005-10-11T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:40:03.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/1600/Carrie%20and%20OJ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/461/400/Carrie%20and%20OJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to publish my own photos on here (yippee!). Uncamera-click-ready, I'm looking a little dazed, but Carrie looks fab, so I'll sacrifice my image. ;) I still have yet to blog about my very fun and girlie b-day garden party back in August. Full of laughs, fun and food we made friends act like they were putting on makeup, impersonate Looney Tune characters, fess up to owning some verrryyy interesting items and tell random secrets about themselves. All that while eating amazing food (some of us trying sushi together for the first time--woo, strong!) and doning what women do best, chat, chat, chat. :) It was very beautiful with dainty flowers, bunt cake and lots of china and crystal. We were supposed to enjoy tea, but, i'twas a bit hot that day.  Oh, well, we had a lovely time &lt;em&gt;looking &lt;/em&gt;at each other's beautiful tea cups anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left is one of my absolutely lovely friends from Virginia, Carrie (who just moved to NorCal! Woooo!)--I am SO super excited she got to be there. Thanks to all of you who helped this day become a very special memory. *hugs* XOXO Ya'll are FAB-ulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112907760374730940?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112907760374730940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112907760374730940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112907760374730940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112907760374730940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/garden-party.html' title='Garden Party'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112907551645602581</id><published>2005-10-11T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:05:16.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Ears Pierced!</title><content type='html'>For two weeks now I have been admiring the diamond-like daisies ("the most friendly flower") in my ears. Twenty-seven years old and never been pierced. Guess the threat of infections scared me off--but not anymore! Too many stinkin' cute earrings to grace my look. :) When learning that these were my first piercings, someone yesterday asked me, "Where've you been?!" Guess I've just taken one more step into truly living ... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112907551645602581?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112907551645602581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112907551645602581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112907551645602581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112907551645602581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-my-ears-pierced.html' title='I Got My Ears Pierced!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112869294899444259</id><published>2005-10-07T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T06:52:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cookin'!</title><content type='html'>Back home on break. Break also from my mini-fridge and limited food supply. Food variety and mama's home cooking! Puts a whole new spark to life. :) Anyway, you need to go check out my new MySpace page (my teenage brother told me it was the hip things to do and ... &lt;em&gt;all my &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; are doing it...!): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/cabeachblonde"&gt;http://myspace.com/cabeachblonde&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It's not all html beautified or anything yet, but maybe soon. Going to go check out beautiful appartments today (can we say "senioritis!"?). And, to answer the questions of those east coast chics and gents who check out my MySpace pg. ... good question, Sunshine: no, I did not go to Virginia this year (can we say, "college budget!"?)--that photo was taken &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; year. Well, have a merry day and good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112869294899444259?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112869294899444259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112869294899444259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112869294899444259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112869294899444259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-cookin.html' title='Home Cookin&apos;!'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112818427712189786</id><published>2005-10-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:38:46.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Ya Really Gotta Use #2 Pencils??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.forteachersonly.com/images/productimages/zoom/2069Z.gif" width="95" align="left" /&gt;All growing up, whenever there was a scantron (now they're called something else ...)test to take, my administator or professor has always said that we HAD to use a #2 pencil. Is this just a scam by the #2 pencil people to sell their pencils? Do the #2 pencil people make the test sheets? Or, WILL YOU REALLY MESS UP THE EXAM IF YOU DON'T USE A #2 PENCIL???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112818427712189786?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112818427712189786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112818427712189786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112818427712189786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112818427712189786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-ya-really-gotta-use-2-pencils.html' title='Do Ya Really Gotta Use #2 Pencils??'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112759873751518297</id><published>2005-09-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T15:01:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do People Always Look Better in Black &amp; White?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cmgww.com/stars/flynn/images/photos/errol_flynn002.jpg" width="100" align="left" /&gt;When tweeking a photo on my editing program I always contemplate switching the photo to black and white because it typically looks SO much better, purer... (And, I often do.) Why is that?? I WANT TO KNOW YOUR OPINIONS!! Post below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112759873751518297?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112759873751518297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112759873751518297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112759873751518297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112759873751518297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-people-always-look-better-in.html' title='Why Do People Always Look Better in Black &amp; White?'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112726014471940034</id><published>2005-09-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:50:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Sleeping?</title><content type='html'>I'll lay in bed at night with mind jogging to this or that, not able to find that comfortable spot and just so stinkin' frustrated that I can't sleep. Now, why I learned the following amazing piece of knowledge only the other day, I have no idea. You'd think one would impart these things to another at the age when their homework begins piling up... But, I digress...onto that jewel of needed information: if you do anything in your bed other than sleep (or before sleep rituals such as reading or journaling) then when you hit the sack at night, your mind will automatically click in: "bed= information processing (e.g., homework, work prep, finances)," instead of "bed= sleep." I heard that from two sources in the space of two days recently and decided to pay heed to the idea. No more studying, etc., in bed. And, guess what, it's paid off! Now when the cows are called home and the roosters are in the coop (or the teachers are called home and the students are in the dorm) I can doze off nearly right away instead of 30 minutes to an hour later. (God rocks!) Just thought I'd let you restless sleepers in on this helpful hint! Now, what to do about these hard dorm room chairs ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112726014471940034?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112726014471940034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112726014471940034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112726014471940034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112726014471940034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/trouble-sleeping.html' title='Trouble Sleeping?'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465897.post-112697539149777560</id><published>2005-09-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:54:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter, Bolthouse and Satellite TV's</title><content type='html'>*I am currently sitting here in my dorm room eating peanut butter. And, being that I was allergic to peanut butter for absolute years, I am thourouly enjoying myself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bolthouse.com/graphics/ProteinJuicebg.jpg" width="170" align="left"&gt;*As of this summer, my new favorite drink is Bolthouse's Perfectly Protein (Vanilla Chai Tea w/ Soy) and it comes highly recommended by your's truly who currently feels addicted to it (it's, like, better than having StarBucks in your house!). Now, where I know soy is not good for you (it can cause cancer--yet I've decided EVERYTHING is &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; for you and EVERYTHING is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; for you) a little of it occasionally shouldn't hurt too bad, either. ;) I just finished my bottle of it this morning for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'M SO ANNOYED WITH THE SPAM I NOW HAVE IN MY COMMENTS!! That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My roomie and I (I love having a roomie) decided that toward the end of the school year (we're both in our senior year), because we won't really most of these people anymore, we are going to sit out by the parking lot (maybe in one of our car's) with a blow drier creating the illusion that we are radaring people's speeds as they drive by ... Gotta love the random life of a college student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now I just can't wait 'til my roommate returns from her jog so that we can go make our Saturday morning smoothies! :D Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465897-112697539149777560?l=cabeachblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/112697539149777560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465897&amp;postID=112697539149777560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112697539149777560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465897/posts/default/112697539149777560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cabeachblonde.blogspot.com/2005/09/peanut-butter-bolthouse-and-satellite.html' title='Peanut Butter, Bolthouse and Satellite TV&apos;s'/><author><name>CABeachBlonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00265707859433265430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_djfEKa-eZPA/TPiYCnaDrPI/AAAAAAAAACk/h3HBvJvvaQ0/S220/40smugbw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
