<?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-7753361516162458696</id><updated>2011-08-14T11:17:38.158-07:00</updated><category term='the way i see my bedroom'/><title type='text'>what kind of day has it been?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-7868213953889201257</id><published>2010-11-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:20:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan</title><content type='html'>Hello friends!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been too long! I have done so much this summer and have not shared anything with you through this medium. I will at the very least share two of the best days! And I will share the most recent one first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't figured out what it's about I shall think you a simpleton!(that was a poorly quoted line from P&amp;amp;P, I will do that sometimes, and I apologize) My wonderful friend Audrey got tickets to see Conan! I was very excited, because I was able to see him host the tonight show and I wanted to continue the tradition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Audrey's tradition to make shirts, which she does very well, to prove our fanaticism. And this time she sent me a picture the night before the show with the message &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish I had time to make this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.193427736.jpg" alt="Ex-Talk Show Host Beard" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61983166/ex-talk-show-host-beard"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/61983166/ex-talk-show-host-beard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I had enough time to make it too was my thought as I went to bed. When I woke up early(thanks daylight savings) I grabbed my orange yarn and thread, and the only felt I had and took them with me in my crochet bag just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get to Audrey's, she presents me with this! I still can't believe she made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs935.snc4/74861_1723024959872_1365798170_31812046_2035803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we drove up to Burbank we waited in line for about a minute(not exaggerating) and then the wonderful people at Conan wrote down our place in line and then sent us on our way until show time! How cool is that? It saved us from waiting around for 3 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with our new found time we drove to the park and had an impromptu picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs942.snc4/73514_1724917327180_1365798170_31816524_2428062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ate, talked, and waited.  We had about and hour an a half before we had to be back. Audrey wanted to wear the beard and we figured that we had enough time to make a quick replica, but nothing quite as nice as the original! It took that whole time to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs564.ash2/148686_1725490981521_1365798170_31817450_6927064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part of the whole thing was tracing Audrey's face to make sure the beard would fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you know by now, mostly because only 5 people read this blog and I have told you all about it already, why the majority of this story is about me half-assing a beard. But doesn't everybody love reading a explanation? It's like the Simarillion! I just made this post more entertaining by association!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Audrey wears the beard the entire day! All the pages and people involved with the show are amused with beard, which in turn makes us more amused with the beard, if that were possible. Have you ever had those moments where you are lost in a vicious laughing circle.  Something (for example, beard) makes you laugh, then the laughing makes you laugh, and it just continues until you forget why you started laughing but then you look up and your Asian friend is wearing a red beard and you start the cycle all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order to get to the taping we had to walk through the WB lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some other shows were being taped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to see two of the actors from big bang theory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Helberg" title="Simon Helberg" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Simon Helberg&lt;/a&gt;, also from dr. horrible fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b6/Simon_Helberg.png/220px-Simon_Helberg.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunal_Nayyar" title="Kunal Nayyar" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Kunal Nayyar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/48/Kunal_Nayyar_2.jpg/220px-Kunal_Nayyar_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This on a different day, would have been my highlight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finally get to the stage where Conan is tapped and are ushered to our seats.  The front of the stage is calling to us, and as the page walks us closer and closer to the front, we really started to hope again like we had never let ourselves hope before (yet another really bad attempt to weave Colin Firth into my life!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we get sat in the front row, we try to devise a plan of attack, some might call it a hug-attack! We presumed that Conan would see hairy face Audrey and be drawn to her. He wouldn't be able to resist her, and that would be our prime opportunity! *spoiler* (we all failed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy points out "the bearded lady" to Conan and then Coco walks over to Audrey, asks if her beard comes off, and then proceeds to put it on! I am ecstatic because Conan is physically wearing something I made.  I am so lucky (I know he hugged and kissed Audrey and this really isn't about me, but there is something really gratifying about someone being amused by something you've done, especially when that person is on tv!) Also don't get me wrong, I know that it was not my original idea to create the beard, or even make it that day, but I was lucky enough to be the one to do it! And I am so grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs593.ash2/154502_1639569581418_1002127185_31786653_2806520_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Audrey next to Conan both wearing the beard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs595.ash2/154763_1639570861450_1002127185_31786658_2812869_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's all of us on tv!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-7868213953889201257?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7868213953889201257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/conan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/7868213953889201257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/7868213953889201257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/11/conan.html' title='Conan'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-7385691957783808141</id><published>2010-04-27T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:28:14.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of your time</title><content type='html'>I was shopping with my cousin to buy a bridesmaid dress for her wedding at Windsor at the block. Most of that isn't relevant, but I'm just painting a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm grabbing dresses off the rack an employee asks if I'd like her to start a dressing room for me. I comply and continue searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, we'll call her pixley, approached me again to take the newly acquired dresses. I told her I was ready to try on the dresses. In an attempt to be personable she started a conversation that went a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixley- what are you shopping for?&lt;br /&gt;Me- a bridesmaid dress.&lt;br /&gt;P- are you getting married?&lt;br /&gt;M- no she (as I point to my cousin) is.&lt;br /&gt;P- (toward my cousin) are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me interject here and point out what is obvious to everyone, wait... no, you can figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- (doesn't wait for a response) I mean has it hit you yet? Because I am turing 21 next week and it like hasn't really hit me yet, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves and let's us try on our clothes in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find the perfect dress but I need it in a bigger size so we ask our dear pixley if they have it at a different store. She looks it up and informs us that there is one in the store. She pauses for a second and realizes that it's the one on the mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- do you want the dress on the mannequin?&lt;br /&gt;M- yes that's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;P-(after she takes the mannequin down and removes the dress) hold on, let me put the sensor on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is putting on a sensor so I don't steal it? I guess I understand, but I've made it pretty clear that I am going to purchase this dress.&lt;br /&gt;Since she went to the trouble of putting the sensor on the dress I tried it on again.   It fit great and I just had to buy it. &lt;br /&gt;Walking up to the checkout counter I overheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-(to her co-workers) I heard cochella was legit&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;P- yeah my sorority sister totally went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't so much overhear it, as I was forced to hear it when pixley decided to have a one-sided conversation with her co-workers rather than ring up the customer right in front of her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must thank pixley, if that is her real name. Without her I would not have this wonderful story that has overshadowed the story of buying the dress for my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-7385691957783808141?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7385691957783808141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-of-your-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/7385691957783808141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/7385691957783808141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/04/moment-of-your-time.html' title='A moment of your time'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-6785066191847324205</id><published>2010-02-27T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:16:49.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the challenge</title><content type='html'>Here is the sandwich bag full of smarties I have to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/S4mkQ_ROCxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yaHKDtX7Gog/s1600-h/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/S4mkQ_ROCxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yaHKDtX7Gog/s320/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443062236422474514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric asked how much it would cost him to see someone eat these beautiful pieces of candy. I shrugged and said $5, Shawna laughed and said it would be more like $50.  It didn't quite seem like a real request at first, but I guess he wasn't expecting me to offer such a low number. &lt;div&gt;I am going to take a picture of the bag each hour and see just how long it takes me.  Hopefully this doesn't ruin my dinner, or keep me up all night because of the sugar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side bets are also allowed, like how long will it take me to eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smartie&lt;/span&gt; after this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endeavor or will I need to make an emergency run to the dentist because my teeth are rotting?&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/7753361516162458696-6785066191847324205?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6785066191847324205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/02/challenge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/6785066191847324205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/6785066191847324205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/02/challenge.html' title='the challenge'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/S4mkQ_ROCxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yaHKDtX7Gog/s72-c/IMG_0126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-5790077091150453853</id><published>2010-01-19T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:44:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on the ground</title><content type='html'>I know there is a tornado warning, and I know that the weather is a little more crazy than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does this give everyone the green light to go insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not mad. Their behavior is so entertaining I don't necessarily want it to stop. I just don't understand the panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone explain it to me? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-5790077091150453853?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5790077091150453853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5790077091150453853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5790077091150453853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants on the ground'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-5088567237247861210</id><published>2010-01-08T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:10:34.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp hint of new tears</title><content type='html'>You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong. &lt;br /&gt;You're owning up to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're not going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-5088567237247861210?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5088567237247861210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/sharp-hint-of-new-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5088567237247861210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5088567237247861210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2010/01/sharp-hint-of-new-tears.html' title='Sharp hint of new tears'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-56266772054264533</id><published>2010-01-06T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:19:45.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change will do us good</title><content type='html'>Now we're saying aloud the things we've declared in our silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-56266772054264533?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-4091617883800756934</id><published>2009-08-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:39:53.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby alert!</title><content type='html'>buster sighting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bja spotted heading home to get her fix of madmen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpS7mTYWyAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/p0JVWrMnQ8k/s1600-h/Picture+001.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpS7mTYWyAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/p0JVWrMnQ8k/s320/Picture+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126522071697410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the buster bump is starting to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what tv shows do you think you'll be craving while your baby home is occupied?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-4091617883800756934?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4091617883800756934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/4091617883800756934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/4091617883800756934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-alert.html' title='Baby alert!'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpS7mTYWyAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/p0JVWrMnQ8k/s72-c/Picture+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-8909434945972897467</id><published>2009-08-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:12:27.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Photo challenge #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me explain this to the one person not involved that might stumble upon my blog. Some of my friends and I are addicted to google sharing. This has given us (or just me) unrealistic expectations of our creativity and abilities. Someone thought it would be a good excercise to have a prompt which would be the catalyst for us to blog more consistently. (This is actually the reason I started a blog in the first place, and I am a sucker for any kind of game). So all of my previous blog posts were in direct response to the first prompt&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Challenge Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The Way I See It....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rules: 6 pictures within 7 days, of life through your eyes. Post on your blog and google share the link, or send to me and I will post and share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Start: June 6th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;End: June 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the second challenge has come and gone and I didn't do anything for it, so this is my make-up assignment, enjoy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theme: Favorite Things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Goal: Post 6 pictures of your favorite things, places, people etc. on your blog and then share them on Reader, if you aren’t on reader I’ll share them for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Start Date: July 9th, 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; End Date: July 23rd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the things I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR7H9Yj-RI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KEWy6FmxdB8/s1600-h/slove.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR7H9Yj-RI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KEWy6FmxdB8/s320/slove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374055632026728722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnv_mHJfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vq11gh9Fe0Y/s1600-h/sIMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnv_mHJfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vq11gh9Fe0Y/s320/sIMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374104698326820338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnvZMmEnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/01Z5fTx-B8M/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnvZMmEnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/01Z5fTx-B8M/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374104688019247730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnvGVRRuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/otRJWiiROCw/s1600-h/shalloween197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSnvGVRRuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/otRJWiiROCw/s320/shalloween197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374104682955359970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-cSyKOYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/klFxCVLqqCk/s1600-h/s100_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-cSyKOYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/klFxCVLqqCk/s320/s100_1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059279903504770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-WARCYRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/mx3cU9YgeSA/s1600-h/skita+library.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-WARCYRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/mx3cU9YgeSA/s320/skita+library.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059171853525266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-VsVGuMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TfF0eClrpo4/s1600-h/s100_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-VsVGuMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TfF0eClrpo4/s320/s100_2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059166501877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-U9jo1CI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iB8aNIVeLRE/s1600-h/s100_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR-U9jo1CI/AAAAAAAAAXk/iB8aNIVeLRE/s320/s100_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374059153946367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating and sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAkAUioLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YAYEMt0V19c/s1600-h/seating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAkAUioLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YAYEMt0V19c/s320/seating.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061611409645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAXjtF06I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PT39rVajia8/s1600-h/food+and+sports.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAXjtF06I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PT39rVajia8/s320/food+and+sports.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061397569557410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAXXS_kUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/A07rwTHJS_c/s1600-h/ssports.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAXXS_kUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/A07rwTHJS_c/s320/ssports.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061394238869826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAWs7bvzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZGNguqlDVzc/s1600-h/sIMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSAWs7bvzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZGNguqlDVzc/s320/sIMG_1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374061382865764146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBi7qizbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QCF5dEKmQ3U/s1600-h/shalloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBi7qizbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QCF5dEKmQ3U/s320/shalloween.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062692491513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBqjGem4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/dGphAB4EHOY/s1600-h/aliceandbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBqjGem4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/dGphAB4EHOY/s320/aliceandbunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062823336745858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBij0v3wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Fx65RYQqiPM/s1600-h/sbree+and+stuff+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSBij0v3wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Fx65RYQqiPM/s320/sbree+and+stuff+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374062686091861762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSkI0lMMUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-NIeyclaYWU/s1600-h/sfun1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSkI0lMMUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-NIeyclaYWU/s320/sfun1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374100726820385090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSW8bV19_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jA_cRdzdlLs/s1600-h/slaughing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSW8bV19_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jA_cRdzdlLs/s320/slaughing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374086220235536370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSZbsB96aI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wrVVqECYu7c/s1600-h/srockband.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSZbsB96aI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wrVVqECYu7c/s320/srockband.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374088956314773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSkJcadIqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/A5aqjljXyCw/s1600-h/sfun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSkJcadIqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/A5aqjljXyCw/s320/sfun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374100737512776354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my google sharers- sorry it took so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-8909434945972897467?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8909434945972897467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/8909434945972897467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/8909434945972897467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpR7H9Yj-RI/AAAAAAAAAXM/KEWy6FmxdB8/s72-c/slove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-5153813342415303562</id><published>2009-06-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:40:11.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I shouldn't be left alone</title><content type='html'>I often think my life is more interesting than it truly is. In addition to that, there are times in which I think I am more important than I really am. (both of those feelings are possible by my overactive imagination and over consumption of television watching.) Today is an accumulation of those feelings, and all because of a trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into an empty house is unusual for me because I live with four other people. Needless to say I could tell something was different about today when the driveway was vacant, something was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fridge was fuller than I expected but still there was nothing I wanted to eat. I should go grocery shopping, but hunger must be met first. Frozen pizza wins out again. I close the fridge and turn around and something catches my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trash can is speaking to me, but it's voice is muffled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkqYVipqPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KRGkV3bG1-A/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+074.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkqYVipqPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KRGkV3bG1-A/s320/how+i+see+it+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353258602929470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkqY_k8_JLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/80OnquA7gZA/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+071.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkqY_k8_JLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/80OnquA7gZA/s320/how+i+see+it+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353259325101909170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing at this point mostly because I feel like someone is trying to communicate with me in secret.  And the only reason people communicate in secret is when they are in danger.  So I must decipher this code and help whomever is in distress.  I rack my brain for what scenarios are conceivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someones life is in danger.&lt;br /&gt;but why try to get my attention on the trash can? Unless it was the trash man who was threatening their life and the cry out was also a clue. That is not practical our garbage men are delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw out that option and am a little relived that everyone is ok at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Perhaps someone has arranged a treasure hunt for me and this is the first clue?&lt;br /&gt;I do wish this were the reality but I know everyone is too busy to plan something like that.  And my birthday passed and with it the reason for putting so much effort into a beautiful display of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe it is a promotion from the GLAD.  It will tell me that we have won a lifetime supply of garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, who care about that?  But let me tell you something, I do, I care about that, I do.  Especially since we have found the perfect bags for our unusual trash cans.  Life has not been the same in the taking out trash arena.  In that case life has been perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this option I realize that I should read what it says immediately, so I can cash in on this luxurious prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trash reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkrL8UzGEiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XNaFooThXbQ/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+072.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkrL8UzGEiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XNaFooThXbQ/s320/how+i+see+it+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353315344318861858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am letting                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the trash can dry         &lt;br /&gt;because there was gross&lt;br /&gt;         smelly liquid on the bottom so&lt;br /&gt;I -----washed it out    &lt;br /&gt;     oh and the floor underneath&lt;br /&gt;also                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that my life is not as interesting as the conclusions I jump to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-5153813342415303562?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5153813342415303562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-why-i-shouldnt-be-left-alone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5153813342415303562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/5153813342415303562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-why-i-shouldnt-be-left-alone.html' title='This is why I shouldn&apos;t be left alone'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SkqYVipqPBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/KRGkV3bG1-A/s72-c/how+i+see+it+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-9183948665553792267</id><published>2009-06-13T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:18:32.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way i see my bedroom'/><title type='text'>the way i see my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjNf8xxhqfI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2qEHXXgFlbM/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjNf8xxhqfI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2qEHXXgFlbM/s320/how+i+see+it+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346722680376764914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you met quatchi the sasquatch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-9183948665553792267?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9183948665553792267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/9183948665553792267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/9183948665553792267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-i-see-my-bed.html' title='the way i see my bed'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjNf8xxhqfI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2qEHXXgFlbM/s72-c/how+i+see+it+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-73808573864420895</id><published>2009-06-12T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:46:29.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjIE-5jX2DI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sJUvBwEyNJY/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+058.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/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjIE-5jX2DI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sJUvBwEyNJY/s320/how+i+see+it+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346341186289784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what one would call a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-73808573864420895?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/73808573864420895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-one-would-call-great-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/73808573864420895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/73808573864420895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-one-would-call-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjIE-5jX2DI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sJUvBwEyNJY/s72-c/how+i+see+it+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-6937456739531727553</id><published>2009-06-10T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:27.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the work i see it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCn5hiGnZI/AAAAAAAAATk/fRlN6NBTTs8/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCn5hiGnZI/AAAAAAAAATk/fRlN6NBTTs8/s200/how+i+see+it+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345957364384570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I start my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCrzXSkBnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZNo4su8S8Jk/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCrzXSkBnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZNo4su8S8Jk/s200/how+i+see+it+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345961656602330738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCq3-rmvcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xGKHX5Z2eIU/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCq3-rmvcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xGKHX5Z2eIU/s200/how+i+see+it+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960636384198082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check on the humidor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCqIazW1kI/AAAAAAAAATs/njwoOkInSBU/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCqIazW1kI/AAAAAAAAATs/njwoOkInSBU/s200/how+i+see+it+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959819299182146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is yes! I know I copied K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-6937456739531727553?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6937456739531727553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-i-see-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/6937456739531727553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/6937456739531727553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-i-see-it.html' title='the work i see it'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SjCn5hiGnZI/AAAAAAAAATk/fRlN6NBTTs8/s72-c/how+i+see+it+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753361516162458696.post-8498500264179068531</id><published>2009-06-09T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:14:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is seen sunday and then monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/Si4ZjGFJSyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/epjiEVLrA-0/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/Si4ZjGFJSyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/epjiEVLrA-0/s200/how+i+see+it+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345237898453666594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/Si4Y2CeDumI/AAAAAAAAASs/dEf3T6PkZxE/s1600-h/how+i+see+it+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/Si4Y2CeDumI/AAAAAAAAASs/dEf3T6PkZxE/s200/how+i+see+it+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345237124390304354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753361516162458696-8498500264179068531?l=whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8498500264179068531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-seen-sunday-and-then-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/8498500264179068531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753361516162458696/posts/default/8498500264179068531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatkindofdayithasbeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-seen-sunday-and-then-monday.html' title='what is seen sunday and then monday'/><author><name>myriamnadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01877103167996766911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/SpSouT4FtCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3YL_wl4NqVA/S220/Shume+lake+046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FScZNYTO3Hs/Si4ZjGFJSyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/epjiEVLrA-0/s72-c/how+i+see+it+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
