<?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-4698623612169411390</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:49:13.495-04:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='strange'/><category term='TV'/><category term='babies'/><category term='books'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='music'/><category term='RAINN'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='London'/><category term='photos'/><category term='blogathon'/><category term='blog'/><category term='EPIC WIN'/><category term='SOA'/><category term='protests'/><category term='travel'/><category term='rape crisis center'/><category term='charity'/><category term='family'/><category term='change of thought'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='questions'/><category term='sociology'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>with a side of Whimsy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-9004448745731675147</id><published>2009-12-16T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:45:43.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music of 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of addicted to music. Especially now that I'm (currently) living by myself, I spend a lot of time listening to music. I put it on as a filler, I put it on while I'm working on something or reading, I put it on when I'm feeling happy, sad, discouraged, goofy, &amp;amp; any other possible emotion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was listening to a soundtrack &amp;amp; noticed that I listen to one particular song on it a great deal more than any of the others. Then I was curious &amp;amp; started looking through all the songs on my iTunes to find out which songs I listen to the most. I reset my count at the beginning of every year, so I thought it would be fun to make a list of my most listened to songs of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't really pick a place to stop, so I wound up with my top thirty. I'll list all of them at the end, but below is the top 15 without repeating any artists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Falling Slowly by The Frames &lt;/span&gt;(listened to 64 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Viva la Vida by Coldplay &lt;/span&gt;(listened to 73 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Think Twice by Eve 6 &lt;/span&gt;(listened to 76 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. That Song in my Head by Julianne Hough &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 80 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 82 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Minor Details by Sondre Lerche AND Stop &amp;amp; Stare by OneRepublic &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 85 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. We All Need Saving by Jon McLaughlin &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 100 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. I'm Yours by Jason Mraz &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 103 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Bubbly by Colbie Caillat &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 121 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Thinking of You by Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt; (listened to 129 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Folding Chair by &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Regina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Spektor &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 131 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. When the Stars Go Blue by Tim McGraw &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 135 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Say by John Mayer &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 139 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 148 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; I Was Made For You by She &amp;amp; Him &lt;/b&gt;(listened to 167 times in 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full 30: Falling Slowly by the Frames; Think of You by A Fine Frenzy; Clocks by Coldplay; Viva la Vida by Coldplay; Think Twice by Eve 6; Near to You by A Fine Frenzy; Two Way Monologue by Sondre Lerche; That Song in My Head by Julianne Hough; Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy; Minor Details by Sondre Lerche; Stop &amp;amp; Store by OneRepublic; Change is Hard by She &amp;amp; Him; Lucky by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillait; We All Need Saving by Jon McLaughlin; I'm Yours by Jason Mraz; Hero by Regina Spektor; Hot N Cold by Katy Perry; This is Not a Test by She &amp;amp; Him; I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry; Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer; Bubbly by Colbie Caillait; Fidelity by Regina Spektor; Us by Regina Spektor; Thinking of You by Katy Perry; Folding Chair by Regina Spektor; When the Stars Go Blue by Tim McGraw; Say by John Mayer; My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson; Sweet Darlin' by She &amp;amp; Him; I Was Made for You by She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-9004448745731675147?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9004448745731675147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/9004448745731675147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/9004448745731675147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-of-2009.html' title='Music of 2009'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8158127642994583859</id><published>2009-12-01T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:43:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get You Out of my Mind</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes something or someone is on your mind &amp;amp; you can't seem to think of anything else? How you keep being reminded of that thing or person everywhere you turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get this person out of my mind. I'm reminded of him by a card I see in a store, a story line on a show I'm watching ... or, you now, him e-mailing me out of the blue. He seems to always do that when I can't get him off my mind. It's like he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as if all the reminders haven't been enough, I just realized that my favorite song of the moment has yet another reminder of him. Not in the usual, this song makes me think of so-and-so type of way ... but a phrase in the lyrics actually reminds me of him because it has a personal meaning to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ridiculous, but what can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does this happen to any of you? Just reminder after reminder after reminder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8158127642994583859?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8158127642994583859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-get-you-out-of-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8158127642994583859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8158127642994583859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-get-you-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Can&apos;t Get You Out of my Mind'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2805765981870181157</id><published>2009-11-26T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:30:33.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for...</title><content type='html'>There are so many things to be thankful for. It seems impossible to make a list of EVERYTHING for which I am grateful, but I can cover some of the bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. It's so easy to overlook family, but they truly are a blessing. Even if you fight with them, even if you wish you were closer to them, there's something amazing about that unconditional love. I'm so thankful for that built-in support system, especially this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. For those who are the family I've chosen, the family I've made over the years. There are some friends who, in my heart, are included in the above statement. They are amazing &amp;amp; to have that unconditional love from people who don't have to be in your life? What more could you ask for? I'm so blessed to have close friends. And I'm so blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life, including those who I might not be particularly close to, but are great company. Even those who aren't "close" friends are a fantastic support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roof over my head. There's nothing like a stressful &amp;amp; rushed apartment search to make you appreciate having a place to stay - and a place to call home. Shelter is such a necessity, but so is that feeling of having a place to turn to when you need it. To have a place where your soul can be sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libraries. Books. for. free. 'nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still without a job, I'm thankful for the opportunities which exist around me for work. I'm grateful that I can - ultimately, eventually - chose a career which will not only fuel me financially, but also emotionally &amp;amp; spiritually. There are so many people who don't have that option. There are people in other countries who don't have the luxury of picking careers, or have many careers to pick from. There are women in other countries or cultures who either aren't allowed to work or are still forced into very gendered careers. And even in the US &amp;amp; other developed nations, there are people who because of the hand they're dealt in life, don't have the advantages that I have had for a number of reasons. I have to recognize that class, status, &amp;amp; power are huge forces &amp;amp; I have it pretty good. (How could I hold a degree in sociology &amp;amp; not make that recognition?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that I've been having a very frustrating time with my job search &amp;amp; now trying to find a roommate for my apartment, it's nice to take a time out &amp;amp; think about all the positive things in my life. I truly am thankful &amp;amp; now that I've named some of the things that make me grateful, maybe I'll be able to more easily reflect on them when the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you thankful for this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2805765981870181157?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2805765981870181157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2805765981870181157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2805765981870181157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5196846956949545242</id><published>2009-11-08T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:34:27.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>Today has been such a blog-worthy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying that for a while now I've been wanting to get back into church. I was brought up Catholic. Both my mom's family &amp;amp; my dad's family are Catholic. My dad was very religious &amp;amp; I went to Catholic school when I lived near Boston (the first 10 years of my life). I even have a great aunt who's a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Catholicism really isn't for me. I was content to be brought up in the Catholic church, to say prayers every morning at school before the Pledge of Allegiance. When we moved &amp;amp; I had to attend CCD, I went willingly. I wanted to learn more, I wanted to make my Confirmation. Not just because my family expected me to make it, but because I was fairly religious &amp;amp; was excited to make the commitment myself, to be Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the road, sometime after making my Confirmation in 10th grade, things changed. Or maybe it's just that things caught up with me. I was well educated in the Catholic religion: the beliefs, the traditions. Some things just didn't make sense to me. The biggest gripe I had was about the Catholic church &amp;amp; homosexuals. I was always a good student in religious classes, but then I started to fall out of the good graces of teachers because I began to question things. I wasn't satisfied with the answers I was given. I was disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stopped going to church. I didn't like being one of those holiday church-goers, but I agreed to go along with my family (who are holiday church-goers, not regular church-goers). The exceptions for me have been Ash Wednesday &amp;amp; annual memorial services for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I haven't considered myself religious for quite a while, I've recently become more spiritual. With that increase in spirituality, I wanted an outlet. I decided that when I moved, I would go "church shopping" &amp;amp; see what happened. I found a non-denominational church just down the street from me &amp;amp; decided to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (er, at 2:30am) I went to bed, resolved to go to church in the morning. I was nervous, because the only time I've ever gone to church by myself has been to get ashes. Forget about a completely different church! By. myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the strangest dream. No, nightmare. It really was bizarre. All I really remember now are the ridiculous parts, like getting cold called on to read a part in a play about Mary &amp;amp; Jesus. The script was on these huge ass lobster bibs. I don't even eat lobster, so I don't know where that came from at all. The gist of it was that the whole experience was really embarrassing, stressful, &amp;amp; not at all fulfilling. I woke up wondering if I should still go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also woke up late, with half an hour to get ready &amp;amp; get out the door. I decided to go any way, despite the nightmare &amp;amp; all the nerves. The service was wonderful &amp;amp; I can't really explain the feeling I had. Things just felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves weren't unjustified though. When I got to the church, I was pegged as new immediately. Someone came up &amp;amp; introduced herself to me, telling me to sign the guest book &amp;amp; sit wherever I would like. When I sat down, waiting for the service to start, someone else came up to me &amp;amp; introduced herself. I felt very welcome, but also very awkward. I'm not a huge fan of small talk. The church has a coffee hour after service, something I didn't intend to touch with a ten foot pole. I was raised Catholic, we don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ten minutes before the service was over, two older ladies who were sitting behind me got up to prepare the snacks. One of them tapped me on the shoulder &amp;amp; said, "make sure you join us for coffee after." Well, shoot. I guess there was no way of getting out of it at that point. I should point out that it's a small congregation, so it was evident that I was a new person. That &amp;amp; it spread like wildfire that there was someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to coffee hour, very apprehensive. I met basically the whole congregation &amp;amp; it was so overwhelming. Everyone was very nice, but it was so overwhelming. I kept thinking I could finally get away, but someone else would come up &amp;amp; start talking to me. And then when I finally felt like I really could get away, the woman I was talking to told me not to go anywhere because Pastor Katie wanted to meet me. The pastor. Again, very nice woman, but I was overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on going back next week, but hoping that I can slip out of coffee hour or at least just make a brief appearance as opposed to being held for an hour after service. I spent two hours at church today. Have I mentioned I was brought up Catholic? AKA get in &amp;amp; get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: rapid topic change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got together for dinner with the friends I stayed with for three weeks. M &amp;amp; E came to pick me up &amp;amp; I gave them a tour of the apartment. It only makes sense that they were the first to see it. And they love it. That makes me very happy. I love my apartment &amp;amp; I love that other people love my apartment. There are still lots of unpacked boxes, but it's homey &amp;amp; I guess more put together than expected for only a week in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at their place, the kids were playing &amp;amp; I sat in the kitchen talking with M &amp;amp; M2, while M2 made dinner. We caught up, even though it had only been a week since I had left after staying with them for almost a month. We joked about the huge difference between living with a family of four with a dog &amp;amp; a cat, as opposed to living in an apartment all by myself. I told them about my experience going to church &amp;amp; with coffee hour. The church they go to also has coffee hour, so they understood what I was talking about. They also told me about their experiences in church this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go to a Methodist church which is made up in part by immigrants from Ghana. This morning they held their annual harvest, which basically is where they shake down members for money. It's done in almost an auction style &amp;amp; they've described in detail the stark difference between the Ghanian members, for whom this is tradition, &amp;amp; the other members who are quite uncomfortable with the public giving. The stories involved a lot of re-enacting of dancing, along with some castanet playing. I can't even BEGIN to describe how entertaining this all was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was filled with ridiculousness that can't quite be put into words unless you've hung out with this family. Things that may have been involved: fake piercings; spanking (which did not involve the kids); someone laughing so hard they practically choked ... &amp;amp; really without warrant; (falsely) implied behavior involving magic mushrooms. Really, just your average night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I FINALLY got to talk about Mad Men! If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I've become obsessed with this show. I got the first season from the library &amp;amp; once I got into it, I kept trying to find people who watch it so I could talk about it. It's a show which really does need to be discussed. I generally feel that way about all shows I watch, but this one in particular. Probably because of the time/culture differences which make it so interesting. M &amp;amp; M2 are the ones who got me into the show, after talking about it constantly while I was staying with them. I jumped on the chance to talk about it &amp;amp; it was delicious. Although there was the tease, "Just wait until you get to season two!" Evil. Just evil! I should have it by Wednesday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home &amp;amp; realized that tomorrow is trash day &amp;amp; I didn't have an city bags. (City trash bags, seriously? Thanks for charging me $8 for FIVE trash bags, "City".) I made the minute long trek to CVS hoping they carried trash bags, only to be hit on my the high school aged cashier. Story of my life, I don't know what it is with me &amp;amp; cashiers. And then, since Friendly's is right there, I decided a hot fudge sundae was necessary. Sundae Sunday, any one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm craving pizza so bad that it's practically all I can think of. It's 10:30pm &amp;amp; there's no way I'm ordering pizza right now, so ... I don't know. I'll probably have to give in to it tomorrow, when it won't be quite as satisfying, but still completely necessary. You know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With (not magic) mushrooms. And eggplant. And onion. And green peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm literally drooling. Thinking about pizza. I might have to check &amp;amp; see if my favorite place is still open. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- It's my mom's birthday! Happy 51st, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5196846956949545242?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5196846956949545242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5196846956949545242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5196846956949545242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5888240234217134871</id><published>2009-10-27T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:29:11.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Things that are ephemeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I somehow see what's beautiful in things that are ephemeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm my only friend, am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; love is just a piece of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the world, in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I couldn't help but fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, I couldn't help but fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Saw Your Face Today -- She &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom's house sold, it was a mad dash to find an apartment for me. We started off looking for apartments where someone was already renting &amp;amp; looking for a roommate. That didn't work out. We changed our game plan &amp;amp; started looking for an apartment where I would later be the one looking for a roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we found a place that suited me &amp;amp; my needs. We signed the lease, put down first &amp;amp; last month's rent. The next day the landlord (who had yet to sign the lease) pulled it. His daughters felt he was not in good enough health to be renting it out. And then the mad dash began again, but intensified. My family was moving in five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lucked out &amp;amp; landed in the right place at the right time. I got a fantastic apartment in a fantastic location. I'm moving in on Sunday &amp;amp; I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that mad dash was still going on, one of my friends -- one of my professors from college -- offered to let me stay with her &amp;amp; her family while I got on my feet. I took her up on the offer, which was necessary even though I found an apartment. I needed a place to stay for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known this family for two years. I took my first class with "M" in my sophomore year. A month later, I was participating in a charity walk with her, her husband "M2", &amp;amp; their kids "E" &amp;amp; "B". Since then, I've spent a good amount of time outside of school with them. "M2" is also a professor from the school I went to, although I didn't take a class with him until my last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I've babysat, housesat, &amp;amp; been over their house socially before, I immediately felt at home when I arrived for my stay while I was in transit. Having been here before definitely helped in knowing where most things are, knowing the lay of the land. However, I think the feeling at home part is due to the people. "M" &amp;amp; "M2" gave me such a warm welcome, as did the kids who hadn't grasped how long I would be here. I've been included in family dinners &amp;amp; other activities, such as going to a movie at "E"s school &amp;amp; going to "boo" two families -- a Halloween activity in this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks seemed like a long time before I got here. I worried about it being too much for them to handle, too much of a burden. Now, my three weeks are almost up &amp;amp; even though I'm looking forward to moving into my apartment (which, by the way, is only a 10-minute walk away from their house), I also find myself wishing that I was staying here longer. It's so wonderful to be staying with friends, to feel like part of their family, to be living with little kids, and to be living with a sweet dog who follows me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed to have them, as well as all my other friends &amp;amp; my family, in my life. It was a very trying time before I got to this stage &amp;amp; the support I have means the world to me. Staying here has been the best stress relief I could ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5888240234217134871?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5888240234217134871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-are-ephemeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5888240234217134871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5888240234217134871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-are-ephemeral.html' title='Things that are ephemeral'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2485451657960616580</id><published>2009-10-20T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:36:04.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the past week ...</title><content type='html'>I moved in with friends until the beginning of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new best friend, Shady the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new enemy, Woody the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become part of a new family &amp;amp; immediately felt at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking in the dynamic of a family: the good, the bad, &amp;amp; the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the bad &amp;amp; the ugly, it's a confirmation that I do want kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was subjected to playing "Cash Cab", without the kids in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I have my first apartment! (Move in on 1 November.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed. For the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absentminded ramblings ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2485451657960616580?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2485451657960616580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-past-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2485451657960616580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2485451657960616580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-past-week.html' title='In the past week ...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-951762253165897714</id><published>2009-10-01T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:01:14.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a ranting post about how swimingly things are going right now. And then deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I am not in a good mood. I'm not in a good mood &amp;amp; I'm a ticking time bomb. So if I'm not very present in any way - on Twitter, via text, via e-mail, or whatever the mode is - it's not you. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to snap at anyone. I don't want to go on a rant about anything. I know you don't have to read it if I do, but I bet you will. Because you guys are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long this will last. I'm hoping that it's just because everyone is stressed with everything relating to the move(s). Maybe it's just today, maybe it'll be until my family moves, maybe it'll be until I'm moved in to an apartment. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give a head's up. If I'm not around as much or if I'm "off", it's not you. It's me. And that's not just a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of saying "sorry" or anything like that, if you're going to comment ... tell me what your favorite primetime show is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is Bones, which is on FOX right now (8pm EST).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-951762253165897714?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/951762253165897714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/delete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/951762253165897714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/951762253165897714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/delete.html' title='Delete'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1900823139725944627</id><published>2009-09-28T17:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:12:35.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>This is not a love story</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the month one of my best friends from college, who now lives far away in Maine - practically Canada, came to visit. One of the things we did was go see the movie 500 Days of Summer. If you haven't seen it, you should. We both absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, we kept commenting on how we loved the music. We recognized a few of the songs by Regina Spektor, a few of the songs are clearly identified as The Smiths, &amp;amp; Zooey Deschanel sang part of a cover of Sugar Town by Nancy Sinatra. Other than that, the music was all new to my ears. My friend got the soundtrack &amp;amp; she raved about it. It's on the top of my "to get" list the next time I can make a luxury purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I looked up the list of tracks on the soundtrack so that I could find them on YouTube. Not the easiest task, but I found a good number of them. During the search, I came across this gem. It's a short video that Zooey Deschanel &amp;amp; Joseph Gordon Levitt (the lead male in the movie) made with the same director. It's set to a She &amp;amp; Him song, one of my favorites: Why Do You Let Me Stay Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No spoilers for the movie. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtVh8kVZ_XM"&gt;view on YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I saw it the other night, I've been obsessed. I've always been a big fan of Zooey Deschanel, so it's not a surprise that when she partnered with M. Ward to form She &amp;amp; Him I became a big fan of them. Zooey acting AND singing is always a perfect combo for me, &amp;amp; I loved her &amp;amp; JGL in the movie. Therefore, I practically drool over this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; as a side note, I also love Emily Deschanel (lead actress on Bones). The Deschanel sisters = love. In case you didn't already know. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1900823139725944627?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1900823139725944627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1900823139725944627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1900823139725944627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-not-love-story.html' title='This is not a love story'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1414613106758408920</id><published>2009-09-16T15:36:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:14:22.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A Positive Spin</title><content type='html'>The apartment hunt has been very stressful &amp;amp; very fast-paced! Our house was sold within a week of putting it on the market. We didn't expect that things would move so quickly, but it's been a huge relief that we wouldn't have the house being shown for months on end. A week was enough to try our nerves! The only thing is that there's a looming deadline over our heads to get me into an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't drive. I need to be in a city location so that I have access to public transportation so that once I have a job, I can get myself there! Otherwise I would have the option of moving with my family. However, they're moving way out to the western part of the state &amp;amp; it's just not a viable option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the stress of hunting for an apartment in the time frame of a month is full on right now. It's down to two weeks from today that I need to be in a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the job hunt wasn't enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've found myself in need of some stress relief, big time!! I decided to start focusing on the positive, fun aspects of looking for an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I won't be living with my family! Now, don't get me wrong. I love my family. However, after 22 years I'm ready to set out on my own. Um, granted my mom will be paying rent for me until I have a steady income, but ... still. I won't be living with my family &amp;amp; I won't be living in a dorm room. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) DECORATING!!!!! There was a brief amount of time in my life when I wanted to be an interior designer. I was watching a lot of TLC's Trading Spaces (can I just tell you how excited I am that Genevive Gorder is on a design show again? LOVE HER!) &amp;amp; ate it up. I've had a hand in a lot of the redecorating that's gone on in the house. I've moved past wanting to be an interior designer by profession, but it's still a hobby. And now I watch a hell of a lot of HGTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, my mom &amp;amp; brother went to pick out a paint color for my brother's room when they move. I asked my mom to pick up some paint samples for me - light hues; greens, blues, yellows. I've been really leaning toward wanting a fresh, calm green palate for my eventual new room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Cucumber Crush from Behr. I'm about 99% positive that (if I can paint) this is the color I'm going to go with.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGbJ6altrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TawrmuRHLZQ/s1600-h/cucumber_crush.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGbJ6altrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TawrmuRHLZQ/s400/cucumber_crush.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382253624286361266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've also decided that I want to make prints of some of the photos I've taken &amp;amp; hang them in my room. The first four below I plan to print as 8x10s; the following 5 I plan to print as 5x7s. (I already have a 5x7 print of one of them, actually.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGCXy-3blI/AAAAAAAAARA/TV-Z5VLcXJc/s1600-h/wales1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGCXy-3blI/AAAAAAAAARA/TV-Z5VLcXJc/s400/wales1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382226375018507858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGBnwSDEbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zN_GMv4RBuM/s1600-h/centralpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGBnwSDEbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zN_GMv4RBuM/s400/centralpark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382225549659935154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGBavU3RJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Y-6_sydyeYE/s1600-h/dublinsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGBavU3RJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Y-6_sydyeYE/s400/dublinsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382225326065009810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGACbTDaHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/D7ECeTEcYAc/s1600-h/wales2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGACbTDaHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/D7ECeTEcYAc/s400/wales2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382223808860219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF_SBxBCLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0KrIBmUbRxc/s1600-h/theeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF_SBxBCLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0KrIBmUbRxc/s400/theeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382222977372850354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF_BvIf4EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OoL71z1LDXU/s1600-h/greenwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF_BvIf4EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OoL71z1LDXU/s400/greenwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382222697493160002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF-sH5tsYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YtdD4JTzJ2k/s1600-h/nottinghilldoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF-sH5tsYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YtdD4JTzJ2k/s400/nottinghilldoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382222326184915330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF-VYa4K2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7YwPsyTyrRk/s1600-h/stpdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrF-VYa4K2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7YwPsyTyrRk/s400/stpdoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382221935481989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrFbfHVGhFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LybSchD0dyk/s1600-h/wales4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrFbfHVGhFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LybSchD0dyk/s400/wales4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183619786081362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's probably not smart to plan out where I'll put them based on my current first choice apartment, seeing as I don't know whether or not I'll get that apartment. However, I'm doing it any way. The first two 8x10s will go on one wall; the other two 8x10s will go on the opposite wall. The first two 5x7s will flank a window on one of the other walls. The other three 5x7s will go on the opposite wall, next to the closet door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom is moving in with her boyfriend, she isn't really bringing any furniture with her. I have my pick of everything, depending on where I wind up. It's been a bit hard trying to decide what furniture to take for my bedroom, since I don't know how big of a space I'll have. I know that I'm getting one of the queen beds, a big upgrade from my twin bed. I'm bringing my desk, my bureau, &amp;amp; a piece of furniture we have down in the living room that my grandpa made for my dad. Other than that, it all depends. I'll take one of my mom's nightstands most likely &amp;amp; after that, I'm not sure. I'm also getting her TV, which is another big upgrade from my teeny screened TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to having a new space to make my own. Now I just need to find that space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1414613106758408920?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1414613106758408920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/positive-spin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1414613106758408920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1414613106758408920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/positive-spin.html' title='A Positive Spin'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SrGbJ6altrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TawrmuRHLZQ/s72-c/cucumber_crush.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-57095897303956139</id><published>2009-09-14T23:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:50:04.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Spinach Puffs</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite recipes. It's always my go-to when I have to make something for a get-together. (Although, I always double the recipe in that case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;one 10-ounce package of frozen chopped spinach&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;2 slightly beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup blue cheese dressing&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;one 8 1/2-ounce package corn muffin mix&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8H6TFqUQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wiOCVnE_ogU/s1600-h/IMG00316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8H6TFqUQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wiOCVnE_ogU/s400/IMG00316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381528777868857602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a saucepan, combine spinach &amp;amp; onion; cook according to spinach package directions. Drain well, pressing out excess liquid. Combine eggs, cheeses, salad dressing, butter or margarine, &amp;amp; garlic powder. Add spinach mixture &amp;amp; muffin mix; mix well. Cover &amp;amp; chill. (Or, place in a freezer container; seal, label, &amp;amp; freeze.) To serve, place chilled or frozen puffs on a baking sheet. Bake in a 350 degree oven 'til light brown. Bake chilled puffs for 10-12 minutes; bake frozen puffs for 12-15 minutes. Serve warm. Makes about 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to chill the mixture so that it's easier to put it on the cookie sheets.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8MN1SfmuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xVdaPszpua4/s1600-h/IMG00319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8MN1SfmuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xVdaPszpua4/s400/IMG00319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381533511513512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've found that if you use a light sheet, it takes about 12 minutes to cook after chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8LolHZc7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/LlaStah_mms/s1600-h/IMG00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8LolHZc7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/LlaStah_mms/s400/IMG00322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532871516844978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you use a dark sheet, it only takes about 10 minutes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8LUm1ql-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/0VgC7F57OU4/s1600-h/IMG00320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8LUm1ql-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/0VgC7F57OU4/s400/IMG00320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381532528381958114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems to be easier to use a metal spatula, as opposed to a rubber one. They come up quite nicely.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8KZgg3T5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vocneNltK-A/s1600-h/IMG00324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8KZgg3T5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/vocneNltK-A/s400/IMG00324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381531513071816594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the recipe says that it makes about 60, I've found that I wind up with more like 50 ... I make them a little bigger.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8J0HyG6mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B4dA41kW--s/s1600-h/IMG00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8J0HyG6mI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B4dA41kW--s/s400/IMG00325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381530870778096226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I took this picture after the first two sheets came out of the oven ... they go pretty quick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while the recipe says to serve them warm, I think they're also yummy cold. So when you have leftovers, you can either warm them up again in the microwave or enjoy them as they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use this recipe, let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite recipe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-57095897303956139?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/57095897303956139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/spinach-puffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/57095897303956139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/57095897303956139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/spinach-puffs.html' title='Spinach Puffs'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sq8H6TFqUQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wiOCVnE_ogU/s72-c/IMG00316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2219332065970957356</id><published>2009-09-02T16:01:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:27:12.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #7</title><content type='html'>Some photos from my trip to NYC last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7TP7t3A-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jVionDZg-R4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7TP7t3A-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jVionDZg-R4/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376967275808490466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Central Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7S66hKWaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oLTaSJ81RGc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7S66hKWaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oLTaSJ81RGc/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376966914709543330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belvidere Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7R4wqqJMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DF1tLHm7X4Y/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7R4wqqJMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DF1tLHm7X4Y/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376965778193654978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleopatra's Needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7RbD-PabI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iKp-VtWnGjg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7RbD-PabI/AAAAAAAAAOg/iKp-VtWnGjg/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376965267979987378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Central Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7RDHWMJmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NQPj5TXOOA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7RDHWMJmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7NQPj5TXOOA/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376964856568882786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Alice in Wonderland Statue&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7TpZITCuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gvZ4A4UNjm8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7TpZITCuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gvZ4A4UNjm8/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376967713200736994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New York Supreme Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7Qp89WwlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P9vHRUKvo5U/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7Qp89WwlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P9vHRUKvo5U/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376964424283636306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all straight out of camera. My brother generously let me borrow his Kodak EasyShare M380. (I'm 90% sure it's the 380. I'll check with him later.) I waaaaant a camera like this! It's so much better than the one I have. Although I want to play with a Canon PowerShot before making a decision ... for which one will go on my Christmas list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2219332065970957356?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2219332065970957356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2219332065970957356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2219332065970957356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-7.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #7'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sp7TP7t3A-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/jVionDZg-R4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-4652981011681785601</id><published>2009-08-18T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:42:20.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Some things you don't forget</title><content type='html'>So, I still haven't written a post on my trip to NYC. I need to get on that. It's one of those things I keep telling myself I need to do, but never get around to actually doing. Just like I've been telling myself for about two weeks that I needed to e-mail one of my former profs, who I'm friends with, since we never got together like we were planning. I told myself this so many times that I had a few dreams in which she was featured. My subconscious was even getting on me to e-mail her! Granted, she e-mailed me this morning ... so problem solved. I don't think that's possible with a blog post though. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I have something much more random to ramble about. Since I was thinking about writing a post, I got to thinking about when I used to journal. Despite the amount of time I spend on my laptop, I'm a paper &amp; pen kind of gal. I LOVE office supplies. My favorite type of pen is a Pilot EasyTouch fine point. I usually have black ink, but also love blue ink. I'm a huge fan of yellow legal pads. Honestly, I have an obscene amount of pens, pads of paper, etc. When I was younger, I always had a surplus of journals. Family members would get them for me, I would pick up one that I liked in a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in &amp; out of phases with journaling. Sometimes I would write every day, sometimes there would be long stretches where I didn't bother. For a while, there was a constant though. I would name my journal. I progressed from writing "Dear Diary" or "Dear Journal" to "Dear Grace" "Dear Kendra". (I did use those two names. Not sure where Grace came from, but Kendra was after my 7th grade English teacher who gave me that particular journal as a Christmas present.) Back then, the words seemed to flow better when it was more like I was writing a letter to someone instead of just writing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some of my old journals, although I did toss some of them. Really, who wants to look back at those middle school journals that are ALL about the boys you had crushes on? Sometimes I can't believe how boy crazy I was! (And then I remember that I still am sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few memories captured in those discarded journals that I would want to look back on, those are still etched in my mind. Like the first time I danced with a boy -- a boy I had a huge crush on that entire year. We danced to I Can Love You Like That ... the Boyz II Men version, of course, not the lovely John Michael Montgomery version I heard on the radio a few weeks ago. Ryan's hands were around my waist and he sang along to the song. Twelve years later, I can still picture it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually an elementary school story, not middle school, but you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note (I think), I want to pimp out my alter ego: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JoyfulHeart87"&gt;@JoyfulHeart87&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter. I started a second Twitter account because I had a dream that my family decided to get on Twitter &amp; knew I was on there, so I had to hurry up &amp; create a new account &amp; Tweet a ton so it didn't look suspicious. Since I'm massively paranoid about things, I was like ... it wouldn't hurt to have a second account. So now I have my regular Twitter account &amp; this new one, which I'm using mostly to Tweet about activist/advocate related things. Just FYI. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-4652981011681785601?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4652981011681785601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-things-you-dont-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4652981011681785601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4652981011681785601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-things-you-dont-forget.html' title='Some things you don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1264831298251350812</id><published>2009-08-09T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:35:35.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>The Job Search Rant</title><content type='html'>I'm giving fair warning now that this is going to be a complaint-ridden post. Take caution: frustration ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying not to complain, really. I've tried to keep myself from sending tons of Tweets in frustration, tried not to change my Facebook status a bunch of times -- all reflecting frustration. Basically, I've been keeping everything in &amp; I know that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy when people Tweet/Facebook/etc. &amp; it's all negative. That's what I've been avoiding. However, I need to vent a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated at the end of May. It's now the beginning of August &amp; I still don't have a job. I know I'm not the only one in this position &amp; I know I'm not the only one who's frustrated. I know that my friends who do have jobs struggled before they got them. I know that I most likely won't be the last person in my class to finally get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now? I'm frustrated. So frustrated that I've been upset all weekend. So frustrated that I cried most of Friday &amp; have cried for a good part of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember that I already had a huge bout of frustration over my job search. I was so frustrated I felt like giving up, but knew I couldn't. And I didn't, &amp; then I got two job interviews. I went on those interviews &amp; I felt really good about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still unemployed. The second job interview, the one at the law firm, went really well &amp; I got excited. I could see myself working there &amp; I felt good about it. I got back from NYC on Thursday, so I gave them a call on Friday to check in. It had been a week &amp; the partner had said it would be a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that they had already filled the position. I hung up the phone &amp; immediately burst into tears. I wanted that job, I was suited for that job, I needed that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's August &amp; I've only had two interviews. I've had countless rejections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that so many people go through this, but no matter how many times I tell myself that, it doesn't do any good. I'm frustrated &amp; I want to give up ... even though I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words how much I appreciate the words of encouragement that I get from my family &amp; friends. I'm sorry if any of you have ever given me encouragement &amp; I've shot it down. Chances are you caught me at a bad moment, one where I was thinking more about how I've heard it all before &amp; couldn't genuinely appreciate your kind thoughts. So I hope that I haven't offended anyone &amp; if I have, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to always have on that smile, when I get bogged down by this frustration so much sometimes that it's all I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't say how much it helps to read fun &amp; silly Tweets, etc. when I'm in this sort of mood. It's helped so much this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to encourage me, leave me a comment telling me the funniest thing that you heard/that happened to you this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1264831298251350812?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1264831298251350812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-search-rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1264831298251350812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1264831298251350812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/job-search-rant.html' title='The Job Search Rant'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7280065950536056179</id><published>2009-08-01T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:24:06.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Lots of ground to cover</title><content type='html'>I realized that there are so many things I want to blog about. It's a case of "so much to do, so little time." I'm sure at some point I'll get it all out there, but for now I just have to log away those ideas for the future. I doubt you want to read a post that goes in 5 million different directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops, that's what's going to happen in this one! You already started reading though &amp; I'm already typing. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, thanks so much to those of you who gave me encouraging words before &amp; after my interview! It's wonderful to have so much support. I really think it makes a difference in the way I carry myself, hearing &amp; reading all of your kind words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well. It was surprisingly casual &amp; it was comfortable. It's a small firm &amp; I would be exposed to a lot there, although it is specifically immigration law. I would be doing a bit of everything in the office. It's entry level with training. It's easily accessible, right on the bus line. I only met two people while I was there, but they both seem nice. It feels like a good fit to me &amp; hopefully they'll think so as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a snafu with my outfit though. I always do my own laundry, but the shirt is white &amp; I didn't have enough clothes for a light wash. I have no qualms about doing a mixed wash, but with a new shirt that's a huge no no! So I left my shirt with my mom's laundry so that she could throw it in the next time she did whites. She did &amp; then I'm not sure if it was her or my brother who threw the load in the dryer, but whoever it was didn't check to see if everything could go in the dryer &amp; MY TOP SHRANK IN THE DRYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize this, of course, until I was getting dressed. I ran around trying to figure out what to do. The shirt still fits for the most part, just not in the bust. It looked stupid &amp; there was no way I was going to interview in the shirt, even with a shell under it. Luckily I had another dress top I had picked up last week, so I wore that. I actually liked the outfit better with that top, so it was a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my mom what happened, she said she would buy the top off of me if it fit her. Works for me. I'm so glad that I hadn't returned the other top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news ... I'M GOING TO NEW YORK NEXT WEEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. am. so. freaking. excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been planning on going at some point this summer, but things have come together much quicker than expected! I had been thinking mid to late August, but when I got the interview &amp; started thinking about how I might potentially (hopefully!) be working soon. Full time. During the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it right out there: I'm going to meet up with ("internet") friends &amp; to try to see SVU filming. Given the latter part, I need to go during the week! So I just decided it needs to be next week. There's no way I'm going to pass up the opportunity to see them filming &amp; *fingers crossed* meet Mariska &amp; Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I booked myself on Bolt Bus &amp; made a reservation at a hostel. I'll be in NYC Tuesday-Thursday! I'm really just beyond excited! I'm going to be meeting more people who I've been talking to for over a year. They're so much fun &amp; I know we're going to have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few of the things that I wanted to blog about! I'll keep you updated on the job hunt ... &amp; of course the trip. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7280065950536056179?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7280065950536056179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-of-ground-to-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7280065950536056179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7280065950536056179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-of-ground-to-cover.html' title='Lots of ground to cover'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7470118313095015824</id><published>2009-07-30T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:32:10.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Confidence</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (today) I have another interview! Last week it was with a domestic violence shelter, this one is with an immigration law firm. I've been doing my research, so I feel comfortable going in for the interview. Even if it is with one of the partners, not a human resources person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go shopping again for something a little more professional than what I wore to the other interview. I got two pairs of dress pants &amp; I think I'm going to be wearing the gray ones. I'll be wearing the same white button-down shirt I wore last week. My black heeled boots from London will be put to good use &amp; I'm going to accessorize with a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up some makeup to please my mom. I have terrible acne scarring, but I don't ever wear makeup. I need to find a real concealer, but for now I have ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrogena &lt;a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/econsumer/ntg/productdetail.browse?segment=women&amp;catId=2&amp;subCatId=8&amp;productId=291&amp;target=/products/cosmetics/healthy-skin-blends-translucent-oil-control-powder.jsp"&gt;healthy skin blends translucent oil-control powder&lt;/a&gt; (clean 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrogena &lt;a href="http://www.neutrogena.com/econsumer/ntg/productdetail.browse?segment=women&amp;catId=2&amp;subCatId=5&amp;productId=457&amp;target=/products/cosmetics/nourishing-eye-quad.jsp"&gt;nourishing eye quad&lt;/a&gt; (butter creme 110)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried them out so that tomorrow I don't muck anything up, &amp; I really like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have been able to find a suit, as was the intention, but I'm just going to act like I'm wearing one. And take a little note from Julie Andrews (aka Maria von Trapp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll do better than my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRKxkSZXFXs"&gt;I have confidence&lt;/a&gt; they'll put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;but I'll make them see I have confidence in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7470118313095015824?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7470118313095015824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-confidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7470118313095015824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7470118313095015824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-confidence.html' title='I Have Confidence'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-4250830994592621470</id><published>2009-07-26T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:44:20.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Finish Line!</title><content type='html'>Woot. 24 hours of blogging! Check out the RAINN website, great organization. I&amp;#39;m passing out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wound up giving up blogging on my computer to do mini updates from my BlackBerry. Given the 160 character limit on a text, I couldn't do the closing post I wanted to at 9 this morning. Better late than never though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I signed up for this blogathon, I didn't actually know what I was getting myself into. Lesson learned, read before signing up! haha I didn't realize I would have to post every half hour &amp; that's a huge commitment, 49 blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I did though. It was crazy to stay up &amp; blog for 24-hours, but it was an experience. I hope that if anything you learned something from one of my posts. I think we all learned that I must be insane! But seriously, if something I posted shed light on a topic you didn't know about, I did something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share with me what you learned! It doesn't have to be a long comment or anything. You can leave it here if you remember, or go back to that post. All of the posts will be in the right side bar under my July entries, or you can access them through the &lt;a href="http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/search/label/blogathon"&gt;blogathon&lt;/a&gt; label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's not too late to sponsor me! You have another 2 days to do so if you wish. You can find me listed under "with a side of Whimsy" &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=alpha"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-4250830994592621470?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4250830994592621470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/woot.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4250830994592621470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4250830994592621470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/woot.html' title='Finish Line!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5045763863795312564</id><published>2009-07-26T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:34:29.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Tunes Post No. 3</title><content type='html'>I keep drifting off. I think this is my 8:30 post. Check out Rockin to the Beat by the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5045763863795312564?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5045763863795312564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-keep-drifting-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5045763863795312564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5045763863795312564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-keep-drifting-off.html' title='Blogathon Tunes Post No. 3'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6063837318817088440</id><published>2009-07-26T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:33:15.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Organizations on Twitter</title><content type='html'>If you&amp;#39;re on Twitter, check out @rainn01 @janedoe @safehorizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6063837318817088440?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6063837318817088440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-on-twitter-check-out-rainn01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6063837318817088440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6063837318817088440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-on-twitter-check-out-rainn01.html' title='Organizations on Twitter'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2841628997932570634</id><published>2009-07-26T07:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:49:09.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Not necessary to state, but</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m exhausted. I&amp;#39;ve got this for you: Chris Meloni is hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2841628997932570634?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2841628997932570634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2841628997932570634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2841628997932570634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-exhausted.html' title='Not necessary to state, but'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-66671344182384345</id><published>2009-07-26T06:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:32:11.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>I'm easy to please</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m easy to please. Friday my friend &amp;amp; I went to Target to get snacks for the movie. I was excited about a huge ass bottle of Smart Water for a dollar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-66671344182384345?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/66671344182384345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-easy-to-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/66671344182384345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/66671344182384345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-easy-to-please.html' title='I&apos;m easy to please'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6323094721101494712</id><published>2009-07-26T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:25:05.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Projects around the house</title><content type='html'>We’ve been working to get the house on the market. My main project has been the grout of our slate floor downstairs. I’ve scrubbed the grout in both of the hallways &amp; made a lot of progress using a whitening product on about 2/3 of the hallways. Now I have to finish whitening in the hall &amp; then start the process over on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also are working on the curb appeal of the house, so my mom &amp; her boyfriend have taken out a bunch of terrible plants that were in the front &amp; side yards. In the front, there’s now mulch. On the side, they’ve planted grass which now needs to be watered twice a day … that falls to me since I’m home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are coming along &amp; I think we’ll be able to put the house on the market at my mom’s expected date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6323094721101494712?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6323094721101494712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/projects-around-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6323094721101494712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6323094721101494712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/projects-around-house.html' title='Projects around the house'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1573384719985635122</id><published>2009-07-26T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:55:51.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Book Post No. 4</title><content type='html'>Time for another book recommendation! This is another book I read last summer.&lt;br /&gt;I Am the Central Park Jogger by Trisha Meili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an absolutely inspiring autobiography. Trisha was badly beaten &amp; raped while jogging through Central Park. She suffered severe brain damage &amp; had to go through intense physical &amp; mental therapy. She beat all the odds &amp; gives hope to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her &lt;a href="http://www.centralparkjogger.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1573384719985635122?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1573384719985635122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1573384719985635122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1573384719985635122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-4.html' title='Blogathon Book Post No. 4'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-3783091180303084584</id><published>2009-07-26T05:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:27:03.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Coping Mechanisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKimmy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone needs a way to cope. Whether you’re a survivor, a secondary survivor, a counselor, or just a human being. We all get stressed &amp;amp; we all have our problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there is a certain situation(s) which makes you anxious, nervous, scared, or sad … try to recognize it. Is there something that brings on these feelings? A certain time of day, or a song, or a scent? If you’ve experienced any kind of trauma, these are among some of the things that can be considered triggers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you find yourself in a stressful or uncomfortable situation, it’s helpful to have an idea of what you can do to calm down. Think about things that you enjoy doing. Perhaps knitting or playing with a pet. If you can, do one of these activities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are also some things that can help you stay in the moment. Count to 10, or 100, or see as high as you can go until you’re feeling better. List the things around you &amp;amp; if you still need more, go back &amp;amp; describe those object. For example: there is a desk. It is wooden with no drawers. It has a rack for a computer tower. The trim is black. These are called grounding techniques.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Make sure that you do something for yourself. Treat yourself to a massage, if you are comfortable with someone else touching you. Practice meditation. Have half an hour of “me time” while you’re at home, without interruption from anyone you may live with. Go for a walk. See if there are any (free or otherwise) classes that interest you. Read a good book. Whatever appeals to YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is important to take care of ourselves. With all the tasks that have to get done in a day &amp;amp; the other people in our lives we have to take care of, it can be easy to lose sight of that. The best way to get these things done, though, is to make sure we’re in top condition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be good to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-3783091180303084584?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3783091180303084584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/coping-mechanisms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3783091180303084584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3783091180303084584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/coping-mechanisms.html' title='Coping Mechanisms'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5898922643550959209</id><published>2009-07-26T05:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:08:40.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>A big thank you to "jeshyr" for sponsoring me! I don't know who you are, which makes your sponsorship even more amazing! RAINN is a wonderful cause &amp;amp; it makes me so happy to know that together we are helping them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else is interested in sponsoring me, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=alpha"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; find me listed under "with a side of Whimsy". Any amount is welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is some information on how donations to RAINN are used.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smwc1zIwsoI/AAAAAAAAANg/2188XfR3nBw/s1600-h/donations.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smwc1zIwsoI/AAAAAAAAANg/2188XfR3nBw/s400/donations.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362692966877016706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5898922643550959209?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5898922643550959209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5898922643550959209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5898922643550959209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smwc1zIwsoI/AAAAAAAAANg/2188XfR3nBw/s72-c/donations.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2276136105383682205</id><published>2009-07-26T04:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:33:02.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Double Whammy</title><content type='html'>I missed a post this afternoon while I was mowing the lawn, so I figured I would double up at some point. Now is as good as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also running on ... Mafia Wars.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwUq_EFfyI/AAAAAAAAANY/pqayMPAqv2o/s1600-h/mafiawars.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwUq_EFfyI/AAAAAAAAANY/pqayMPAqv2o/s400/mafiawars.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362683985007050530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2276136105383682205?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2276136105383682205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-whammy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2276136105383682205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2276136105383682205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-whammy.html' title='Double Whammy'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwUq_EFfyI/AAAAAAAAANY/pqayMPAqv2o/s72-c/mafiawars.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6744916473558066194</id><published>2009-07-26T04:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:27:26.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>I'm running on ...</title><content type='html'>Jelly Belly freezer pops&lt;br /&gt;Diet raspberry ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;People.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwTP2orF-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/926r2MBy8U8/s1600-h/people.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwTP2orF-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/926r2MBy8U8/s400/people.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362682419376494562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6744916473558066194?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6744916473558066194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-running-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6744916473558066194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6744916473558066194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-running-on.html' title='I&apos;m running on ...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmwTP2orF-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/926r2MBy8U8/s72-c/people.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-3317976423882875650</id><published>2009-07-26T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:59:02.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Left to my own devices</title><content type='html'>I don't even have my Google Reader to keep me entertained. Damn bloggers at BlogHer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-3317976423882875650?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3317976423882875650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/left-to-my-own-devices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3317976423882875650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3317976423882875650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/left-to-my-own-devices.html' title='Left to my own devices'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8794229922210311022</id><published>2009-07-26T03:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:40:18.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>On Calling a Hotline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If a hotline is 24-hours, which most are, don't hesitate to call at any time. &lt;/span&gt;The people who are staffing the hotline have chosen that shift &amp;amp; are ready to take a call. Don't feel bad for calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll even give an experience I had ... At my center, we always have a back-up staffer on in case we have any questions, need support after a difficult call, have a call that needs more support, etc. One morning I was on the 6am-noon shift &amp;amp; I couldn't find the new number to check in with the answering service. So at 6am, so early on a Saturday morning, I had to call back-up. But I knew that the person had signed up for that shift &amp;amp; was "expecting" to field calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to call a hotline, whether it's your first time or you've called before.&lt;/span&gt; Don't get down on yourself if you haven't been able to bring yourself to pick up the phone. You might not be ready yet. And when you are ready, someone will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8794229922210311022?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8794229922210311022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-calling-hotline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8794229922210311022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8794229922210311022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-calling-hotline.html' title='On Calling a Hotline'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7120901221830752911</id><published>2009-07-26T02:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:54:43.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Wondering what I'm doing during Blogathon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smv9ms1SUjI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yFgI52LFO0/s1600-h/emilyoverheard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smv9ms1SUjI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yFgI52LFO0/s400/emilyoverheard.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362658622626222642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching up on some Comic Con articles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7120901221830752911?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7120901221830752911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-what-im-doing-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7120901221830752911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7120901221830752911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering-what-im-doing-during.html' title='Wondering what I&apos;m doing during Blogathon?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smv9ms1SUjI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yFgI52LFO0/s72-c/emilyoverheard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6775773181593606931</id><published>2009-07-26T02:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:35:15.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Random Post</title><content type='html'>O_O This is how my eyes are. Even though I'm exhausted. Or because I'm exhausted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all my posts are random, but this one is truly a collection of random ... words. Not even thoughts. Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I need to collect myself &amp; plan out future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think if there's anything I've done today that I HAVEN'T already shared. Probably not since I've been posting every half hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I'm reading this book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Losing my Religion: How I lost my Faith Reporting on Religion in America -- and Found Unexpected Peace&lt;/span&gt; by William Lobdell. It's really interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6775773181593606931?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6775773181593606931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6775773181593606931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6775773181593606931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html' title='The Random Post'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-3158358266388730823</id><published>2009-07-26T01:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:13:08.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Sexual Assault &amp; SVU</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm watching season 8 of SVU. I don't really feel weird about watching SVU while I'm doing a blogathon for RAINN. However, some people might think it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started training to become a rape crisis counselor, I found out that a lot of people who work at that center aren't fans of SVU. I understand their thinking, in part. They worry about people being triggered by episodes &amp; that certainly happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that SVU brings to light the issue of rape. It's there, so why shouldn't it be present on TV? The show doesn't present a fair representation of rape, seeing as the most common perpetrator is someone the survivor knows, not a stranger. There are lots of representational discrepancies, but in the end the show is informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And have I mentioned Mariska Hargitay is amazing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably something that should be left for another time, when I can really write about how I feel. Maybe I'll still keep it on tap for a future entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm just sayin' that I'm watching SVU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Also! Olivia Benson, the main female character on the show, was sexually assaulted during season 9 (2007-2008). The continuity can get a bit screwed up because sometimes episodes are filmed in one order &amp; aired in another, but in season 10 they showed Olivia going to individual &amp; group counseling &amp; having flashbacks. Word is there might be more flashbacks in the up &amp; coming season. It's nice (so not the right word, but you know what I mean) to see a continuing portrayal of a survivor on the show, instead of the glimpses there are during a case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-3158358266388730823?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3158358266388730823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexual-assault-svu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3158358266388730823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3158358266388730823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexual-assault-svu.html' title='Sexual Assault &amp; SVU'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8766269010128137674</id><published>2009-07-26T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:29:52.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Proposal -- in full</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKimmy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh. My. Goodness. So, in case you didn’t read my “preview” to my reaction: FUNNIEST MOVIE! GO SEE IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here’s the story. My friend &amp;amp; I had a date night. We went out to dinner, shopped around a little bit, &amp;amp; went to a movie. I had suggested The Proposal the day before because we both LOVE Sandra Bullock. She texted me yesterday while she was still at work &amp;amp; said she’d also like to see The Ugly Truth. There are so many movies out right now that I want to see, so I told her she could pick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were incredibly indecisive about what movie to see. Finally we just needed to pick because there was a half hour difference between the showings. I don’t know why, but I suggested we do rock paper scissor, me being The Proposal &amp;amp; her being The Ugly Truth. Why didn’t we think of flipping a coin? We did, just after rock paper scissor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Proposal won – during the third round of rock paper scissor because we kept throwing the same thing -- &amp;amp; we were both SO glad it did in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IT. IS. HILARIOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hysterical laughter. Doubled over. Crying. Couldn’t stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed so hard at a movie. I don’t know if I ever have! It just kept coming. Even the parts that were shown in commercials were funny! (Funnier than in the commercials.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you need a laugh, go see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just go see it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sandra Bullock comedies are always funny, but this one is the tops. This is one of those movies where you know while you’re still watching it that you’re going to have to buy it when it comes out on DVD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At one point I was laughing so hard &amp;amp; I just couldn’t stop. Every time I tried, I thought about the line &amp;amp; burst out laughing again. Believe me, I tried thinking about the Dalai Lama*, it didn’t work. Then during another part my friend had that problem &amp;amp; she set me off laughing again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once the movie ended &amp;amp; the bit during the credits was over, we just sat there still laughing. We both had to make a pit stop – because of all the laughing! – &amp;amp; when we were drying our hands I was trying to tell her what the funniest part was &amp;amp; I couldn’t. I started laughing so hard I started to cry again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we laughed the whole drive home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Do you get the Miss Congeniality reference? Aren’t I so clever?! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8766269010128137674?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8766269010128137674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/proposal-in-full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8766269010128137674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8766269010128137674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/proposal-in-full.html' title='The Proposal -- in full'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1068399131427997281</id><published>2009-07-26T00:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:00:36.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>What I Always Fear</title><content type='html'>I always have this (seemingly) irrational fear that I'm going to send a personal communication (be it a text, IM, direct message, e-mail, etc.) to the wrong person. I'm so paranoid that I tend to double check before sending things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's happened. It was bound to happen eventually. And if it was going to happen, at least this is how it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a text to a friend about something while she was at work &amp;amp; didn't hear back from her. I didn't think much of it, went on living life. Tonight I got a text from this friend. Well, I got a text from a number. When my phone buzzed I assumed it was going to be one of two people. I checked my phone &amp;amp; low &amp;amp; behold, I put the first mentioned friend's number in my phone ONE DIGIT OFF! when I got my BlackBerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sent a personal message to some stranger. At least it was a stranger as opposed to accidentally sending it to someone else in my address book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1068399131427997281?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1068399131427997281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-always-fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1068399131427997281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1068399131427997281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-always-fear.html' title='What I Always Fear'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8997144467430977797</id><published>2009-07-26T00:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:32:18.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Nannyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvcFAb_PJI/AAAAAAAAANA/jYFZyPYWQNo/s1600-h/theme1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvcFAb_PJI/AAAAAAAAANA/jYFZyPYWQNo/s400/theme1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621759889554578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvcBmT4CuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NPK8lyG65NM/s1600-h/ctheme1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvcBmT4CuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NPK8lyG65NM/s400/ctheme1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621701336599266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb-aZYrWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VXmSbG1dHlM/s1600-h/theme2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb-aZYrWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VXmSbG1dHlM/s400/theme2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621646598876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb7fM33vI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z84PoZ7ltuI/s1600-h/ctheme2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb7fM33vI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z84PoZ7ltuI/s400/ctheme2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621596348964594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb2rFIBoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XEyrnQCf_ao/s1600-h/theme3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Smvb2rFIBoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XEyrnQCf_ao/s400/theme3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621513638348418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvbzHLrddI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f89BfJLfC5U/s1600-h/ctheme3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvbzHLrddI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f89BfJLfC5U/s400/ctheme3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362621452462552530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm staying awake. Actually, this is just part of a normal night for me. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8997144467430977797?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8997144467430977797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/nannyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8997144467430977797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8997144467430977797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/nannyyy.html' title='The Nannyyy'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvcFAb_PJI/AAAAAAAAANA/jYFZyPYWQNo/s72-c/theme1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8166925609768865198</id><published>2009-07-26T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:15:36.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>I'm Here!</title><content type='html'>It's taking me longer to edit what I want to post. I'm here though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8166925609768865198?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8166925609768865198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8166925609768865198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8166925609768865198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7453817270966714633</id><published>2009-07-25T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:28:25.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>No body, no crime.</title><content type='html'>The downside of finding something to keep me awake is that now my attention is on Psych instead of coming up with blog entries. I know I still have things to write about, but I haven't seen these episodes since they aired.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvNRYx0zTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c_j7uznNv6U/s1600-h/thumbwar.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvNRYx0zTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c_j7uznNv6U/s400/thumbwar.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362605479907609906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7453817270966714633?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7453817270966714633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-body-no-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7453817270966714633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7453817270966714633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-body-no-crime.html' title='No body, no crime.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvNRYx0zTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c_j7uznNv6U/s72-c/thumbwar.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-4091679332407576791</id><published>2009-07-25T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:56:37.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Pic Post No. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvF2REMlII/AAAAAAAAAMI/uawPMaO4d4w/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvF2REMlII/AAAAAAAAAMI/uawPMaO4d4w/s400/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362597317399319682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-4091679332407576791?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4091679332407576791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4091679332407576791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4091679332407576791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-4.html' title='Blogathon Pic Post No. 4'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmvF2REMlII/AAAAAAAAAMI/uawPMaO4d4w/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7774335393528182226</id><published>2009-07-25T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:26:01.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>TV on DVD is my BFF</title><content type='html'>And now I know what will be keeping me up ... Psych season 3 on DVD, SVU on DVD (I'm thinking season 8 -- Philadelphia &amp;amp; Florida), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to boost these posts up. I'll get a second wind ... maybe some dark chocolate will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some comments! :) Doesn't have to be on this entry, any of them will do. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7774335393528182226?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7774335393528182226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-on-dvd-is-my-bff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7774335393528182226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7774335393528182226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-on-dvd-is-my-bff.html' title='TV on DVD is my BFF'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1027189835463985788</id><published>2009-07-25T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:55:25.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>I might be a vegetarian, but</title><content type='html'>I am intrigued by the story my mom's boyfriend is telling about some of his buddies fishing in Alaska &amp;amp; catching 700-pounds worth of fish. I asked how they got it back ... $6/pound to flash freeze &amp;amp; ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1027189835463985788?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1027189835463985788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-might-be-vegetarian-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1027189835463985788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1027189835463985788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-might-be-vegetarian-but.html' title='I might be a vegetarian, but'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-4237275518578498467</id><published>2009-07-25T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:26:19.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Everyone came back at the same time</title><content type='html'>I was enjoying some peace &amp;amp; quiet. My mom &amp;amp; her boyfriend went out to the store, my brother was still on vacation (in Maine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came back &amp;amp; a minute later my mom's car pulled into the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice while it lasted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-4237275518578498467?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4237275518578498467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyone-came-back-at-same-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4237275518578498467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4237275518578498467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyone-came-back-at-same-time.html' title='Everyone came back at the same time'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8841332436308979646</id><published>2009-07-25T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:01:15.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Half Way Mark!</title><content type='html'>Who decided that the blogathon would consist of posts every half hour? LOL I know I missed one this afternoon while I was mowing the lawn, so I guess at some half hour interval I'll have to post two entries! 49 entries in a 24-hour period ... oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in sponsoring me for this blogathon, you can find more information &lt;a href="http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-blogging-marathon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I would really appreciate it! RAINN is certainly a worthy organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to do something similar to this as my last post, but if you've been keeping up with my blogging all day ... or if you've even just read a few entries ... which have you found the most interesting &amp;amp; why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8841332436308979646?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8841332436308979646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-way-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8841332436308979646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8841332436308979646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-way-mark.html' title='Half Way Mark!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8975859796130737120</id><published>2009-07-25T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:34:27.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>"Preview" of my reaction to The Proposal</title><content type='html'>I don't want to oversell this, but The Proposal is probably the funniest movie I have ever seen. I can't remember laughing that hard/that much at a movie. It was laughing so hard I cried, laughing so hard I doubled over, so funny that I couldn't stop laughing, laughing so much I thought I was going to pee (&amp;amp; I never feel like that!) ... so freaking hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write a much longer post on the movie, so that will be later, after everyone else has gone to bed &amp;amp; I can be chained to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But GO SEE THE PROPOSAL! You will be so glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8975859796130737120?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8975859796130737120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/preview-of-my-reaction-to-proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8975859796130737120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8975859796130737120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/preview-of-my-reaction-to-proposal.html' title='&quot;Preview&quot; of my reaction to The Proposal'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5549180186529160799</id><published>2009-07-25T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:35:01.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Book Post No. 3</title><content type='html'>My next book suggestion is Still Kicking by Katie Hnida. Amazing autobiography of a courageous young woman who overcame &amp;amp; achieved so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5549180186529160799?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5549180186529160799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-next-book-suggestion-is-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5549180186529160799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5549180186529160799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-next-book-suggestion-is-still.html' title='Blogathon Book Post No. 3'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8899537778633749279</id><published>2009-07-25T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:24:01.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Book Post No. 2</title><content type='html'>Another book I read last summer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/span&gt;. It's such an interesting story. Also on my re-read list at some point. My mom got the book for me either for Valentine's Day or Easter, I can't remember which. I recommend both the book &amp;amp; the movie adaptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8899537778633749279?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8899537778633749279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8899537778633749279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8899537778633749279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-2.html' title='Blogathon Book Post No. 2'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-96937690923494513</id><published>2009-07-25T18:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:56:33.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Book Post No. 1</title><content type='html'>Last night before going to the movies, my friend &amp;amp; I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble &amp;amp; Target. In both stores we saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;. I read it last summer &amp;amp; simply love it. I highly recommend this book &amp;amp; I'm thinking of re-reading it once I get through the mass amount of books I have out from the library &amp;amp; the rest of the Harry Potter series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-96937690923494513?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/96937690923494513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/96937690923494513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/96937690923494513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-book-post-no-1.html' title='Blogathon Book Post No. 1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6029523601742905295</id><published>2009-07-25T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:28:58.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Pic Post No. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmuG31AEGwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_VcwwauuWNo/s1600-h/HPIM0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmuG31AEGwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_VcwwauuWNo/s400/HPIM0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362528074992982786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6029523601742905295?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6029523601742905295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6029523601742905295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6029523601742905295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-3.html' title='Blogathon Pic Post No. 3'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmuG31AEGwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_VcwwauuWNo/s72-c/HPIM0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7652792361561410104</id><published>2009-07-25T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:03:59.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Joyful Heart Foundation</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite organizations is the &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulheartfoundation.org/index.html"&gt;Joyful Heart Foundation&lt;/a&gt;. It was started by Mariska Hargitay, the lead actress on Law &amp;amp; Order: Special Victims Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to regular fan mail, Mariska received letters from survivors of sexual assault &amp;amp; was stopped by people on the street who told her their stories. There is certainly a piece of Olivia Benson in Mariska &amp;amp; she started the foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JHF works with survivors of sexual assault to help them heal. The focus is on retreats &amp;amp; activities, such as swimming with dolphins, to help survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariska is an excellent example of using celebrity to draw attention to an issue. This is the second year that there has been a Joyful Heart Foundation gala to raise money &amp;amp; many of Mariska's famous friends attend to use their celebrity to draw attention to the foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website provides resources, inspirational material, &amp;amp; a "heart shop" where part of the purchase of items goes to the JHF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7652792361561410104?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7652792361561410104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/joyful-heart-foundation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7652792361561410104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7652792361561410104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/joyful-heart-foundation.html' title='The Joyful Heart Foundation'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7684345530782000120</id><published>2009-07-25T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:36:36.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Tunes Post No. 2</title><content type='html'>Here are 10 songs from my iTunes, via the shuffle option:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my Life -- Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;I Could Not Ask for More -- Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;Pedestal -- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;From Time to Time -- Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not That Girl (Reprise) -- Kristen Chenoweth, Wicked soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Pushing Up Daisies -- Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped Around -- Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen going on Seventeen -- Sound of Music soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent -- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Girls Just Want to Have Fun -- Cyndi Lauper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7684345530782000120?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7684345530782000120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-tunes-post-no-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7684345530782000120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7684345530782000120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-tunes-post-no-2.html' title='Blogathon Tunes Post No. 2'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8295853751979708531</id><published>2009-07-25T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:07:16.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Pic Post No. 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday one of my friends &amp;amp; I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for a while before seeing a movie. We were just browsing &amp;amp; I came across this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtzTE0ZqTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/22fG54-mysk/s1600-h/IMG00201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtzTE0ZqTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/22fG54-mysk/s400/IMG00201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362506552862943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I love Twilight. You might also love it, you might not get it, doesn't matter. Someone tell me why there is a need for so many Tween magazines with Twilight on the cover?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were two non-Tween magazines at the check-out counter with Robert Pattinson on the cover, one of him alone &amp;amp; one of him &amp;amp; Kristen Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8295853751979708531?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8295853751979708531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8295853751979708531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8295853751979708531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-2.html' title='Blogathon Pic Post No. 2'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtzTE0ZqTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/22fG54-mysk/s72-c/IMG00201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6079308441006462172</id><published>2009-07-25T16:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:36:26.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Abusive Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mariska.com/video.php?n=2009.psa.relationships.mov"&gt;The More You Know PSA&lt;/a&gt;, Mariska Hargitay of Law &amp;amp; Order: Special Victims Unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtscKKFkEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/B4u1RaU1kHc/s1600-h/MHrelationshipPSA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtscKKFkEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/B4u1RaU1kHc/s400/MHrelationshipPSA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362499012333506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 Signs That You May Be Experiencing an Abusive Relationship, &lt;a href="http://www.safehorizon.org/"&gt;Safe Horizon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtsS3T4j3I/AAAAAAAAALI/fHy0dlRwHyU/s1600-h/10list.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtsS3T4j3I/AAAAAAAAALI/fHy0dlRwHyU/s400/10list.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362498852655501170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6079308441006462172?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6079308441006462172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/abusive-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6079308441006462172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6079308441006462172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/abusive-relationships.html' title='Abusive Relationships'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtscKKFkEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/B4u1RaU1kHc/s72-c/MHrelationshipPSA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7311389139312605238</id><published>2009-07-25T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:00:28.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Friends &amp; Family of Survivors</title><content type='html'>When someone is sexually assaulted, they often look to their family &amp; friends for support. It can be difficult to try to support someone in such a situation, one can be nervous that they'll say the wrong thing or just plain be overwhelmed. Sexual assault hotlines aren't just for survivors, they are also for those people who support survivors. If you know someone who has been sexually assaulted &amp; you aren't sure how to help them, call a hotline. If your partner, friend, or family member's disclosure brings up something that has happened to you, call a hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone discloses their assault to you, just be as supportive as you can &amp; make sure they're safe. And there's nothing wrong with simply listening, a lot of the time that's just what they need, someone to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7311389139312605238?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7311389139312605238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-family-of-survivors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7311389139312605238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7311389139312605238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-family-of-survivors.html' title='Friends &amp; Family of Survivors'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5301592132831827141</id><published>2009-07-25T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:37:24.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Men can be survivors too</title><content type='html'>At my family's 4th of July party, I was on call for the hotline &amp; we were discussing, in general, the types of services we provide. One of my cousins asked if we had any male counselors. The answer is that we do, just not on the hotline. He was surprised by my answer, but I told him that anyone can be sexually assaulted (and anyone can be the abuser).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;National Organization on Male Sexual Victimization (NOMSV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-800-738-4181&lt;br /&gt;This is not a crisis hotline, but you can get information about support groups in your area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5301592132831827141?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5301592132831827141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/men-can-be-servivors-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5301592132831827141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5301592132831827141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/men-can-be-servivors-too.html' title='Men can be survivors too'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6881113840805015887</id><published>2009-07-25T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:53:03.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Domestic Violence Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;National Domestic Violence Hotline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-800-799-SAFE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;TTY 800-787-3224&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SAFELINK&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;st1:state style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;) state-wide hotline&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call to find a domestic violence program or shelter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-877-785-2020&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6881113840805015887?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6881113840805015887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-resources.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6881113840805015887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6881113840805015887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-resources.html' title='Domestic Violence Resources'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-439168030850835629</id><published>2009-07-25T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:27:45.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Clothesline Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtOkLueJDI/AAAAAAAAALA/J95g3VZhn6U/s1600-h/HPIM0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtOkLueJDI/AAAAAAAAALA/J95g3VZhn6U/s400/HPIM0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466164844667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtOX6vKR5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1HtbyN87DFM/s1600-h/HPIM0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtOX6vKR5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1HtbyN87DFM/s400/HPIM0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362465954125727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtNk5l4FrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0iQnCkWDhpU/s1600-h/HPIM0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtNk5l4FrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0iQnCkWDhpU/s400/HPIM0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362465077645022898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-439168030850835629?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/439168030850835629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/clothesline-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/439168030850835629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/439168030850835629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/clothesline-project.html' title='The Clothesline Project'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmtOkLueJDI/AAAAAAAAALA/J95g3VZhn6U/s72-c/HPIM0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6744372282379417971</id><published>2009-07-25T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:09:37.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Volunteering Opportunities</title><content type='html'>If you are interested in becoming a rape crisis counselor, get in touch with your local rape crisis center to see when they have trainings. At mine, there are 2 trainings a year -- one in the fall &amp;amp; one in the spring, at least in terms of "fall semester" &amp;amp; "spring semester". The amount of training necessary will depend on the state (each has a different requirement) &amp;amp; then the specific center. For example, my training was 50-hours because the specific center I volunteer at includes extra hours in the training. We went over things like incest &amp;amp; suicide, which are not generally covered in trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unable to make the time commitment/the timing of the training does not work for you, you should consider volunteering in the office. All organizations can always use the extra help! Especially rape crisis centers, which are among the places being hit by the recession. What you will do while you volunteer will again depend on the center. If there's something you're particularly interested in, talk about that when you contact the volunteer director. They like to play to your strengths! Otherwise, you could go in &amp;amp; do something different each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many centers offer internships. These are things to think about if you want to get into the social services industry. The more experience you can get, the better! Plus you know you're doing something to help out, even if it's stuffing envelopes -- someone has to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can start by checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/get-involved/volunteer-for-RAINN"&gt;volunteer page&lt;/a&gt; for RAINN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6744372282379417971?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6744372282379417971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/volunteering-opportunities.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6744372282379417971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6744372282379417971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/volunteering-opportunities.html' title='Volunteering Opportunities'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2451597120983425546</id><published>2009-07-25T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:12:02.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Locating a Rape Crisis Center/Hotline</title><content type='html'>If you are unable to find the number for a local rape crisis center/hotline, RAINN is the place to look! Part of the invaluable service they provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2451597120983425546?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2451597120983425546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-are-unable-to-find-number-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2451597120983425546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2451597120983425546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-are-unable-to-find-number-for.html' title='Locating a Rape Crisis Center/Hotline'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2980679308232496109</id><published>2009-07-25T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:30:29.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Pic Post No. 1</title><content type='html'>The beginnings of a stormy sky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmsywLvfW6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/jYFNd0sTGz0/s1600-h/HPIM0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmsywLvfW6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/jYFNd0sTGz0/s320/HPIM0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435584681794466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stood under the awning right outside the back door to take this picture as the rain drizzled down. Later we had a full-out thunderstorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2980679308232496109?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2980679308232496109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2980679308232496109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2980679308232496109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogathon-pic-post-no-1.html' title='Blogathon Pic Post No. 1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmsywLvfW6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/jYFNd0sTGz0/s72-c/HPIM0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5663124681210665955</id><published>2009-07-25T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:12:35.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Blogathon Tunes Post No. 1</title><content type='html'>If you&amp;#39;re looking for a song to listen to, I&amp;#39;ve happily had Lovegame by Lady GaGa stuck in my head for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5663124681210665955?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663124681210665955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-looking-for-song-to-listen-to-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5663124681210665955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5663124681210665955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-looking-for-song-to-listen-to-i.html' title='Blogathon Tunes Post No. 1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2225289341418162103</id><published>2009-07-25T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:35:31.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Human Trafficking</title><content type='html'>UNICEF &amp; The Killers have released a music video of a song called Goodnight, Travel Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoTBclI22Dk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/uk_50248.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the press release from UNICEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when people who can draw attention to issues do. Not that I have any sort of talent, but that's the only reason I would want to be a celebrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2225289341418162103?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2225289341418162103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-trafficking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2225289341418162103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2225289341418162103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/human-trafficking.html' title='Human Trafficking'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-19561654117291422</id><published>2009-07-25T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:18:28.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>I just want to remind you that I'm blogging for &lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/"&gt;RAINN&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; you're more than welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=alpha"&gt;sponsor me&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had an interview for a position as a shelter advocate for a domestic violence shelter. They usually have 6 women &amp;amp; their children in the shelter. The position which is open is only part-time &amp;amp; it's overnight, but it's something I would be very interested in doing. Plus it's the only thing I've had an interview for so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well. I don't have much experience with interviews, but it was by far the easiest for me to do. I even had questions when she asked if I had any, so that was great. She said it would be a few weeks before I hear anything though, because they just posted the job. The top two candidates will have a second interview with the director of the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your fingers crossed that I hear back from them &amp;amp; that I get some more interviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-19561654117291422?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/19561654117291422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/interview_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/19561654117291422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/19561654117291422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/interview_25.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-9112637148791091616</id><published>2009-07-25T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:13:35.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Also on tap for today ... Making up for missing a few Wordless Wednesdays. Oh yes, I have pictures. Teaser: one is a magazine display that caught my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-9112637148791091616?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9112637148791091616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/also-on-tap-for-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/9112637148791091616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/9112637148791091616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/also-on-tap-for-today.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8589479850923217438</id><published>2009-07-25T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:14:26.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Easing In</title><content type='html'>I promise I have real posts planned out ... I just need to ease in. I am not a morning person! Haha The things I&amp;#39;ll do for a cause! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8589479850923217438?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8589479850923217438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promise-i-have-real-posts-planned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8589479850923217438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8589479850923217438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promise-i-have-real-posts-planned-out.html' title='Easing In'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2568957024983863000</id><published>2009-07-25T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:15:22.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Up &amp; Coming</title><content type='html'>Topics to come today: RAINN, volunteering, job interview, library, firend dates, The Proposal, working to prep the house for sale, &amp;amp; many more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2568957024983863000?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2568957024983863000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/topics-to-come-today-rainn-volunteering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2568957024983863000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2568957024983863000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/topics-to-come-today-rainn-volunteering.html' title='Up &amp; Coming'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-364082141724856675</id><published>2009-07-25T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:16:00.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogathon'/><title type='text'>Kicking Off</title><content type='html'>Good morning! First post for the 24 hour blogathon for RAINN. There will be many more to come! :) We&amp;#39;ll be covering lots of different topics in that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-364082141724856675?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/364082141724856675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-first-post-for-24-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/364082141724856675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/364082141724856675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-first-post-for-24-hour.html' title='Kicking Off'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-3294749169565589265</id><published>2009-07-24T02:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:06:18.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAINN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Saturday Blogging Marathon</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you may have gathered from the title, I'm participating in a blogging marathon on Saturday. I'm blogging for &lt;a href="http://www.rainn.org/"&gt;RAINN&lt;/a&gt; -- the Rape, Abuse &amp;amp; Incest National Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cause to which I am dedicated. So many women, children, and men (yes, men) are affected by rape, abuse, &amp;amp; incest. It takes a lot out of a person &amp;amp; they aren't weak if they are broken by the experience. However, there is help out there. RAINN provides important information for people on a national level. They can put someone in touch with a local rape crisis center or provide support online for someone who feels more comfortable behind their computer than on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide so much, but they can't do so without help. If you would like to sponsor me for Blogathon 2009, visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogathon.org/list.php?sort=alpha"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; find me under "with a side of Whimsy" in the alphabetical listing. I know this is short notice, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to raise any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'll be able to help raise awareness about RAINN &amp;amp; the support that is out there for survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to post an entry about every half hour for 24-hours. I will be starting at 9am on Saturday &amp;amp; hopefully going until 9am on Sunday! (Good thing I'm not on hotline this weekend!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-3294749169565589265?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3294749169565589265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-blogging-marathon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3294749169565589265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3294749169565589265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-blogging-marathon.html' title='Saturday Blogging Marathon'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-4690182105050485104</id><published>2009-07-19T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:57:57.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book Contest Winner!</title><content type='html'>We have a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 6 entries in my book contest (respectable, considering it's been less than 2 months since I started my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heather (via comments) -- Crazy Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marisa (via Twitter) -- Idiot Girl &amp;amp; the Flaming Tantrum of Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Concep (via Twitter) -- Diana Gabaldon Outlander series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. JaggedJedi (via Twitter) -- The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. JaggedJedi (via Twitter) -- Body Farm novels by Jefferson Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. JaggedJedi (via Twitter) -- Postcards from the Edge by Carrie Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on using a website to generate the winning number, but then when I realized it was only 6 I decided to pull the winner out of a hat ... or rather, a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our winner is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. JaggedJedi (via Twitter) -- The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! I'll be going to the library this week to pick up the book &amp;amp; I look forward to reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to everyone who submitted their recommendations, especially because this is a prize-less contest. Well, unless you consider this a prize. haha I made this should you have a blog you want to put it on or TwitPic it or whatever. No obligation to do so, but ... y'know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmKnOgtAtcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FtUE0N4jTpw/s1600-h/bookcontest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmKnOgtAtcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FtUE0N4jTpw/s320/bookcontest.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360030374263043522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-4690182105050485104?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4690182105050485104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-contest-winner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4690182105050485104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/4690182105050485104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-contest-winner.html' title='Book Contest Winner!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SmKnOgtAtcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FtUE0N4jTpw/s72-c/bookcontest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8478861845557711498</id><published>2009-07-14T18:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:16:11.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Told You So</title><content type='html'>I never said I was going to be good at keeping up with this blog. In fact, I pretty much said the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my reasons for my lack of blogging (I don't claim that they're good reasons haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tweet.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Which you probably already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a SVU &amp;amp; Bones blog, &amp;amp; that tends to be all I have to talk about. (Plus that's what Twitter is for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a book or Harry Potter blog. I've been doing a lot of reading ... of Harry Potter. Somehow I'm only on Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Goblet of Fire, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a texting whore &amp;amp; thus spend a lot of time with my thumbs on my BlackBerry. Which sadly does not have internet access. Because I'm poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been incredibly frustrated with my job search, which makes me cranky. Do you want to read cranky blog posts? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really easily distracted by behind the scenes pictures of SVU now that they've started filming the new season. Not my fault*. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I present you with the quick &amp;amp; dirty (oh, stop with snickers!) of things I could potentially have blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burned my finger while cooking. I am my mother's daughter &amp;amp; my nonna's granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased a bunny down the street trying to get closer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was followed by a stray cat who was so cute &amp;amp; kept meowing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to NYC which will happen in the next couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I will always love my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest blog suggestion (because she actually updates hers &amp;amp; writes ridiculously well): &lt;a href="http://hollywoodaddict.wordpress.com/"&gt;Confessions of a Hollywood Addict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tell me how I'm supposed to overlook something like this. IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sl0P76WlGWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rw-8RVQ0cg/s1600-h/OMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sl0P76WlGWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rw-8RVQ0cg/s320/OMG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456653591419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sl0QGg7YPTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ecG-FsNgD0w/s1600-h/OMG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sl0QGg7YPTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ecG-FsNgD0w/s320/OMG2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456835745004850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So ... um. How do you conclude a blog post about absolutely nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Right. I am kind of trying to hold a contest. The prize is knowing I will be reading a book which has been deemed fantastic by your fabulous self. All you have to do is go &lt;a href="http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-summer-reading-list.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; tell me what book you think I should read. Hell, you can even Tweet it to me! I don't know about you, but I think the contest will be a lot more interesting if more than one person enters. It's harmless. It won't hurt. You can suggest as many books as you'd like, just make sure you use separate comments/Tweets so that I can number them individually. The cut off is at 4pm on Friday, 17 July. Get on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8478861845557711498?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8478861845557711498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/told-you-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8478861845557711498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8478861845557711498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/told-you-so.html' title='Told You So'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sl0P76WlGWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8rw-8RVQ0cg/s72-c/OMG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5094149238361041532</id><published>2009-07-08T00:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:06:08.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #6</title><content type='html'>This week I give you wallpapers I've made for my BlackBerry Curve.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQjELAg4oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpZ0ZQ0bsDk/s1600-h/Indy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQjELAg4oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpZ0ZQ0bsDk/s400/Indy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944411431756418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQi6OsOM4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/97G1QuEwWVw/s1600-h/hall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQi6OsOM4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/97G1QuEwWVw/s400/hall.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944240621695874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQlVAfICuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VB2Spq-2Wx0/s1600-h/park.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQlVAfICuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VB2Spq-2Wx0/s400/park.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946899688393442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQl4uyBwpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-qOBcjdkTTQ/s1600-h/wales.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQl4uyBwpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-qOBcjdkTTQ/s400/wales.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947513411125906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQm6ADvz9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bRaJQPd2c4U/s1600-h/clouds.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQm6ADvz9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bRaJQPd2c4U/s400/clouds.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948634740346834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQmahx82mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MtNB3UTBb1c/s1600-h/AZsunset.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQmahx82mI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MtNB3UTBb1c/s400/AZsunset.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948094036695650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQmvz35SHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3dmZseHlUrQ/s1600-h/cactus.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQmvz35SHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3dmZseHlUrQ/s400/cactus.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948459670718578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnKm9P1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bn7AucUsZWI/s1600-h/gorgeous+sunset.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnKm9P1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bn7AucUsZWI/s400/gorgeous+sunset.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948920059975122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnpifGxOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S83D0k8gFqs/s1600-h/Hawaiian+sun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnpifGxOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S83D0k8gFqs/s400/Hawaiian+sun.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949451435754722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnWbF28kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AB9G-7_CKJM/s1600-h/green+lighthouse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQnWbF28kI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AB9G-7_CKJM/s400/green+lighthouse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949123033297474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQn7pQbqlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4unlHz7yI3s/s1600-h/lighthouse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQn7pQbqlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4unlHz7yI3s/s400/lighthouse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949762490903122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first five are pictures I took myself, the rest are images I found through various searches on Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided to extend the contest I started last week ... seeing as I only got one entry (thanks, Heather!). So either leave a comment &lt;a href="http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-summer-reading-list.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or Tweet me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Kimmy6313"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; telling me what book you think I should read. On Friday, 17 July at 4pm I will randomly select an entry &amp;amp; borrow the winning book from the library. I know, no snazzy prizes ... maybe once I get a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5094149238361041532?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5094149238361041532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5094149238361041532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5094149238361041532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday-6.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #6'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SlQjELAg4oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tpZ0ZQ0bsDk/s72-c/Indy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7261082691027723996</id><published>2009-07-01T23:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:44:52.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #5</title><content type='html'>This week I give you some pictures from my graduation/birthday party ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwnCAjjukI/AAAAAAAAAII/k_3-iYQGOxk/s1600-h/HPIM0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwnCAjjukI/AAAAAAAAAII/k_3-iYQGOxk/s320/HPIM0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353696972499040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Skwnf5uEBHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sg_CI-daGkA/s1600-h/HPIM0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Skwnf5uEBHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sg_CI-daGkA/s320/HPIM0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697486060127346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Skwn4yFJEoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dsu4Pn_KiZE/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Skwn4yFJEoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dsu4Pn_KiZE/s320/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353697913506173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwoKlJBcAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nIUIcRsbTq8/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwoKlJBcAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nIUIcRsbTq8/s320/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698219270434818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwoWxpWAuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SBQSAYLn41M/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwoWxpWAuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SBQSAYLn41M/s320/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698428785656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwopO9EOhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YsXvRgr3bWM/s1600-h/HPIM0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwopO9EOhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YsXvRgr3bWM/s320/HPIM0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698745890650642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing spectacular this week. Hopefully the rain will eventually stop &amp;amp; I'll have a chance to get out with my camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7261082691027723996?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7261082691027723996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7261082691027723996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7261082691027723996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday-5.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #5'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkwnCAjjukI/AAAAAAAAAII/k_3-iYQGOxk/s72-c/HPIM0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2690623447898510954</id><published>2009-06-30T19:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:48:28.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Summer Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I wanted to share some of the highlights of my summer reading plan in case anyone is looking for ideas. If you would like more information on any of the following books, just leave me a comment &amp;amp; I’ll get back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;1. Jodi Picoult&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I finally read my first Picoult book this month: Plain Truth. It was quickly followed by My Sister’s Keeper &amp;amp; now I’m reading &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Salem&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I plan on working through the rest of her books as well, since she’s become one of my favorite authors already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;2. Harry Potter series&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*ducks* I’ve never read the books. Well, I had read the first &amp;amp; fourth books. (I know, I know!) I reread the first book &amp;amp; the rest are sitting on my book shelf waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;3. Alex Cross series&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The only books I’ve read by James Patterson are from the Women’s Murder Club series, but I’ve heard good things about the Alex Cross series as well. I’m going to read the first one &amp;amp; we’ll take it from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;4. Contemporary Classics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You know those books everyone reads in high school? Like The Catcher in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rye&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, 1984, &amp;amp; Fahrenheit 451. I’ve never read them. I’ve always wanted to read the ones that were skipped in the English classes I took, so now I’m finally adding them to my summer reading list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;5. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I recently watched the newest film adaption of the first Douglas Adams book. Now I’m interested in reading the first book &amp;amp; potentially the others in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;6. Women’s Murder Club&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;7. Stephanie Plum series&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;8. Temperance Brennan series&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;These are three of my favorite book series. I’m on the waiting list for the most recent in 6. &amp;amp; 7., awaiting the next book in 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;9. Jane Austen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Having seen adaptations of some of Jane Austen’s books &amp;amp; after watching The Jane Austen Book Club, I decided that I want to read her books. I got Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility from the library &amp;amp; couldn’t get into it, but I think it’s because I wasn’t much in the mood for it. I’m going to try to start off with a different book a little later this summer &amp;amp; see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Your Pick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And now it’s time for my first contest! Although I’m sad to report that there is no material prize involved (I’m still unemployed). However, you will have the satisfaction of forcing one of your favorite books on me or having me test drive a book for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;All you have to do is leave a comment with a book suggestion – title mandatory; author would be helpful as well. If you would like to suggest more than one book, please leave separate comments. You may suggest as many as you like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;On Tuesday, 7 July at 4pm I will randomly select a winner &amp;amp; the next time I go to the library I will take out that book &amp;amp; read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Even if your entry isn’t chosen, you still win! Between my own summer reading list &amp;amp; the books suggested via comments, you should be able to find some great summer reading books of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So, what book(s) do you want me to read?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2690623447898510954?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2690623447898510954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-summer-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2690623447898510954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2690623447898510954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-summer-reading-list.html' title='Top 10 Summer Reading List'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8998323635803282278</id><published>2009-06-29T00:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:51:21.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A Little Mood Music</title><content type='html'>The weather has been TERRIBLE here lately. It's the end of June &amp;amp; we've barely had any sun. All the rain &amp;amp; overcast skies have certainly been taking a toll on my mood, as well as the mood of just about everyone. The forecast for the week is rain, rain, &amp;amp; more rain. The thought is just depressing. So, in an attempt to lighten my mood, I decided to give you a top 10 list of songs which I've been digging lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My musical choice might also have something to do with watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gust Rush&lt;/span&gt; today, which is an absolutely wonderful movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGJ8dY_IcgE"&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/a&gt; by The Frames&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhIKardfRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iA5zS2qYXBo/s1600-h/Falling+Slowly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhIKardfRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iA5zS2qYXBo/s320/Falling+Slowly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607500927335698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plDNCnCik6c"&gt;I Hear the Bells&lt;/a&gt; by Mike Doughty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhIB602BJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9ykFbXxW6vc/s1600-h/I+Hear+the+Bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhIB602BJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9ykFbXxW6vc/s320/I+Hear+the+Bells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607354937803922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ebh6FL0vo44"&gt;Thinking of You&lt;/a&gt; by Katy Perry&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhH60EzxNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dw2ncsoxgrM/s1600-h/Thinking+of+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhH60EzxNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dw2ncsoxgrM/s320/Thinking+of+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607232866632914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwwCJcwR9QQ"&gt;Catch my Disease&lt;/a&gt; by Ben Lee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHyeMdaoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u7q6n5r-aGU/s1600-h/Catch+my+Disease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHyeMdaoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u7q6n5r-aGU/s320/Catch+my+Disease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607089554188930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrNoDUblAtE"&gt;Better in Time&lt;/a&gt; by Leona Lewis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHpjaQQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/2RP9qEhGvyo/s1600-h/Better+in+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHpjaQQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/2RP9qEhGvyo/s320/Better+in+Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606936335401826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RI_xYIxUTE0"&gt;Valerie&lt;/a&gt; by Amy Winehouse (Mark Ronson version)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHf0i8lAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VXlVadmxfpU/s1600-h/Valerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHf0i8lAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VXlVadmxfpU/s320/Valerie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606769136571394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjSvGFvtipI"&gt;I Want You&lt;/a&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHWBwf7VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ybw4_HDaWb4/s1600-h/I+Want+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHWBwf7VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ybw4_HDaWb4/s320/I+Want+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606600884383058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSyeto050ZU"&gt;All I Wanna Do&lt;/a&gt; by Sugarland&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHKj-_JuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_1ey8gQIf94/s1600-h/All+I+Wanna+Do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhHKj-_JuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_1ey8gQIf94/s320/All+I+Wanna+Do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606403913524962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vSRa-qlKTo"&gt;Summertime&lt;/a&gt; by Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhG69JgVII/AAAAAAAAAG4/zGj-NYvjDX4/s1600-h/Summertime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhG69JgVII/AAAAAAAAAG4/zGj-NYvjDX4/s320/Summertime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606135790621826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMxASjxRk1w&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;I Gotta Feeling&lt;/a&gt; by The Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhGwx6fDqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eEjMJupEplY/s1600-h/I+Gotta+Feeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhGwx6fDqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eEjMJupEplY/s320/I+Gotta+Feeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352605960976141986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8998323635803282278?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8998323635803282278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-mood-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8998323635803282278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8998323635803282278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-mood-music.html' title='A Little Mood Music'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkhIKardfRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iA5zS2qYXBo/s72-c/Falling+Slowly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-1165623672575097274</id><published>2009-06-28T04:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T04:41:13.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EPIC WIN'/><title type='text'>I Won the Lottery!</title><content type='html'>First of all, it's 4am &amp;amp; I'm WIDE AWAKE. I started off thinking I had some weird post-party energy. Then I realized that I've been guzzling Diet Mountain Dew. Dude, did you know Mountain Dew has CAFFEINE in it? Really? Okay, so did I. For some reason, that just didn't compute in my brain. I was all, ohhhh we NEVER have Mountain Dew! I love Mountain Dew! I will drink lots of Mountain Dew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I was all, ohhhh I can write a blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are. *waves* Hi. I'll try not to speak tons of LOLcatz, because I think we all know that happens when I'm overtired &amp;amp; over-caffeinated. This is called restraint. I haz skills. (Damn, that was LOLcat speak. I haz downfalls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (... yesterday) was my graduation/birthday party. Lots of family &amp;amp; friends came over, there was way too much food &amp;amp; somehow even more dessert -- we're Italian, it happens -- &amp;amp; an infinite amount of fun. Everyone was very generous &amp;amp; it was only slightly awkward when I had to open cards &amp;amp; presents in front of people. At least we had moved inside due to the crazy ass thunderstorm, so most people were in other rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone got me 10 BINGO lottery tickets. FYI, BINGO lottery tickets? They take FOR-EV-ER to do! You have to scratch 27 call numbers, then go through the 4 BINGO cards on the ticket &amp;amp; see if you get BINGO -- a line, four corners, or an X. A line is worth so much, 4-corners is worth more, &amp;amp; an X is worth the most. Each card down those amounts increase. Have I mentioned that they take FOR-EV-ER to do?! I think it took an hour &amp;amp; a half to go through all 10 cards, &amp;amp; that was with my brother's help! So we're scratching cards &amp;amp; double checking to make sure we didn't miss anything. No BINGOs in sight. My brother decides to go to bed because now it's 2am -- how the hell did he stay up so late? I swear he's turning into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I only have one ticket left. I feel bad because I'm thinking about how $20 was spent on these tickets &amp;amp; I'd much rather have the $20 + the hour &amp;amp; a half I've dedicated to scratching these damn cards. Then BAM, I have a four corners! BAM, I have another four corners! BAM, I have a line! All on the same ticket! Hey, it's only $25 ... but that's $5 more than they spent on the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this entry isn't really about winning $25 on one lottery ticket. No, this is about the day I spent in wonderful company. I know it's cheesy, but I really did win the lottery when it comes to my family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there were people from my mom's side of the family, people from my dad's side of the family, people from my mom's boyfriend's family, &amp;amp; my made family -- my friends. I was sadly lacking my best friend who now lives across the country, but we talked on the phone on Friday, my actual birthday. The day was spent in truly wonderful company, from my sort of niece &amp;amp; her mom being the first to arrive -- meaning I got to spend time playing with her before anyone else showed up -- to ending the night by reading a pop-up graphic novel version of Moby Dick with some of the friends I made the semester we were in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have these people in my life. My family is always willing to lend their support, their material goods even when they are lacking themselves, their hand when we need it -- like helping paint various rooms in our house &amp;amp; rip up carpeting. And they always bring smiles &amp;amp; laughs when we have something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are the same too &amp;amp; it amazes me. I've known my best friend since elementary school, but other than that I've drifted away from the friends I had in high school. The friends I made in college though, it was clear from the moment I met them that things were different. The quality of these people ... I don't know how to put it into words. I always have an amazing time with them. I always miss them more when they leave than before. I always want more time with them. They know how to make me laugh when I need it. They know how to listen when I need to let something out. They know how to prod me when I need to talk, but I'm keeping it in &amp;amp; it's unhealthy. Sometimes they know me better than I know myself. They love me unconditionally &amp;amp; they chose to be in my life, the same as I've chosen to be in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't close without mentioning some other friends who weren't at my party. Some people might call them internet friends, &amp;amp; yes, I use that term as well when I don't know how else to describe them. Actually, I don't talk about them much with a lot of people in my life. At least not while mention that *shock, gasp* I met them on the internet. But that undescribable high quality as stated above? It totally goes for this group of people as well. Some of them I've *shock, gasp* met in person now, some of them I have plans to meet in person, &amp;amp; some of them I may unfortunately never meet in person. That doesn't change a thing though. These friends, they also love me unconditionally &amp;amp; it amazes me sometimes. Then I think about it &amp;amp; really, how different is it? I have friends who are moving all over the place &amp;amp; I won't be able to see them in person, but we'll still have the same connection. So what difference does it make that I may not have met these friends in person, may not hang out with them &amp;amp; go out to do things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: There is no difference. Well, that's sort of a lie. It means that I'm doubly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may have only won $25 on that lottery ticket, but the people in my life are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm still hopped up on caffeine &amp;amp; I feel like it's impossible to be completely serious while in this state, I give you a summary of this post in MasterCard commercial form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 BINGO Lottery Tickets: $20&lt;br /&gt;20 Thank You Notes: $8.99&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy's Family &amp;amp; Friends: PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-1165623672575097274?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1165623672575097274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-won-lottery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1165623672575097274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/1165623672575097274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-won-lottery.html' title='I Won the Lottery!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2740274054018376556</id><published>2009-06-24T23:41:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:01:42.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #4</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from that insane morning I stayed up to watch the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLyimDf8tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ubp21PiXFFY/s1600-h/HPIM0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLyimDf8tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ubp21PiXFFY/s320/HPIM0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351105983414268626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLy1l59BHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uCDP8Z0nS2c/s1600-h/HPIM0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLy1l59BHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uCDP8Z0nS2c/s320/HPIM0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351106309791745138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLzZ6jnQJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ow2ckI-89sk/s1600-h/HPIM0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLzZ6jnQJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ow2ckI-89sk/s320/HPIM0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351106933810479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLzy5SHytI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R46lIgP1Fu0/s1600-h/HPIM0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLzy5SHytI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R46lIgP1Fu0/s320/HPIM0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351107362965408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0JF_TWfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RJPi6P4-3yE/s1600-h/HPIM0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0JF_TWfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RJPi6P4-3yE/s320/HPIM0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351107744333257202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0iMCr47I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NhJGAGoS-ok/s1600-h/HPIM0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0iMCr47I/AAAAAAAAAGg/NhJGAGoS-ok/s320/HPIM0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351108175454790578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0_VvLARI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ki_wwm4ayrQ/s1600-h/HPIM0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkL0_VvLARI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ki_wwm4ayrQ/s320/HPIM0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351108676273504530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All shot with my HP Photosmart M415.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, check out my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimmy6313/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2740274054018376556?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2740274054018376556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2740274054018376556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2740274054018376556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-4.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #4'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkLyimDf8tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ubp21PiXFFY/s72-c/HPIM0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2881994574451475796</id><published>2009-06-23T15:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:37:01.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>The One Where Kimmy Doesn't Have an Explanation</title><content type='html'>When I don't have any time obligations like school or work (soon, fingers crossed) I tend to be semi-nocturnal. I'm not sure what the draw is, I just prefer to stay up until 4am &amp;amp; then wake up in the afternoon. It's been like that since I was old enough to set my own bedtimes.&lt;br /&gt;So the other day when I was still up at 5am &amp;amp; noticed it was getting light out, I decided I would watch the sun rise &amp;amp; take pictures. I threw on my clogs &amp;amp; went out into the yard.&lt;br /&gt;After the sun rose, I took some pictures in the yard. The birds were chirping &amp;amp; when I looked at the neighbor's fence there was a blue jay perched there.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to preface this with a little story. My dad went by Jay since there are always multiple Josephs in my family. His nickname was Jay Bird, so we've always associated blue jays with him. For me, this has increased since he passed away. Whenever I see one, I always smile &amp;amp; think of my dad. Kind of like it's a way to let me know he's looking down on me or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So, I see this blue jay perched on the fence &amp;amp; think it's appropriate since it's Father's Day weekend. Since I had my camera I snapped a picture of the bird. I watched the blue jay until it flew into the neighbor's yard where I could no longer see it. After waiting a couple minutes to see if it would come back, I moved on to take some more pictures before heading back inside.&lt;br /&gt;I loaded the pictures onto my computer so I could look through them before going to bed. When I got to the blue jay one I stopped, mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;(You'll probably have to click the picture to open the full size image ... it's hard to see what I'm talking about otherwise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkE8i9lew2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E83eSeHinhg/s1600-h/HPIM0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkE8i9lew2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E83eSeHinhg/s400/HPIM0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350624403637846882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was only ONE blue jay outside. So how are there TWO in the picture?!&lt;br /&gt;I spent half an hour looking at the picture. I took a screen shot just in case ... well, just in case I don't know what. But when I looked again after waking up there were still two blue jays in the picture. I checked to see if maybe somehow the camera had played some sort of trick, but it's not like it's a mirror image of the blue jay that I actually saw (which, by the way, is the one on the left).&lt;br /&gt;I have no way to explain this photo. I don't know if there IS some digital camera explanation for this or what. For now, I'm filing this away with another story of a weird coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;One day my mom &amp;amp; I were driving to the store where we passed the mini golf course which has a billboard. They post messages for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc. The board read, "Congratulations Joe and Kim." I thought this was funny because my brother's name is Joe, so I pointed it out to my mom. She said, "I know. When I pointed it out to your brother he said, 'Well, how else is Dad gonna say it?'" I started to tear up &amp;amp; my mom said she had the same reaction. I can't remember when this was, but some sort of accomplishment had just happened for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Sometimes unexplanable things happen, sometimes there are weird coincidences. And soemtimes that's jsut the kind of reminder you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2881994574451475796?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2881994574451475796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-where-kimmy-doesnt-have-explanation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2881994574451475796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2881994574451475796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-where-kimmy-doesnt-have-explanation.html' title='The One Where Kimmy Doesn&apos;t Have an Explanation'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SkE8i9lew2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/E83eSeHinhg/s72-c/HPIM0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-8783633333778977497</id><published>2009-06-17T22:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:00:11.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #3</title><content type='html'>This week's edition of Wordless Wednesday is animal themed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our backyard bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmrvcsutaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HPjNTeJmyBA/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmrvcsutaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HPjNTeJmyBA/s320/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348494864125179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another backyard friend, Chip the chipmunk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmrhLOKvTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u-zXzKfh4n4/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmrhLOKvTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u-zXzKfh4n4/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348494618915421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dolphin Indy who resides at the Clearwater Marine Aquarium in Clearwater, Florida.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmsL6xSlmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a6X3Zf4uQys/s1600-h/Indy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmsL6xSlmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a6X3Zf4uQys/s320/Indy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495353233708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beach crab.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmsXOED4uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VXRjBqklq-4/s1600-h/crab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmsXOED4uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VXRjBqklq-4/s320/crab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495547391271650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bird sanctuary.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmspcP1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Av-VDLu81yM/s1600-h/bird+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmspcP1Z7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Av-VDLu81yM/s320/bird+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495860436395954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sjms3rXwyTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WTTulYLx7jw/s1600-h/bird+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sjms3rXwyTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WTTulYLx7jw/s320/bird+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496105014348082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmtEARqhCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Iz0-XOb3RmY/s1600-h/bird+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmtEARqhCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Iz0-XOb3RmY/s320/bird+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496316784346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Backyard pictures taken with my BlackBerry Curve 8320. Others taken with my HP Photosmart M415&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-8783633333778977497?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8783633333778977497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8783633333778977497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/8783633333778977497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-3.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #3'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjmrvcsutaI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HPjNTeJmyBA/s72-c/024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2113379700444960994</id><published>2009-06-16T23:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:34:06.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protests'/><title type='text'>I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I can protest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjhwGoCsqAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gpiuirJ2TTA/s1600-h/SOA+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjhwGoCsqAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gpiuirJ2TTA/s320/SOA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147816632723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As part of the never-ending project which is cleaning my room, I’ve been finding a lot of old things. Today I found letters from the White House, the Department of State, Senators, Representatives, Laura Bush, Hillary Clinton, and others. (What can I say, being an activist leads to interesting correspondence!) I also found a catalog from the Department of Defense.&lt;br /&gt;The latter needs a bit more explanation. It’s also connected to being an activist, however, it involves more than correspondence. When I was a junior in high school, I made a trip to Georgia with my two Amnesty advisers &amp;amp; two other members of Amnesty. We went to Fort Benning in Columbus, Georgia. Fort Benning is the home of the School of the Americas, or the Western Hemisphere School for Security Cooperation (WHINSEC). The SOA provides training for Latin American soldiers on American soil.&lt;br /&gt;The controversy over the SOA is that some of its graduates have gone on to commit grave human rights abuses. For example, SOA graduates are to blame for the assassination of &lt;a href="http://www.uscatholic.org/culture/social-justice/2009/02/oscar-romero-bishop-poor"&gt;Oscar Romero&lt;/a&gt;. For more information you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.soaw.org/"&gt;SOA Watch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also found a partial journal about the weekend we spent down there. I typed it so that it was a few less sheets of paper to save &amp;amp; I thought it would be nice to put it up here too. There were lots of “add reaction/elaborate” notes – the reflection journal was part of an assignment, but there was so little time to sit down &amp;amp; write while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Georgia Journal&lt;br /&gt;21 November 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plane: This trip has been in the works for several months now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between educational workshops/meetings, movies &amp;amp; stories from the SOA Watch, news articles, &amp;amp; information about the SAO &amp;amp; its graduates the work was snow balling into a big, stressful project. When I first decided to go on his trip I hadn’t expected to do an independent study for it, let alone have deadlines for work I most likely would have done any ways. With deadlines &amp;amp; work accumulating &amp;amp; my stress level rising, I almos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t forgot my reasoning for coming on the trip in the first place. In writing my biography of Oscar Romero I re-fou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd that reasoning. The killing of innocent people who speak out for human rights &amp;amp; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gainst injustices committed by military personnel &amp;amp; government officials/workers. While writing the biography I recalled the movie Romero &amp;amp; the emotions it invoked in me. I began to forget about the stress of deadlines (as well as the school work I would be missing). Then I started to really get excited about the trip. Now that I’m sitting on the plane, flying down to Georgia, I can only imagine what the next few days are going to be like. I can’t wait to demonstrate against the horrible school that teaches torture to Latin Americans, on the ground of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotel: At 5 we’re planning on going to a prisoner of conscience caucus. The POC’s are former prisoners/probationers of the SOA Watch, people who have been involved in past SOA rallies. The next event we plan on attending is a Witness for Peace Gathering. After that we’re going to women’s/men’s gender queer caucuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22 November 2003&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Today we’re going on a tour of Fort Benning. After that we’re going to the rally just outside the Fort. I don’t really know what to expect for the rally. The movies about the SOA &amp;amp;/or weekend are really about the vigil. I’m so excited abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t going! I’m also interested in the tour of the Fort.&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Today was awesome. I was really surprised about the way we were treated at the base. Everyone was so nice, even though they knew why we were there – to hear the other side. I appreciated the fact that the men who spoke to us understood of our opinions. The rally was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sjhwq11uiGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xYDM6IZpZI0/s1600-h/SOA+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Sjhwq11uiGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xYDM6IZpZI0/s320/SOA+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348148438811707490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find it interesting that I wrote about how I thought the people we met with at the SOA were understanding. They were, but in more of a “we know how to put the right spin on things” way. And they certainly put a spin on things, just the same as when the name change happened. On the surface it seems as though things are improving, but behind the scenes they really aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;It was, however, an absolutely amazing experience. I had been to demonstrations before, but nothing on this scale. So many people go for the weekend demonstration every year &amp;amp; that collective is so inspiring. While I was there, I met Sister Helen Prejean for the first time. She’s the nun who wrote the book Dead Man Walking &amp;amp; is depicted in the movie. She also wrote a book called The Death of Innocents. Susan Sarandon, the actress from the movie &amp;amp; an avid activist, was also there. (Martin Sheen is also a huge supporter of SOA Watch.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjhvwkysAtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cLbgzgFzD58/s1600-h/SOA+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjhvwkysAtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cLbgzgFzD58/s320/SOA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348147437803143890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most memorable thing about the weekend was the vigil. There is a huge procession to the entrance of Fort Benning. Usually Fort Benning is open, but they close the gate every year when the protest happens. Most people walk until they get to the fence, where they leave a cross or some remembrance for those who have fallen at the hands of SOA graduate. Some people commit civil disobedience &amp;amp; scale the fence, as the original goal of the procession was to reach the building which houses the SOA.&lt;br /&gt;Although most people do not commit civil disobedience, the weekend certainly makes an impact. The mass amount of protestors cannot be ignored by the SOA, even when they blast music during the rallies &amp;amp; vigil. (Examples: God Bless the USA, Proud to be an American.) It leaves people with a bug to do more as an activist &amp;amp; gives people a chance to network.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that participating in the SOA demonstration has been one of the defining points of my activist career. I hope to make a return trip to Georgia to participate in it again, although I hope that it’s not necessary by the time I’m able to afford the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2113379700444960994?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2113379700444960994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-proud-to-be-american-where-at-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2113379700444960994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2113379700444960994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-proud-to-be-american-where-at-least.html' title='I&apos;m proud to be an American, where at least I know I can protest.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SjhwGoCsqAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gpiuirJ2TTA/s72-c/SOA+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-6152528988160675278</id><published>2009-06-14T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:41:17.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change of thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>A realization I didn't think would come so soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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During kindergarten (Side note: I’m embarrassed to say I JUST learned, via spell check, that I’ve been spelling that wrong … forever. I thought it was GARDEN not garten. WTF?) a lot of playtime was spent with the little kitchen play set in the classroom. Sometimes we were even able to conscript boys to play house with us, making them our husbands. And of course there were dolls involved in playing house, because being mommy was a lot more fun than just making pretend dinners.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even playing with Barbies turned into playing house. Barbie did have a little sister &amp;amp; of course there were the Barbies that came with babies. Then when I had a better idea about pregnancy, that’s when pillows were shoved up my shirts &amp;amp; I “delivered” babies. Somewhere in all of that play, I figured that when I got older I would have a family. Clearly all of us playing house had these expectations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I got older, my expectations changed. I decided that I wanted to adopt children instead of having my own. There are so many children who are given up at birth or orphaned somehow. And not just in third world countries, but here in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; too. I dreamed of adopting a child, taking them in &amp;amp; giving them the love they need &amp;amp; deserve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then my expectations changed yet again. When I was a sophomore in high school I decided that I want to pursue a career in human rights. The more cases I worked on, the more I read about human rights defenders who were put in danger &amp;amp;, in some cases, their families being put in danger. I decided that it was one thing to put my husband through that, someone who could make the choice to be with me knowing that’s what I want to do, but it’s another to bring children into that when they have no say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;And the longer I sat with those thoughts, the more of an aversion I had to motherhood. As much as I love kids, I would get nervous whenever a cousin had a baby &amp;amp; I was asked if I wanted to hold them. Somewhere in my mind, my decision not to have children made me think that me + babies was a bad idea. I wound up getting over that, especially when my mom started dating her boyfriend. He has a granddaughter who was a newborn back then (&amp;amp; a grandson now).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;When the above mentioned grandson was born, I got to hold him just a few weeks after he was born. He was so tiny, so sweet, &amp;amp; had that wonderful baby smell. After they left that day, the baby smell lingered &amp;amp; I found myself wishing that he was still there. I started having a biological response to holding a baby, one that left me with a certain longing I had never felt before. I was conflicted because this feeling was so different than the decision I had made not to have kids. I knew that my body was saying I want to eventually have kids, but my mind was still in the same place it had been before holding him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now … well, now I’m admitting that things have changed. I’m admitting that I DO want to have kids some day. What brought this revelation about? Recently I met up with “someone” who I have feelings for. While we were out, there were some kids. I was just hit with this desire to have a family. So, there you have the reason for this drastic change. The knowledge that making a family with someone you love, that seems like the most amazing thing in the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Soooooooooo, there you have it. And now? Now that my mind has caught up with the biology? I’m going insane! I got together with one of my friends &amp;amp; we talked babies. One of the mommy bloggers I read just had a baby yesterday. One of my cousins just had a baby this week. The books I’ve been reading have to do with kids. And today I saw the above mentioned baby who brought out this biological response. (He. Is. So. Damn. Adorable!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;This realization is so intense that I can feel it, feel the desire coursing through me. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve finally admitted it or if it has more to do with that “someone”, but it’s true all the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seriously, this has gotten so out of hand that I’m even coming around to the idea of PHYSICALLY HAVING A BABY. Something that has never, ever appealed to me. I have a huge aversion to pain &amp;amp; the more I hear/read about pregnancy &amp;amp; childbirth &amp;amp; afterward? NO THANK YOU! Yet, for some reason … it’s becoming appealing. Please, someone commit me for my own good! I still want to adopt, so now I’m all “Oh, I can adopt AND give birth!” I don’t know who this person is. However, I do know that now whenever I’m told that I’m going to be a good mother I won’t have to shock people by telling them I don’t want kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the back of my head I figured that I would change my mind. I just didn’t expect it to happen this soon. Not at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Medium&amp;quot;;"&gt;My question is, when did you know that you want/wanted to be a mom or dad? Did you go through a similar limbo between options, or did you know all along?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-6152528988160675278?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6152528988160675278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/realization-i-didnt-think-would-come-so.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6152528988160675278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/6152528988160675278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/realization-i-didnt-think-would-come-so.html' title='A realization I didn&apos;t think would come so soon.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-133176238373677638</id><published>2009-06-10T14:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:38:19.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #2</title><content type='html'>Continuing with the nostalgia I've been feeling so much lately, here are some more shots from London:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_7HXNwE3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/C1e7CpV8D8A/s1600-h/London+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_7HXNwE3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/C1e7CpV8D8A/s320/London+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345767386621416306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_7iK950XI/AAAAAAAAADY/HiCjBphIAX8/s1600-h/London+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_7iK950XI/AAAAAAAAADY/HiCjBphIAX8/s320/London+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345767847190188402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_716o0AFI/AAAAAAAAADg/4SlelugrPh4/s1600-h/London+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_716o0AFI/AAAAAAAAADg/4SlelugrPh4/s320/London+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345768186404143186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8TRFk9bI/AAAAAAAAADo/H3A89Cs1v7U/s1600-h/London+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8TRFk9bI/AAAAAAAAADo/H3A89Cs1v7U/s320/London+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345768690646578610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8ej3t1CI/AAAAAAAAADw/HUK10q62e1I/s1600-h/London+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8ej3t1CI/AAAAAAAAADw/HUK10q62e1I/s320/London+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345768884667274274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8z1NgtOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IiMb5DgpAmI/s1600-h/London+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_8z1NgtOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IiMb5DgpAmI/s320/London+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345769250099344610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_9B11Om2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wST7eh57YJ4/s1600-h/London+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_9B11Om2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wST7eh57YJ4/s320/London+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345769490784099170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_9P2WvLvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YQk3v24zooI/s1600-h/London+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_9P2WvLvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YQk3v24zooI/s320/London+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345769731442814706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All shot with my crappy HP Photosmart M415.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-133176238373677638?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/133176238373677638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/133176238373677638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/133176238373677638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-2.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #2'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/Si_7HXNwE3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/C1e7CpV8D8A/s72-c/London+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-7025303418631330029</id><published>2009-06-09T23:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:12:36.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Do you remember when we used to sing ...</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you’re reminded of something &amp; then next thing you know it’s everywhere? Well, that’s been happening with me a lot lately. First it was with, well, one person from my past. I had a dream about him &amp; then there were nearly constant reminders of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s someone else from my past. To be more specific, it’s my dad. I wasn’t intending to blog about my dad until Father’s Day, but then the reminders started. Granted, with Father’s Day just around the corner it’s easy enough. Every year around this time I think about my dad, along with the beginning of May which marks the anniversary of his death &amp; his birthday, just a day later. Then there’s Christmas &amp; various other occasions where he’s noticeably absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because this year is particularly hard. I graduated from college, the second time I’ve graduated since he passed away. And then one of my cousins on my dad’s side of the family got married. My dad’s side of the family is huge, so we’ve had a lot of weddings. This is the first one since he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were comments about how my brother looks exactly like my dad, something I had only discovered that week when I found an old picture of my dad growing up. The table of all my aunts &amp; uncles was missing someone. But the hardest part had to be when they played Brown Eyed Girl. It’s a standard song played at wedding receptions, at least for my family, &amp; it’s the song that my dad &amp; I always danced to. It stung a little more when one of my aunts came over to tell one of my cousins, “this is our song for you” &amp; she replied, “you don’t want me to dance with you, do you??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been four years &amp; one month since my dad passed away. We had just seen him the day before to celebrate his birthday. I knew he wasn’t feeling great, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The next night when there was a knock on the door I knew something wasn’t right. My mom &amp; brother had already gone to bed, so I went &amp; answered the door. One of my aunts, one of my mom’s sisters, was at the door &amp; it was clear that she had been crying. I let her in &amp; woke my mom up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I milled around in my room for a few minutes, waiting to let my aunt talk to my mom. I knew someone had died, that was the only explanation for her to come so late. I figured it was my grandpa. When I went downstairs my other aunt was there. As I came into the kitchen my mom turned &amp; told me that it was my dad. I started crying immediately, but still couldn’t process it. I remember asking “what?” before stumbling into my mom’s arms to sob. One of my aunts asked if we should wake my brother up &amp; the other said no, but I said we should because if I were asleep I would want to be woken up instead of waiting until the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t really want this to be about how hard I took things. My point is, this is normally the time when I’m reminded of my dad, but it’s been amplified this time around. I said that I had found a picture of my dad when he was growing up. I had been going through everything in the eves to make room for all my dorm stuff. I found my photo album from the first five years of my life, which included some pictures of both of my parents when they were kids. I also found a journal that my mom kept while she was pregnant with me, plus some letters written by family members when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain what it’s like to find something you had never seen from someone who’s passed away. Soon after it happened, I was given my dad’s Bible. Stuck in between the pages was a note to call me on my 13th birthday. I don’t remember how much I cried after finding that, so you can imagine finding an actual letter from him was even more. However, in the past few years I’ve made some progress &amp; have learned to take joy in hearing stories about my dad, seeing pictures, &amp; that sort of thing. I still get emotional (because let’s face it, I’m an extremely emotional person), but now I can do more than just cry sad tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to say how I’ll react to the increase in ads for Father’s Day. Sometimes there’s a disconnect between markers &amp; when they actually hit me. All I can hope is that I manage to dwell more on the positive memories than just the loss. Four years later, I’m dealing with things better, but sometimes there are moments when the wounds seem fresh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad battled with kidney failure for eleven years, one year longer than his doctor gave him. In case you’re looking for a new charity to take on, maybe you know a dad who prefers donations made in his name, consider the &lt;a href="http://www.kidney.org/"&gt;National Kidney Foundation&lt;/a&gt;. You can also follow NKF on Twitter @nkf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-7025303418631330029?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7025303418631330029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-when-we-used-to-sing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7025303418631330029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/7025303418631330029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-remember-when-we-used-to-sing.html' title='Do you remember when we used to sing ...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2125924017581272108</id><published>2009-06-07T19:53:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:15:31.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A thousand words or more</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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She wants to put it up for sale by the end of the month, so she’s been making change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;to make it more desirable. First was the upstairs bathroom (which looks incredible!). Next was t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;he kitchen, which just needs to be wallpapered now that we picked something out. The downstairs bathroom also has to be redone. Those are the major renovations; there are also minor thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yesterday &amp;amp; today my mom &amp;amp; one of my aunts painted the living room. That one change has made a HUGE difference! Before there was gray primer up (don’t even get me started on how much I hated that) &amp;amp; now there’s a nice light beige up. It makes the r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;oom look so much bigger &amp;amp; makes the carpet stand out mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;e. We have a kick ass carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;et that I p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;icked out, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now that the walls have been painted, we started talking about hanging things up. Tons of pictures were taken down to put up the paint &amp;amp; my mom wants to put things up so it doesn’t look bare, but she wants impersonal shots. No people, nothing recognizable. So she asked me to go through my pictures, see if I have any landscapes from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;sort of thing. I started going through everything &amp;amp; was hit hard with nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;After I graduated from high school, I went on my first vacation witho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ut my family. My best friend Jared &amp;amp; I went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. We flew into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mexico City&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;, &amp;amp; then went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taxco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, a silver mining city in the mountains. We stayed in Pie de la Cuesta for a night &amp;amp; enjoyed the beach a town away from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Acapulco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Then we went back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to explore the city &amp;amp; visit some pyramids. It was a wonderful vacation spent with great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTLaW5O5I/AAAAAAAAABw/GUXv1E079JY/s1600-h/Taxco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTLaW5O5I/AAAAAAAAABw/GUXv1E079JY/s320/Taxco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344738313300949906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTiPKuY_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KQvmcaqwoPw/s1600-h/Pie+de+la+Cuesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTiPKuY_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KQvmcaqwoPw/s320/Pie+de+la+Cuesta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344738705434108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTz4JAyMI/AAAAAAAAACA/_ANeOmr_X3E/s1600-h/ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTz4JAyMI/AAAAAAAAACA/_ANeOmr_X3E/s320/ruins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739008490555586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The semester I spent in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the two most beautiful places I visited were Greenwich &amp;amp; Notting Hill. Both the day I went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Greenwich&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &amp;amp; the day I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;went to Notting Hill were gorgeous days. I did both by myself &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; enjoyed taking in the scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixUCtUZV9I/AAAAAAAAACI/vLYktXU4BMI/s1600-h/fav+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixUCtUZV9I/AAAAAAAAACI/vLYktXU4BMI/s320/fav+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739263283550162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixUuJ1xOnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5jeDsUdY3jo/s1600-h/Notting+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixUuJ1xOnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5jeDsUdY3jo/s320/Notting+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740009674095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The first trip I made while I was abroad was to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for a weekend with a friend. We tried to pack a lot into the trip &amp;amp; it was a lot of fun. It was so nice to be somewhere in February with warm weather! One of my favorite places was the old catedral which was right across from the hostel we stayed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixU-T9r9JI/AAAAAAAAACY/vrGkw_zYjRA/s1600-h/stained+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixU-T9r9JI/AAAAAAAAACY/vrGkw_zYjRA/s320/stained+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740287269565586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixVQWBL8sI/AAAAAAAAACg/TN2rTzdE1fQ/s1600-h/catedral+swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixVQWBL8sI/AAAAAAAAACg/TN2rTzdE1fQ/s320/catedral+swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740597058761410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;One of my absolute favorite parts of that semester was going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a week with my friend Elizabeth. It was the best vacation &amp;amp; being in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for Easter was just amazing. Despite the debacle that it wound up being (very short version: Paddywagon sucks &amp;amp; will strand you in Limerick if you’re a minute late getting back to the bus, even when they know you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;n’t got back on … because you refused to flirt with the tour guide) the tour we did of the Cliffs of Moher &amp;amp; other seaside towns, like Burren, was stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixVpcg76rI/AAAAAAAAACo/921t7abfgeY/s1600-h/Cliffs+of+Moher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixVpcg76rI/AAAAAAAAACo/921t7abfgeY/s320/Cliffs+of+Moher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344741028299270834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixWGE3IHuI/AAAAAAAAACw/j5ROw4WJ7mc/s1600-h/Burren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixWGE3IHuI/AAAAAAAAACw/j5ROw4WJ7mc/s320/Burren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344741520166100706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I wound up with some money in my pocket toward the end of my stay, so I decided to go ahead &amp;amp; make the best of it. One of the things I did was a day trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Once again I had gorgeous weather, including a gorgeous blue sky as the perfect backdrop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixWgtjMcsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VPnBk67Gx6Q/s1600-h/Wales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixWgtjMcsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VPnBk67Gx6Q/s320/Wales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344741977764950722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I thought since I took an unexpected trip down memory lane, I would share some of my favorite shots from these trips. I don’t have a very good camera – it’s extremely difficult &amp;amp; decides it doesn’t want to take pictures sometimes – but I realized that I have got some great shots with it. Crappy camera, I don’t hate you quite as much now. Don’t get all cocky though, I’m still hoping you get replaced in a few weeks when my birthday comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixXLTNvb8I/AAAAAAAAADA/ypJ7C0ftIvk/s1600-h/park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixXLTNvb8I/AAAAAAAAADA/ypJ7C0ftIvk/s320/park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742709430022082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixXrAUuh6I/AAAAAAAAADI/6FrY1zm0fKU/s1600-h/St.+S+Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixXrAUuh6I/AAAAAAAAADI/6FrY1zm0fKU/s320/St.+S+Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743254114863010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2125924017581272108?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2125924017581272108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/thousand-words-or-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2125924017581272108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2125924017581272108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/thousand-words-or-more.html' title='A thousand words or more'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SixTLaW5O5I/AAAAAAAAABw/GUXv1E079JY/s72-c/Taxco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-3815320473430845734</id><published>2009-06-06T19:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:16:57.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Captain von Trapp does not approve</title><content type='html'>Oh hai, welcome to me blogging on not enough sleep &amp; too much caffeine. I would say I might regret writing in this insane state, but that would probably be a lie. I think my Twitter history will attest to that … I gotz pride, but I’m not ashamed of the fact that I talk like a LOLcat when I’m exhausted &amp;/or caffeinated. And let’s face it, the two go together most of the time. (Alright, fine, I talk like a LOLcat a lot, but seriously … have you seen &lt;a href="www.icanhazcheezburger.com"&gt;LOLcatz&lt;/a&gt;? HIL-AR-I-OUS! I also direct you to a new favorite, &lt;a href="www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com"&gt;Awkward Family Photos&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of LOLz &amp; awkward, I give you the story behind this title. In full it's actually "Captain von Trapp does not approve, he blows his whistle at you angrily!" but I thought that was just too long. It pretty much sums up my mood at the moment ... random &amp; more random. I may have said this to my friend Marisa earlier when she brought up pregnant sex in regards to (have you not clicked the links yet?!) the most recent Awkward Family Photo. I made her LOL so hard she cried. I consider this a huge victory. Erm, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I could tell you about my lack of sleep or immense consumption of caffeine, I would much rather talk about two things I love more than sleep &amp; caffeine. BOOKS &amp; TV SHOWS! Let’s start with books, since that addiction formed first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve won awards for the record number of books I’ve read. I’m not kidding. I don’t care that my elementary school wasn’t the only one who had those Olympic reading contests; I still smoked the competition. Point being, I love me some books, so much that I don’t consider being able to get through a few books in a semester reading. To me reading is what I do in the summer … go through them like crazy. My summer reading counts are easily in the 75-100 range. (I was sorely disappointed last year when my old laptop crapped out &amp; I lost my book list. This year I’m not taking any chances with my shiny new laptop &amp; I’m making a duplicate list to keep elsewhere.) I looove when I’m finally able to read a book, or simultaneous books, and not have it take me a month &amp; a half. I love not having to add titles to a list that I won’t be able to get to until the semester ends when someone suggests a book. Granted there is still a list, it’s just a lot more accessible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started a &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/kimmy6313"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt; account, so as I remember what I’ve read you can see what my taste in books is like. To give you an idea though, there are two genres that I’m big on – crime &amp; romance. If they’re combined? Perfect! Example: the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. A Jersey girl who’s a terrible bounty hunter with multiple love interests, it brings the crime, the romance, AND the funny. Plus I’m a huge fan of book series. Some of my other favorites include the Temperance Brennan series by Kathy Reichs &amp; the Women’s Murder Club series by James Patterson. For romance, Nicholas Sparks is my man. I also love reading non-fiction books … which tend to be in the crime theme. It’s no surprise when someone sees me toting around a book about forensic anthropology or any book you would find in the “true crime” section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste in TV tends to reflect those same genres, but with a bit of a different story. I only allow myself to watch a few shows since the seasons run during the school year, but I make a point of keeping up with them. Well, for the most part. I haven’t seen an episode of Grey’s Anatomy since … February or March? I’m not sure. Just don’t spoil me! “My” shows are Bones, Law &amp; Order: Special Victims Unit, &amp; Grey’s Anatomy. I might limit myself to what I watch during the regular season, but during the summer I try to make up for it. This will be the third summer that I watch a series (well, probably two this time) in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first series was Alias, and then last year it was SVU. I prefer to keep it to finished series, but I made an exception last summer since I got hooked at the end of the season &amp; decided I was making it a must-watch show. This summer I’m working on Veronica Mars. (Two seasons down, one to go!) I’m not sure what it’ll be after that. Much like my list of books I want to read/that have been recommended, I have one for TV shows too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part is that now I DON’T HAVE TO LIMIT BOOKS &amp; TV TO THE SUMMER! I know that I won’t have as much free time once I land a job I won’t have as much free time, but I also won’t have tons of homework to do. Who’s excited?! I know I am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote one of my favorite TV interviews ever (yes, I sadly have a favorite TV interview): I don’t know where we’ve gone … I’m sort of like, I don’t know what happened, but I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going to pass out or finish cleaning my room … it depends on which wins out, the over-tired or the over-caffeinated. Who’s taking bets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-3815320473430845734?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3815320473430845734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/captain-von-trapp-does-not-approve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3815320473430845734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/3815320473430845734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/captain-von-trapp-does-not-approve.html' title='Captain von Trapp does not approve'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-5700832094919969050</id><published>2009-06-03T20:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:06:44.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicXrj8WCLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PSp9Pj2TCgs/s1600-h/HPIM0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicXrj8WCLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PSp9Pj2TCgs/s320/HPIM0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343265520048539826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rose from the Sociology Department -- April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicYGP-YXUI/AAAAAAAAABA/INUEn8nOdik/s1600-h/HPIM0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicYGP-YXUI/AAAAAAAAABA/INUEn8nOdik/s320/HPIM0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343265978544840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicYaiHa4xI/AAAAAAAAABI/1hC-CZllz1Y/s1600-h/HPIM0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicYaiHa4xI/AAAAAAAAABI/1hC-CZllz1Y/s320/HPIM0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343266327011975954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flowers on campus -- May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicZOH8anVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_bsMAuwVx18/s1600-h/HPIM0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicZOH8anVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_bsMAuwVx18/s320/HPIM0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267213339696466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two bouquets of roses for graduation -- May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-5700832094919969050?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5700832094919969050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5700832094919969050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/5700832094919969050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday-1.html' title='Wordless Wednesday #1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SicXrj8WCLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PSp9Pj2TCgs/s72-c/HPIM0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-998158493950197469</id><published>2009-06-02T14:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:13:08.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape crisis center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociology'/><title type='text'>Mommy, wow! I'm a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKimmy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Georgia; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First of all, can we talk about how proud I am that I made a masthead? I mean, just look at it! I made that all by myself. Okay, I had to seek advice from my GIMP guru friend Concep, who rocks. The background image is from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.textureking.com"&gt;Texture King&lt;/a&gt;, which I found while looking through mastheads created by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.emlocke.com/"&gt;EmLocke&lt;/a&gt;. So, I had a little help from my friends. (I had to say it.) But for real, I made that! I think it’s decent for my first attempt, especially after fighting with GIMP for so long. At the moment I plan on making a new masthead every month, but we’ll see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In other news, have I mentioned that I am the proud owner of a college degree? That’s right, I have a B.A. in sociology. What am I going to do with a degree in sociology, you may ask. You wouldn’t be the first to ask that question. And the answer is … debatable. Honestly, there are lots of things you can do with a B.A. in sociology, especially depending on what you study. For example, I took classes relating to criminology which would be useful if I worked with rehabilitated prisoners. Sociology is the study of society, so the general concepts can be applied in every area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now that I’ve given you a little spiel about the merits of sociology, what do I actually want to do with my degree? If the perfect job were to fall into my lap, I would be working with a human rights organization in a city (NYC comes to mind), but I would be traveling to other countries to investigate human rights violations. I would be working with refugees &amp;amp; people seeking asylum. I would be helping survivors of trauma, such as rape &amp;amp; torture. Basically, I would be doing a little bit of everything I’ve had experience in so far. (Well, I haven’t had experience with the traveling to other countries/investigating violations … yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’ve had wonderful opportunities in the past seven years to work with great organizations &amp;amp; get experience in the areas that interest me. I first got involved with Amnesty International as a member &amp;amp; very soon after leader of a student group. Then I started volunteering with the organization on a state-wide level and then on a regional level. I served in two different positions, one was working with other student groups &amp;amp; the other was acting as the point-person on an individual case. I learned a lot about the inner workings of an organization &amp;amp; honed my skills as an activist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last year my primary purpose in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was an internship. I was placed at a wonderful organization which worked on HIV &amp;amp; AIDS policy. As a member of the policy team, I researched how the destitution of asylum seekers affects HIV &amp;amp; AIDS – how positive asylum seekers are put at more of a risk without the right to work &amp;amp; with poor housing conditions, as well as how the lack of those things can put negative asylum seekers at more of a risk to become positive. I learned even more about the workings of an organization since I was right in the middle of everything. I had a more hands-on experience &amp;amp; although I was only there for four months, I did a lot since I was there on a full-time schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My most recent experience has been becoming a rape crisis counselor. I went through a 50-hour training throughout the fall &amp;amp; became certified in December. I started working on the hotline (three 6-hour shifts a month) in January. I’m also interested in training to become a legal advocate for survivors of sexual assault. More so than any of my other experiences, my training at the rape crisis center constantly reminded me of sociology classes. Societal beliefs are at the core of sexual assault, so this connection should come as no surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, I see my education through the sociology department as an addition to &amp;amp; extension of my education through these experiences. I feel that I learned more by studying society than through studying international relations. (While I did walk away with valuable lessons from my minor, I struggled with ideas of diplomatic bullshit viewed to be more important than elemental human rights.) Wait, did I cycle back to the merits of sociology? I’m only a little in love with the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know for sure where my degree will take me &amp;amp; I don’t know when I’ll be able to land the type of job that I want. What I do know is that just as I fell into the right place at the right time when I first joined Amnesty International, I’ll find myself in the right place at the right time sooner or later in the job market. The thought of being a real person with a real job in the real world is terrifying, but I’m happy to have the opportunity to experience and learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-998158493950197469?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/998158493950197469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-wow-im-big-kid-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/998158493950197469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/998158493950197469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-wow-im-big-kid-now.html' title='Mommy, wow! I&apos;m a big kid now!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698623612169411390.post-2988410340301608525</id><published>2009-06-01T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:52:57.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>This isn't my first time ...</title><content type='html'>I'm notoriously bad at blogging. During middle &amp;amp; high school I had various short-lived affairs with online journals. Things would start off hot &amp;amp; heavy, but then they'd fizzle out. Last year when I spent a semester in London, I kept a blog to update my family and friends. Easier said than done! C'mon, I was gallivanting around a new country, more than enough of an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I love writing. I'm hoping that plus my new found free time (they don't tell you a job isn't guaranteed once you have that college degree) will make things different this time around. I have a bit more motivation now that I'm regularly reading other blogs. I'm not ashamed to say that I love mommy blogs, even though I get weird looks from some of my friends when I say so. They're endearing, hilarious, and well-written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm addicted to Twitter*. It's fun, but I can get wordy and those 140 characters just aren't enough sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should include a little info on myself, other than my terrible blogging past ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kimmy. I'm 21 (22 on the 26th) &amp;amp; I just graduated from college. I majored in sociology, minored in international relations. I'm currently unemployed &amp;amp; looking for a job, preferably in the human rights or social services field. I've been volunteering with Amnesty International for 7 or so years &amp;amp; I'm a rape crisis counselor. I have an intense relationship with TV, especially Bones &amp;amp; SVU. I'm a book worm &amp;amp; have the baby pictures to prove that I always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this blog is going to go, but I'm interested to see and maybe you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can find me on Twitter @Kimmy6313&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698623612169411390-2988410340301608525?l=withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2988410340301608525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-isnt-my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2988410340301608525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4698623612169411390/posts/default/2988410340301608525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withasideofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-isnt-my-first-time.html' title='This isn&apos;t my first time ...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03700825010010598321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lh63G55Djw/SnEwgNJsASI/AAAAAAAAANo/5-159J5r_Uk/S220/Tweetglasses.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
