<?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-4576077812692850498</id><updated>2011-08-14T07:55:06.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lady ace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-185845509639238686</id><published>2010-10-11T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:04:17.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does This Make Sense?</title><content type='html'>Have other people noticed and been perplexed by the fact that the BYU Cougars are playing like the East Dillon Panthers at the beginning of season 4? And the Utah Utes are playing more like West Dillon always? Does that make any sense to you? Clearly BYU is West Dillon in every other way. All the nice stuff. Yet a football team that makes my roommate, Michelle, cry. And the University of Utah. Totally East Dillon. Have you been there? Place is a dump! (I went there, so I can say so). Coach Taylor! The Cougs need you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-185845509639238686?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/185845509639238686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=185845509639238686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/185845509639238686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/185845509639238686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-does-this-make-sense.html' title='How Does This Make Sense?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7614496094946687656</id><published>2010-08-13T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:21:53.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Turns Out...</title><content type='html'>...I'm way obnoxious. I guess everyone else probably already knew that. I guess I've always known, but now it's been established.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7614496094946687656?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7614496094946687656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7614496094946687656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7614496094946687656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7614496094946687656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-it-turns-out.html' title='So It Turns Out...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5060543345974133690</id><published>2010-07-12T02:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:09:51.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Internet</title><content type='html'>How do all of you guys put up with the Internet? It's so annoying. I'm too good for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5060543345974133690?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5060543345974133690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5060543345974133690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5060543345974133690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5060543345974133690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2010/07/internet.html' title='The Internet'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6572207429575418941</id><published>2009-12-27T22:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:31:52.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1/N-fun!!</title><content type='html'>All winter long I've been boasting about my perfect immune system... Well... I've finally been smitten down. It's less fun to get sick when you already have work off. I had these big plans. Emily (E-scream)owns the whole Anne of Green Gables collection and I've been eyeing them for months. But I've decided to hold off until a "sick day". Guess what, for months I've had perfect health. Then during my 2 week break from work, guess what? I got sick! That's what I get for taking a sip of Michelle's (the Incident) DMD. So now I'm trying to decide. Do I watch? Or wait?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6572207429575418941?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6572207429575418941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6572207429575418941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6572207429575418941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6572207429575418941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/12/h1n-fun.html' title='H1/N-fun!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5532636961695690770</id><published>2009-10-30T20:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:39:23.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wh-wh-whA-wh-WHAT?!?</title><content type='html'>Wha?? I hear taco bell is giving away free black Jack tacos tomorrow for Halloween! Like I needed one more thing to persuade me to eat at taco bell!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5532636961695690770?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5532636961695690770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5532636961695690770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5532636961695690770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5532636961695690770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/10/wh-wh-wha-wh-w.html' title='Wh-wh-whA-wh-WHAT?!?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4082959027764799418</id><published>2009-10-18T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:32:46.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That I Got My New IPHONE.</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, you may be hearing from my blog more now that I got my new IPHONE. I just realized how easy it is to post on my blog from my new IPHONE. I can sit in the comforts of my bed and post on my blog with my new IPHONE. It's pretty great. I don't have to go searching for my computer, wherever it may be. I can just sit in my bed and use my new IPHONE. It's great. Maybe you haven't heard, but I recently got a new IPHONE and it's improving my life in every possible way. In fact, every day I learn some way my life can be improved by my new IPHONE. And I guess blogging with greater frequency may be one of those benefits (or maybe it'll burden you more. Especially those of you not important enough to live your life to the fullest with your new IPHONE. ) &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this technically makes me even lazier than Michelle. She definitely has the drive and desire to get out of bed and locate her computer. For me, it's just not worth it. I might go look for that computer every few days. She's much more ambitious than I am. But I guess it's typically more than a few inches from her lazy fingertips anyway. Sounds like maybe she could use a new IPHONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4082959027764799418?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4082959027764799418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4082959027764799418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4082959027764799418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4082959027764799418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-that-i-got-my-new-iphone.html' title='Now That I Got My New IPHONE.'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1643098780128376052</id><published>2009-10-18T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:19:25.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapes</title><content type='html'>A few years back, when I was a post teen, I loved to go to billions of concerts. My mom was so baffled by this and she would tell me, "honey, why don't you just buy their tape?" So aggravated I'd reply, "mom! Get off my back! They don't even sell tapes anymore!" &lt;br /&gt;Well, last night my mom proved me wrong. I went to a little concert and they were selling tapes on the merch table. And I bought one. But maybe I got the last laugh because I went to the concert AND bought the tape. &lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm way excited. I love tapes. They're probably the most hearty and durable music storage device. I know the sound maybe isn't the greatest, and I think I've lost my touch when it comes to rewinding and fastforwarding. But man, you can have a tape in your pocket without its case, and you're fine. You can leave your tape sitting on the dash of your unlocked truck and no one tries to steal it. Try and top that, iPod and cd. &lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I really love making mix tapes. It's so much more involvement. Especially mix tapes from records. There's something special about such an act of deliberate inefficiency. But still, I love making them. If anyone still even owns a tape player, besides me, maybe I'll make you a mix tape. (if I like you enough.) Just let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1643098780128376052?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1643098780128376052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1643098780128376052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1643098780128376052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1643098780128376052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/10/tapes.html' title='Tapes'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3780037889308844342</id><published>2009-10-16T17:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:08:14.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I measured and weighed my students because they had no idea what they were in American numbers. It was really cute. I thought they'd be embarrassed  to step on the scale. But nope. They were so excited. They lined up and I helped them read their weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also, I have this kind of loud and lively, chubby Iraqi student and everyday she comes in the class and pokes me and whispers in a breathy voice "barbie". I'm not totally sure how I feel about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3780037889308844342?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3780037889308844342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3780037889308844342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3780037889308844342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3780037889308844342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4053430188962441274</id><published>2009-10-14T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:12:51.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happened In Church A Couple of Weeks Ago...</title><content type='html'>The girl who was speaking said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few years ago my parents had a little Spanish girl living with them. She was from Mexico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did that happen? If a girl is from Mexico, is she not a Mexican?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4053430188962441274?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4053430188962441274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4053430188962441274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4053430188962441274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4053430188962441274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-happened-in-church-couple.html' title='This Is What Happened In Church A Couple of Weeks Ago...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8368808188014249909</id><published>2009-09-22T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:58:00.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>I wrote this really long awesome post about the OC, and somehow it didn't publish. I just don't have the heart nor the energy to write it again. Sorry. Maybe I will. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8368808188014249909?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8368808188014249909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8368808188014249909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8368808188014249909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8368808188014249909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-551870859052735424</id><published>2009-08-29T04:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:56:05.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Love</title><content type='html'>At the library. One of my favorite places in SLC to find new loves. (Others include Liberty Park &amp;amp; bus stop). I was looking for a book when out popped Markus, my new love. He approached me like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Whoa! Do you see that? Look at that. Have you seen that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pointing down at my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: My scar on my ankle? Yeah, I've seen that.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Wow. I have the same scar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shows me his scar. Proceeds to tell me that he was the #2 college football player something something last year, but now can't play because of his calcium deposits in his ankle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus: You got calcium deposits in your ankle like me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, it's from an accident. Not calcium deposits.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Yeah, just like me. Calcium deposits.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I broke bones. It's not from calcium deposits.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Yeah, me too. Calcium deposits.&lt;br /&gt;(I give up).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yep. Same.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Can I touch it? Can I take a picture of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you like scars?&lt;br /&gt;Markus (bewildered, awed): Huh? Wow. How did you know that? Wow. How did you know I like scars? Wow. I just moved to Salt Lake. Anything fun to do here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I try telling him places to go, like dance clubs since that's usually what I think people mean when they ask questions like that. I can tell he's not listening to one word I say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus: Wow. That's amazing. Wow... Wow...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? The Hotel, yeah. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: You got the most beautiful eyes I ever seen. Wow. I can't believe it. They're all green and yellow. Wow. I want to draw your picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He pulls out his portfolio with his art in it. Really awesome eagle drawing done with ballpoint pen and candle wax. WISH I had cash with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Beautiful. I love your art.&lt;br /&gt;Markus: You want to have mixed babies with me? They're the most beautiful babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the moment I KNEW I had found love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-551870859052735424?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/551870859052735424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=551870859052735424' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/551870859052735424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/551870859052735424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-found-love.html' title='I Found Love'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5459395012555506868</id><published>2009-08-18T18:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:07:53.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Of Fun</title><content type='html'>My summer of fun is over. OVER.&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5459395012555506868?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5459395012555506868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5459395012555506868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5459395012555506868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5459395012555506868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-summer-of-fun.html' title='My Summer Of Fun'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1873355212708004086</id><published>2009-08-04T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:58:21.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese tv More</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-edc8e60dbe6179af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6360074163919674361?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6360074163919674361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6360074163919674361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6360074163919674361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6360074163919674361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-this-is-my-favorite-thing.html' title='But This Is My Favorite Thing:'/><author><name>lady 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5871757210640497456?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5871757210640497456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5871757210640497456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5871757210640497456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5871757210640497456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-could-punch-movie-in-face.html' title='If I Could Punch A Movie In The Face,'/><author><name>lady 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2177656333547707248</id><published>2009-07-29T01:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:26:32.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What Happens On Japanese TV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5PUEhwJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DkZMR38e6Qc/s1600-h/IMG_1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5PUEhwJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DkZMR38e6Qc/s200/IMG_1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363779722702602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5QmuPZYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/soytyuBLkC0/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5QmuPZYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/soytyuBLkC0/s200/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363779744889267586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5ROZ9PBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ly3GuRWvepA/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5ROZ9PBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ly3GuRWvepA/s200/IMG_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363779755541609490" 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/4576077812692850498-2177656333547707248?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2177656333547707248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2177656333547707248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2177656333547707248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2177656333547707248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-happens-on-japanese-tv.html' title='This Is What Happens On Japanese TV.'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/Sm_5PUEhwJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DkZMR38e6Qc/s72-c/IMG_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4702238213920947545</id><published>2009-07-01T08:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:59:17.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update</title><content type='html'>I know many of you have been worried about how I've been spending my time this summer. "Oh, lady, you'll get SOOO bored without work," you say. But let me tell you, it's not true. This summer has been fabulous so far. I have done most of those things on my list. Some of them daily. And me and my upstairs neighbor even bought us a planner so we could organize adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Things accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;-camping a LOT: check&lt;br /&gt;-fires: check&lt;br /&gt;-golden girls: check&lt;br /&gt;-going in the mountains: check&lt;br /&gt;-the drive in: check&lt;br /&gt;-making friends with a deer: check&lt;br /&gt;-riding my bike: check&lt;br /&gt;-swimming almost every day: check&lt;br /&gt;-studying Genesis: check&lt;br /&gt;-reading tons of stuff: check&lt;br /&gt;-going to the park: check&lt;br /&gt;-cooking food: check&lt;br /&gt;-baseball games: check&lt;br /&gt;-GOING TO LIBERTY LAND: CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still things I need to do, but haven't yet:&lt;br /&gt;-go to morgan (greatest mountain town just off the wasatch front)&lt;br /&gt;-swim in the great salt lake (my spiritual home. please don't call it gross)&lt;br /&gt;-go to see shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;-the bizarro water park in sandy (or is it Draper?)&lt;br /&gt;-dress up as a pioneer and go hiking&lt;br /&gt;-swim more, camp more, drive in more&lt;br /&gt;-i've only watched a couple episodes of murder, she wrote :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my status. If you want to do activities with me before I'm back to the grindstone, there's still some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4702238213920947545?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4702238213920947545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4702238213920947545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4702238213920947545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4702238213920947545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1183195605981376164</id><published>2009-06-18T22:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:43:42.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Nathaniel, please come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the times I've come to visit you in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsVdhee8nI/AAAAAAAAANU/WdPqzuxTxd8/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsVdhee8nI/AAAAAAAAANU/WdPqzuxTxd8/s200/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348892579379212914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsVdwIxQMI/AAAAAAAAANc/LhjaU-3lEug/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsVdwIxQMI/AAAAAAAAANc/LhjaU-3lEug/s200/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348892583314669762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsW5610iwI/AAAAAAAAANs/ochqpkz0JVk/s1600-h/IMG_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsW5610iwI/AAAAAAAAANs/ochqpkz0JVk/s200/IMG_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894166735948546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Elin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1183195605981376164?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1183195605981376164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1183195605981376164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1183195605981376164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1183195605981376164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/06/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjsVdhee8nI/AAAAAAAAANU/WdPqzuxTxd8/s72-c/IMG_0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2557714780793514616</id><published>2009-06-16T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:31:36.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should Be Happy I'm Still Alive...</title><content type='html'>That is, if you were ever happy that I was alive to begin with. I came the 2nd closest to dying that I've ever come in my life yesterday! My friend and I were crossing the street when we were walking to the Smith's so my friend could buy fancy sauce. Some distracted dude was turning left and did NOT see us. He was looking down at something and was accelerating, heading closer &amp;amp; closer to us. It was our turn to cross. We even had the walker picture &amp;amp; the chirping. My friend had to pull me out of the way even though she's not very strong. Last second he looked up and swerved. Lucky for that. Or I would have been a squished piece of meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-2557714780793514616?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2557714780793514616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2557714780793514616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2557714780793514616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2557714780793514616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-should-be-happy-im-still-alive.html' title='You Should Be Happy I&apos;m Still Alive...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1867365671418461088</id><published>2009-06-16T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:20:34.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjhgD1RZ9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/54OpwVcjywQ/s1600-h/IMG_4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjhgD1RZ9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/54OpwVcjywQ/s200/IMG_4818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348130176458421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went camping this weekend at Arches and we saw a monkey face in the stone. I'm sure it was some sort of a sign. But maybe I think everything is a sign. It was really fun. But it's seldom that I don't have a great deal of fun in the desert. In our lovely, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; deseret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjhgEE6jl6I/AAAAAAAAANM/rdEhi2tFAQ4/s1600-h/IMG_5074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjhgEE6jl6I/AAAAAAAAANM/rdEhi2tFAQ4/s200/IMG_5074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348130180657551266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got tattoos. They were pretty great. If you can't tell, mine was some sort of glittery anchor and Chris's was some sort of freaky-eag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I can do this any weekend, or any day. I'm unemployed and always one phone call away from adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1867365671418461088?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1867365671418461088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1867365671418461088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1867365671418461088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1867365671418461088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SjhgD1RZ9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/54OpwVcjywQ/s72-c/IMG_4818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1778953781805224664</id><published>2009-06-07T01:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:54:15.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Decided That I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SitwZ2OsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/RjTUJXsV9YA/s1600-h/IMG_1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SitwZ2OsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/RjTUJXsV9YA/s200/IMG_1023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344488972161394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need to get with the program and take more pictures and post more pictures all over the internets. People probably have no clue how awesome my life is and that's sad. This is one of my favorite awesome things I've done lately. This camping trip was way fun and if you weren't there, you missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite thing was today. I went on a little hike all by myself up Millcreek canyon and it was BEEE-yeautiful. Since it's been raining so much lately it was so verdant and lush up there. I felt like I was in Hawaii (but I haven't been to Hawaii for a way long time, so I'm probably way off on this one). Maybe if I go back there again soon (like maybe tomorrow) maybe I'll take a picture in that place and post it and everyone can see how beautiful and green Utah mountains can be in the early summertime. I also think I kinda made friends with a cute little deer. I saw a deer crossing the trail ahead of me. We both stopped and stared at each other for a while. And then I'd walk a bit and she'd walk a bit. Then we'd stop and stare at each other again for a while. Then I'd walk and she started following me. I felt like maybe she wanted to tell me something. And then this loud couple came up the trail and the big dumb loud boyfriend yelled and pointed at the deer and my deer friend bolted. I guess maybe it wasn't a super stable friendship anyway if she takes off the second something like that happens. But it was really cute while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1778953781805224664?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1778953781805224664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1778953781805224664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1778953781805224664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1778953781805224664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-decided-that-i.html' title='I Decided That I...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SitwZ2OsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/RjTUJXsV9YA/s72-c/IMG_1023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-577050727706728341</id><published>2009-05-30T02:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:33:37.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Am?</title><content type='html'>Hoonless. That's what. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-577050727706728341?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/577050727706728341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=577050727706728341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/577050727706728341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/577050727706728341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-what-i-am.html' title='Guess What I Am?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4067063020635266491</id><published>2009-05-21T08:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:10:21.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my teeny, tiny, Vietnamese Buddhist nun student brought me another gift. (She's brought me such gifts in the past as the White Diamonds collection by Elizabeth Taylor). This was just a small gift. In a ziplock bag she had 2 fruit-flavored jello snack packs, a spoon, 2 mini snickers, and a granola bar. Melt my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4067063020635266491?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4067063020635266491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4067063020635266491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4067063020635266491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4067063020635266491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-406913761781558080</id><published>2009-05-21T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:07:16.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Marsha As My Witness...</title><content type='html'>A bird pooped on my butt yesterday in the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-406913761781558080?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/406913761781558080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=406913761781558080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/406913761781558080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/406913761781558080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-marsha-as-my-witness.html' title='With Marsha As My Witness...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5179858281965227513</id><published>2009-05-18T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:50:12.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>I feel the need to make a disclaimer after my last post. I will NOT be held responsible for you quitting your job. If you choose to do so, you must accept full responsibility for your decision. I will NOT be funding you over the summer. I WILL, however, significantly increase the level of fun you may be having. But those are the only promises I make. If you're looking for a bailout, call the government. I hear they're handing those out. I happen to have a job wherein summer work was optional, so clearly I opted out. If that option is also available to you, clearly you should opt out. But quit responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I thought of some other possible activities:&lt;br /&gt;-baseball games&lt;br /&gt;-responsible campfires&lt;br /&gt;-demolition derbies&lt;br /&gt;-sewing our own swimwear&lt;br /&gt;-morning movies&lt;br /&gt;-looking at the stars&lt;br /&gt;-that new bizarro water park right off the freeway in Sandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5179858281965227513?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5179858281965227513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5179858281965227513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5179858281965227513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5179858281965227513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/disclaimer.html' title='*Disclaimer'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7492555864783442373</id><published>2009-05-14T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:57:52.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Summer...</title><content type='html'>I've decided not to work. I know, I know. In this economy it seems so ungrateful to turn down my employment opportunity, but really I'm so stoked to sit around and do nothing. I'm trying to get others to join me. Turn down work. Decline. Thanks, but no thanks. What good is that job doing you? Will your fancy job sit with you by the pool and sip on slurpees? Doubtful. But you know who will? Me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that most of you are pretty responsible, and I commend you for that. So if you're not dedicated to experimenting with laziness, I have thought of another alternative. I'll give you the option of signing up for a day to hang out with me. You can take off a day and we can plan an activity to do together (you know you have way more vacay days than you'll ever use). That way I'll feel like less of a loser for doing nothing in the summer and you will have a chance to relax.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of town a lot this summer, so there won't actually be too many days to sign up for, and they're filling up fast.&lt;br /&gt;There are some standard activities you can choose from:&lt;br /&gt;-swimming&lt;br /&gt;-going to the mountains&lt;br /&gt;-drive in&lt;br /&gt;-popsicles&lt;br /&gt;-watching the golden girls&lt;br /&gt;-watching murder, she wrote&lt;br /&gt;-liberty land&lt;br /&gt;-going to the park&lt;br /&gt;I think those are all the standard options. If you have another idea, you may submit it for approval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7492555864783442373?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7492555864783442373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7492555864783442373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7492555864783442373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7492555864783442373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-summer.html' title='This Summer...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8286625191191945833</id><published>2009-05-05T15:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:34:03.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Students Are Still Cute...</title><content type='html'>The other day I was helping a student with a paragraph he was writing. His spoken English is really pretty good, but his reading and writing are pretty low. I got to a word I couldn't make out. It was "ebritink". Turns out it was supposed to be "everything". So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8286625191191945833?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8286625191191945833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8286625191191945833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8286625191191945833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8286625191191945833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-students-are-still-cute.html' title='My Students Are Still Cute...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7593158767947796065</id><published>2009-05-01T17:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:27:25.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs to CHILL THE FREAK OUT ABOUT SWINE FLU! Especially you, NPR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7593158767947796065?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7593158767947796065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7593158767947796065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7593158767947796065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7593158767947796065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/05/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2355643834591118280</id><published>2009-03-12T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:23:49.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Make My Motivations Public,</title><content type='html'>I'm going to tell you all what I'm going to do with my life once I finally get all my crap done. And you can hold me to it. Or try to keep me from it, if you're that sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;1) Blog my every move and photoblogument it so my life seems WAY awesome online.&lt;br /&gt;2) Read SO MANY books!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Do art with pisces (et. al)&lt;br /&gt;4) Sew stuff!&lt;br /&gt;5) Do nice things for all of my friends (who live in my building, or at least visit regularly)&lt;br /&gt;6) Dispose of that squished, wet, dead mouse once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;7) Clothe the naked.&lt;br /&gt;8) COOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) Go to the library for FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;10) Go for many walks&lt;br /&gt;11) And bike rides&lt;br /&gt;12) Make an effort to be more fashionable&lt;br /&gt;13) Talk to people more instead of only communicating indirectly through my blog, which I seldom post on.&lt;br /&gt;14) Find someone to help me do my taxes!!&lt;br /&gt;15) Get way buff.&lt;br /&gt;16) Go to the mountains&lt;br /&gt;17) Make jeans&lt;br /&gt;18) Make juice in the juicer&lt;br /&gt;19) Visit many lands&lt;br /&gt;20) Have a FIRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;21) Sit and watch a movie without trying to do tons of other stuff at the same time. (I'm way bad at this)&lt;br /&gt;22) Force people to hang out with me who keep resisting.&lt;br /&gt;23) Force CK to bake me more goods.&lt;br /&gt;24) Force Michelle and others to resume "adventures in fitness"&lt;br /&gt;25) Force Brian &amp;amp; Kelli to let me come visit them.&lt;br /&gt;26) Force Nathaniel to let me come visit him again.&lt;br /&gt;27) Think of more things to force people to do.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get all this done. And then... And then.... And THEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-2355643834591118280?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2355643834591118280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2355643834591118280' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2355643834591118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2355643834591118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-to-make-my-motivations-public.html' title='Just To Make My Motivations Public,'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3432846439691117451</id><published>2009-03-12T17:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:07:16.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To</title><content type='html'>Hear something cute? Today one of my students told me that he had a dream that I saved his life. It was really adorable to hear him tell the story. I guess he was falling off a cliff and a reached down and grabbed him by the finger tips and was able to pull him up. I love how strong he thinks I am (subconsciously).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3432846439691117451?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3432846439691117451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3432846439691117451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3432846439691117451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3432846439691117451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-want-to.html' title='Do You Want To'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1541098350946715311</id><published>2009-03-01T04:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:55:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Guess What?</title><content type='html'>It's suddenly March again. Do you know what that means? It's pissy-pisces time again. So if you don't feel like getting off the sofa right now, or you find yourself crying all the time, or you want to sit around and talk about feelings or reincarnation, it may be due to the fact that it's pisces time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I think the only sign I paid tribute to was pisces (besides my native gemini, of course), and I think maybe it's because pisces is the most pity-able sign.  These are the sun's underdogs. These are lazy and mysterious people. I don't normally get along with them. I like industry, hard work, and openness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is possible for me to get along with these dreamers. I think last March I pointed out the same thing--we get along artistically. So this year I've decided to pitch pisces season as, "Do Art With A Pisces". I think everyone should try it and see how it goes. Pick a few pisceans. See if you can get them off the couch and stop crying long enough to make an art together. It might really be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1541098350946715311?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1541098350946715311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1541098350946715311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1541098350946715311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1541098350946715311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-guess-what.html' title='Oh, Guess What?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7527825852574112460</id><published>2009-03-01T04:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:46:13.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Weird</title><content type='html'>In the whole many years I've lived in my apartment I've never seen any mouse or any sign of any mouse neither in my house, nor in my yard. But in the past couple of weeks I keep seeing these teeny, tiny squished dead mice on our sidewalks in front of our apartment. I think some of the 29+ cats who live in our 1/8 block radius have been finding a baby nest of mice recently and killing them and presenting their tiny dead bodies to us as some sort of sick gift. Seriously, I don't understand how it is that a mouse would even dare to pretend to survive in our neighborhood. Anywhere you stand, there's at least one cat within 5 feet of you. Well, these mice didn't make it very far into this world. These little dead bodies are so tiny. You think it's a shriveled little leaf, but really it's a tiny little dead mouse body. I stepped on one the other night and it was SICK! I screamed. I don't want anyone's dead flesh underfoot. Anyway, Lee &amp;amp; Lisa are getting a cat too. She'll be in good company. And probably Michelle will let it into her window at night to cuddle with her as she does with all so-tro cats.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7527825852574112460?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7527825852574112460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7527825852574112460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7527825852574112460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7527825852574112460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-weird.html' title='So Weird'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3103287011769299750</id><published>2009-03-01T04:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:36:53.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok...</title><content type='html'>I lied to you all recently. I haven't been doing yoga. I went once and I was all fired up to start going regularly again. But then the next Tuesday I went to a Jazz game (box seats), and ever since then I've never thought of it. And I haven't been doing anything fun or non-productive lately. The poor internet has been so neglected by me. I've been way too busy for anything other than being super busy. Anyway, let's all hang out in like a month. Okay? Or if anyone is interested in a library hang out, I'm down. And internet, I still love you and I want to rekindle our relationship when I have a bit more time. I'm okay being on your back burner if you're okay being on mine. Anyway, love you all. Sorry if I've mislead you into thinking I'm doing awesome stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3103287011769299750?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3103287011769299750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3103287011769299750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3103287011769299750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3103287011769299750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-ok.html' title='Ok, Ok...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4282540810485747448</id><published>2009-01-20T18:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:20:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, I'm Confused...</title><content type='html'>I heard on the radio this morning that George W &amp;amp; Laura Bush were going to have coffee with the Obamas before the Inauguration. BUT, I thought the Bushes were Mormon, right? Maybe they just said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;, but really they meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot cocoa&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4282540810485747448?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4282540810485747448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4282540810485747448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4282540810485747448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4282540810485747448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait-im-confused.html' title='Wait, I&apos;m Confused...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8121440158127996362</id><published>2009-01-17T00:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:28:26.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Only 5 Elephants Left!!!</title><content type='html'>There's only 5 elephants left!! Out of the many, many that I made, only 5 remain. So maybe you should get one? While they're still hot. I should post pictures on here, I guess, for those of you who live far away or those of you who don't actually talk to me. But you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; read my blog. Ha! Busted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8121440158127996362?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8121440158127996362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8121440158127996362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8121440158127996362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8121440158127996362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-only-5-elephants-left.html' title='There&apos;s Only 5 Elephants Left!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5561909049909380420</id><published>2009-01-13T23:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:51:15.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What's Really Good?</title><content type='html'>Yoga classes. You know what's even better than yoga classes? Free yoga classes. You know what else is good? Friends. Even better? Friends who tell you about free yoga classes. Even when they are flaky friends who don't show up to the events they invite you to. (Jk! sheesh.) Thank you to friends. Thank you to yoga. Especially that yoga which I do not need to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone come next week.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to.&lt;br /&gt;And all the weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5561909049909380420?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5561909049909380420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5561909049909380420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5561909049909380420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5561909049909380420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-whats-really-good.html' title='You Know What&apos;s Really Good?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4880939087536886042</id><published>2009-01-06T20:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:34:30.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Everyone</title><content type='html'>Is everyone else stuck frozen in their houses? I feel like I can't/shouldn't go anywhere in this weather or it'd be irresponsible. So I just stay at home with Michelle all the time. And we cook. And I've watched some pretty good movies. And I guess sometimes (once) we walk over to the anarchy house to watch casey's brother band play. But that house is more like the PLANarchy house. They have schedules on the walls and a detailed labeled library... But I feel like it'd be foolish to really leave my house. And I've been missing lots of people recently. Does anyone want to cyber hang? Or maybe everyone I know should just move into my building already (those of you who haven't yet).  Or maybe we should just wait for a little bit of thaw? Anyway, I'm way excited to see some people some day.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4880939087536886042?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4880939087536886042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4880939087536886042' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4880939087536886042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4880939087536886042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-everyone.html' title='I Miss Everyone'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4533389058737836106</id><published>2009-01-04T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:36:55.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin Fine in 2009</title><content type='html'>My New Year's Resolution this year is for people at Walmart to no longer think I'm pregnant. Man, like I needed one more reason to hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4533389058737836106?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4533389058737836106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4533389058737836106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4533389058737836106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4533389058737836106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2009/01/lookin-fine-in-2009.html' title='Lookin Fine in 2009'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1111012775627361258</id><published>2008-12-28T17:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:33:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SVgZ-_PdLjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/m71UYaC1SGU/s1600-h/00300066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285002732638121522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SVgZ-_PdLjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/m71UYaC1SGU/s400/00300066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas my sibs and I scanned a bunch of my parents' slides that have been stowed away in our basement for years.&lt;br /&gt;Props to my sister's legs, brothers' BYU jerseys, my squinty sun smile, mom's visor, brother's flat top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1111012775627361258?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1111012775627361258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1111012775627361258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1111012775627361258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1111012775627361258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/adorable.html' title='Adorable?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SVgZ-_PdLjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/m71UYaC1SGU/s72-c/00300066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6342656430449986873</id><published>2008-12-22T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:10:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>I AM a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing leggings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not even slightly under the impression that I'm wearing pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6342656430449986873?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6342656430449986873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6342656430449986873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6342656430449986873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6342656430449986873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-hypocrite.html' title='I AM A Hypocrite'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1260184894389818045</id><published>2008-12-20T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:27:30.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Job</title><content type='html'>But I realize I'm probably a bad teacher.&lt;br /&gt;1. My students call the holidays, birthday and Christmas "Happy Birthday" and "Merry Christmas" respectively. Like they'll say, "When is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;?" and "Are you excited for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;?" and I don't correct them because I think it's adorable. There are other things too that they say and I don't necessarily correct them even though they probably wish I would if they knew.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lately I've been making my students listen to "grammar raps" that are part of our grammar workbook. I couldn't bring myself to subjecting them to this for the first few months of teaching, but recently I gave in. I just sit by the side and shake my head and feel sorry for the situation. But actually some of the students even seem to enjoy them. So maybe that's not considered abuse?&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm thoroughly entertained by the gifts my students give me. I don't think this makes me a bad teacher, though. I think it makes me very happy and entertained; and in turn it probably actually makes me a better teacher. As a Thanksgiving gift one of my tiny Vietnamese students gave me an Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds set (perfume, lotion, powder?)  2 days ago a student brought me a fruitcake. I thought that was only a joke. I didn't think people actually gave each other Christmas fruitcakes. A student yesterday gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon as a Christmas gift. I was a bit confused at first. Did I do something to lead her to believe I wasn't Mormon? I mean, I'm definitely careful about what I'll talk about in school. Initially I tried to tell her that I already have that book, but she was so excited. Then I realized that she'd written her testimony in the front cover for me in her broken English and my heart melted and I graciously accepted her gift. One of my Russian students, in the excitement of all the holiday cheer, told me that 2009 would be my year to find true love. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;I love Russians.&lt;br /&gt;And I love everyone who reads my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1260184894389818045?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1260184894389818045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1260184894389818045' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1260184894389818045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1260184894389818045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-job.html' title='I Love My Job'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3585870719728653650</id><published>2008-12-18T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:29:05.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephants!!!</title><content type='html'>I have so many elephants left over from the Beehive Bazaar. Well, maybe 10? It was barely worth it to do that bazaar. Too many tightwads in Provo. Best to do something cheap and easy and fast that people will buy up. But anyway, I know my elephants are cute. And I have some leftovers. And people have been asking if they could buy some, so if you want to buy from me, now is the time. They'll be going FAST. Maybe soon I'll post some pictures up of what I have left. But maybe I'll let a few special people choose their elephants first. I don't know. Probably just I'm lazy. Anyway. I'm selling them for $20 and they're cute &amp;amp; soft and I think they're pretty much all general neutral, which I like and the buttons for the eyes are so tiny that it won't kill your babies.&lt;br /&gt;BUY!&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3585870719728653650?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3585870719728653650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3585870719728653650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3585870719728653650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3585870719728653650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/elephants.html' title='Elephants!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3252507754038179092</id><published>2008-12-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:59:23.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggings Are NOT Pants.</title><content type='html'>Leggings are NOT pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3252507754038179092?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3252507754038179092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3252507754038179092' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3252507754038179092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3252507754038179092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/leggings-are-not-pants.html' title='Leggings Are NOT Pants.'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6244068445267599139</id><published>2008-12-09T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:38:35.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is It Possible...</title><content type='html'>That the world's saddest song could make me feel so happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never&lt;br /&gt;coming round&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to&lt;br /&gt;the sound of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best&lt;br /&gt;of all the years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of&lt;br /&gt;something wild&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;like a child in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've&lt;br /&gt;got to get out and cry&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUMENTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now then I know you'll always be the only boy who&lt;br /&gt;wanted me the way that I am&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as&lt;br /&gt;magical and wonderous as you&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround, Every now and then I know there's nothing any better and there's&lt;br /&gt;nothing that I just wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was light in my life&lt;br /&gt;But now there's only love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6244068445267599139?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6244068445267599139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6244068445267599139' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6244068445267599139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6244068445267599139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-is-it-possible.html' title='How Is It Possible...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7608865354900682818</id><published>2008-11-27T23:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:37:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrim Party Pooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SS-OMl_MobI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OsK3YAFiDb4/s1600-h/pilgrim-couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273590035680895410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SS-OMl_MobI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OsK3YAFiDb4/s200/pilgrim-couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out I have much more in common with these people than I thought. Pretty much I'm a modern day pilgrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been a huge fan of T-giving. I don't hate it. I think it's fine. But it doesn't thrill me. Maybe you'll hate me for saying this, but I recently realized that the reason I don't care too much for it is that it's too gluttonous for me. I love the idea of setting aside a day every year (or more often would be even better) to focus on the things you're thankful for; a day to spend quality time with family. I love that aspect of it. But I struggle with the gross over indulgence. I mean, I don't think it's evil or horrible or anything. But it just doesn't appeal to me. Why can't we do something healthy or active while we're giving thanks? I know. It's because of tradition. And I think that's great. I'm crazy about traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year I learnt something new about the p-grims. Turns out they had similar sentiments to mine. I was reading a history of the first t-giving with my students earlier this week. I learnt for the first time that the p-grims were actually very hesitant to indulge in the feast. It seemed to wasteful and gluttonous to those pious witholders! Those party animal indians had to talk those p-grims into that feast! Those p-grims thought their time and resources would be better spent working or worshipping, not shoving their faces full of turkeys and lobsters. But that did not mean that they weren't grateful. They were probably incredibly grateful. They just didn't know if that was the best way to celebrate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this T-giving holiday I realized that as well as being a pioneer, I am also a p-grim. And the rest of you lazy, gluttonous sad sacks were more inspired by the green corn dance festival of the nateevs. But who am I to judge? I don't judge. I'm a pilgrim. We don't do that. We're too good and pure to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7608865354900682818?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7608865354900682818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7608865354900682818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7608865354900682818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7608865354900682818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/pilgrim-party-pooper.html' title='Pilgrim Party Pooper'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SS-OMl_MobI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OsK3YAFiDb4/s72-c/pilgrim-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-378142995188103684</id><published>2008-11-21T20:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:19:35.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gas By My Work</title><content type='html'>Is now down to $1.84!!! I love it! It feels like we're back in the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of the 90s, I woke up this morning at 6:00 am with the distinctly sad feeling that I won't be alive to see the next 90s, the 2090s. For some reason, my 6:00 am logic determined that the next 90s would be similar to the last 90s, and I was way bummed out that I wouldn't be alive to see the grunge movement of the new millennium. I know it makes no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-378142995188103684?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/378142995188103684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=378142995188103684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/378142995188103684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/378142995188103684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/gas-by-my-work.html' title='The Gas By My Work'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-652469188929558181</id><published>2008-11-19T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:36:53.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Beyonce Knowles</title><content type='html'>All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;br /&gt;Up in the club, we just broke up&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing my own little thing&lt;br /&gt;Decided to dip but now you wanna trip&lt;br /&gt;Cuz another brother noticed me&lt;br /&gt;I’m up on him, he up on me&lt;br /&gt;dont pay him any attention&lt;br /&gt;cried my tears, for three good years&lt;br /&gt;Ya can’t be mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be mad once you see that he want it&lt;br /&gt;If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips&lt;br /&gt;Got me tighter than my Dereon jeans&lt;br /&gt;acting up, drink in my cup&lt;br /&gt;I could care less what you think&lt;br /&gt;I need no permission, did I mention&lt;br /&gt;Dont pay him any attention&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you had your turn&lt;br /&gt;But now you gonna learn&lt;br /&gt;What it really feels like to miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t treat me to the things of this world&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;Is a man that makes me, then takes me&lt;br /&gt;And delivers me to a destiny, to infinity and beyond&lt;br /&gt;Pull me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Say I’m the one you want&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, you’ll be alone&lt;br /&gt;And like a ghost I’ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies (7x)&lt;br /&gt;Now put your hands up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-652469188929558181?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/652469188929558181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=652469188929558181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/652469188929558181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/652469188929558181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-beyonce-knowles.html' title='Thank You, Beyonce Knowles'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-9216884961234236635</id><published>2008-11-12T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:44:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And One More Thing...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SRtcQ-2bJBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1owR--HI8-Q/s1600-h/143507wCEB_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SRtcQ-2bJBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1owR--HI8-Q/s200/143507wCEB_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267905635958858770" 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/4576077812692850498-9216884961234236635?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/9216884961234236635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=9216884961234236635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/9216884961234236635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/9216884961234236635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-one-more-thing.html' title='And One More Thing...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SRtcQ-2bJBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1owR--HI8-Q/s72-c/143507wCEB_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-367123645014764711</id><published>2008-11-12T15:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:32:43.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY IS THE DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>That we get fancy cable!! And a dvr!!! So just let us know what you want recorded. And you can come watch tv shows with us. Don't expect to see me or Michelle outside of our house except dragging ourselves to work and rushing home in the afternoon, cuz we got SERIOUS TV now! Like we're real adults. So do you want to know what we're doing this weekend? We'll be wearing our sweatsuits and slippers and watching college football on the mtn and texting Lee and Nathaniel the whole time. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-367123645014764711?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/367123645014764711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=367123645014764711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/367123645014764711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/367123645014764711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day.html' title='TODAY IS THE DAY!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8019655938515429699</id><published>2008-11-12T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:29:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDES!!!</title><content type='html'>Gas at the Maverick station right by my work is only $2.07!! You should go there! And!! AND!!! You can get Abuelita hot cocoa from the machine and it's QUE RICO!!! Are you pinching yourself? I still am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8019655938515429699?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8019655938515429699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8019655938515429699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8019655938515429699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8019655938515429699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/dudes.html' title='DUDES!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6373398353905369144</id><published>2008-11-04T18:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:29:01.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Turns Out...</title><content type='html'>I learned that I am very sensitive to the placebo effect. I learned this at a recent doctor's visit. He was asking me about my reaction to a medication I was taking, and I told him I could feel the effects immediately. As in, that very day. I never thought anything of it. I just knew what the medication claimed to do, and it helped with the condition. I didn't think it was weird that it took no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I talked to him the other day, he said, "Just so you know, that medication takes 2 weeks to start working". Can you believe? So the improvement was all my brain making the change it was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I don't feel disclosing personal medical information over the internet, so I'm not going into detail about it. Who knows who's reading this? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I actually think it's exciting. I love the idea that my brain has a lot of faith and it can fix things. I wouldn't mind if every medication I was on was just a placebo. But I guess maybe that wouldn't work if I knew about it? Why take some sketchy, possibly harmful, and expensive medication when our brains can do the work for us? I'm sure it doesn't always work. But placebo science is fascinating to me. I've heard that a lot of doctors have started giving placebos in situations where no treatment has proven successful for a patient. I think it's a fine idea. But it seems that if you are a patient and you've tried many different medications and none of them have worked for you, doesn't it seem like the placebo effect would be weaker for you? Like maybe your expectations for improvement are lower because you haven't witnessed positive results? I'm not totally sure how it works. Anyone know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6373398353905369144?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6373398353905369144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6373398353905369144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6373398353905369144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6373398353905369144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-it-turns-out.html' title='As It Turns Out...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7892711904224353913</id><published>2008-11-04T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:17:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Michelle and I decided</title><content type='html'>That we are the managers of our entrance of our apartment building. I tried to Allison that since Rick moved out, Michelle and I would be the new managers of our whole apartment building. But she wasn't having it. She did not think we have the authority to do so. And she may be right about that. Helen hasn't given us keys to all the apartments or anything. And also we're just girl, so we can't do a lot of stuff. And we don't know how to fix anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that we could be the new managers of our apartment entrance. So that's apartments 6,7, and 8. We all go in the same door. And Michelle and I have lived here longer than CK and Allison, so it only makes sense for us to be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is mostly just a heads up. If you need the upstairs girls for anything, it might be helpful to go through us first. We'll have their schedules posted on our wall. And just to let you know, since this is a big responsibility, I may be busy more often and it may be EVEN HARDER to get ahold of me. Didn't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was possible, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of Michelle and my new schedule, we'll be checking on those girls daily to make sure everything is running smoothly in their apartments and in their lives. And we consider ourselves lucky because most apartment managers only get to have a professional "hands off" relationship with the people in the building. But since we're friends with these girls, it can be more hands on. We're going to give out plenty of hugs where they're needed and give out relationship advice. And even on certain occasions, you might find us crying together with our tenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you feel jealous that you don't have this relationship with your apartment entrance manager. Maybe you should move into our building? Or at least learn from our example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7892711904224353913?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7892711904224353913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7892711904224353913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7892711904224353913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7892711904224353913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-michelle-and-i-decided.html' title='So Michelle and I decided'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4462293693124511555</id><published>2008-11-04T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:57:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Git 'eem!! Git 'eem!!</title><content type='html'>If you were at the last BYU home football game, maybe you overheard me shouting this in the stands. But maybe it wasn't me. Maybe it was one of the other many women there who were also shouting this when we were cheering on our defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to share a tiny secret about myself. I'm way into sports right now (relatively speaking)! And it's not even to please a boy. I'm so stoked about the NBA season starting. And I finally agreed to let Michelle get fancy cable for our home so that we can have the Mtn to watch college football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last weekend when BYU was playing Colorado State, I was freaking out. But that was a really close and exciting game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I just shared something really personal and embarrassing about myself. So please don't judge me. And please, let's keep this between us. I've always thought sports were silly and pointless. And honestly I still do in a way, but I can also see their value. And I think getting really into a sporting event is a great way to relieve stress somehow. Don't ask me how. And don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4462293693124511555?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4462293693124511555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4462293693124511555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4462293693124511555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4462293693124511555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/11/git-eem-git-eem.html' title='Git &apos;eem!! Git &apos;eem!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1573557945538387725</id><published>2008-10-27T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:36:36.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure you've been wondering about what ever happened to Michelle, her bike, her poor concept of bike care, and her low expectations of robbers' abilities, right? Well over the course of the last couple of weeks, things have happened. A couple of days after my first post she took her bike out of the living room and put it in our entry way (where her old bike is). I guess that was a compromise of not having it take up valuable living room space while not having it unlocked outside--free reign for meth-addicted robbers. There it sat in our entry way for about 2 weeks. Luckily it didn't get stolen even though it wasn't locked. I think the only real problem that occurred was that it impeded the moving out that was going on upstairs (our friend is getting married). About a week ago I noticed evidence that a bike lock had been purchased (I saw the plastic case that the lock was sold in sitting on the counter), but still not locked up.... UNTIL yesterday! It's locked up happily outside on our tiny fence on the other side of mine. Hopefully our neighb won't mind that michelle's bike is on her side of the little fence. I wonder if she asked her if it'd be okay... Anyway, I'm happy about this story's happy ending. It just goes to show that passively aggressively complaining about someone on your blog DOES INDEED heed the desired results!! So carry on, everyone! Maybe it just takes time, but eventually things will happen. No need to confront problems directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me try this. I really wish SLC would do a better job sweeping their glorious wide streets so I didn't get so many flat tires!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1573557945538387725?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1573557945538387725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1573557945538387725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1573557945538387725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1573557945538387725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7375581549896112034</id><published>2008-10-11T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:32:32.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't This Weird?</title><content type='html'>You might need to click on this picture to enlarge it so you can see it better. But the other night I looked down at my hand and i had a scratch on my hand that was the perfect shape of a little red arrow. So weird, huh? I wondered if it was trying to point me to something. Like to my destiny. But nothing happened (that I know of) and now the arrow scratch is gone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SPGL31AjQYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AhFLTNjPYzY/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SPGL31AjQYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AhFLTNjPYzY/s200/IMG_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256136031356535170" 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/4576077812692850498-7375581549896112034?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7375581549896112034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7375581549896112034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7375581549896112034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7375581549896112034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-this-weird.html' title='Isn&apos;t This Weird?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SPGL31AjQYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AhFLTNjPYzY/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5101864903251354128</id><published>2008-10-09T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:25:53.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not To Be Rude, But...</title><content type='html'>I think someone should steal Michelle's bike (again). Not in a mean way, though. I just think it's high time this debutante learns a thing or two about responsibility. She bought this neat bike. It's an old ten speed. It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; neat, but it gets the job done. And she has replaced and repaired the tires AND tubes a couple times now. So you'd think she'd be invested in her bike. Not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's too lazy to go buy a bike lock. Do you want to know what she's doing right now? She's taking a nap on the couch. Do you want to know where her bike is right now? It's sitting in our tiny living room. But most of the time lately it's been sitting outside our apartment. She leans it up against Allison's bike, which is locked up. Michelle's theory is that robbers are too dumb to look closely and notice that the bikes aren't actually locked up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I beg to differ. Although robbers are dumb (like stealing MY crappy old laptop for meth money), they are actually quite resourceful, and when they see something they want, they go for it. Even to the extent that they might look closely enough to see that the bike isn't locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish Michelle had this same level of ambition as meth addicted robbers have. Instead, she idly sits on our sofa. Sleeping the day away. Probably hoping for new material for her dream blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5101864903251354128?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5101864903251354128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5101864903251354128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5101864903251354128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5101864903251354128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-to-be-rude-but.html' title='Not To Be Rude, But...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-977897299109735974</id><published>2008-10-05T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:31:17.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamale Dinner Party Dinner Special Night.</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics from our most recent tamale party. They were incredibly delishus. Sorry if I posted a picture of you against your will. We had homemade tamales (yum) and homemade saltsa (yum) and homemade guac (yum) and a pineapple (yum) and we ate them on our cute little back patio (adorable) and we lit little candles and surrounded our dining area with cute little candles (even more adorable). Oh, and for dessert Chris made homemade apple empanadas (YUM) and DH brought really amazing fried icecream (it came in an icecream box from Smeeyus. So brilliant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a wonderful night, right? Well, it was. But like they say, every outdoor tamale party has to have its fair share of snail attackers, right? After this lovely dining experience, I was ready for bed. But I was stopped by a little squeal from my hoonmate. Turns out we had more visitors than we expected. We brought in 3 ginormous snails with our tamales. Gross! They were crawling all over the tamales and our dishrack. We had to tug to get that slime ball to let go of our silverware holder. EW. And the worst part was that we had to throw away the leftover tamales. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgYXSmkrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GMRE2olQE6E/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgYXSmkrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GMRE2olQE6E/s200/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906780733739698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgYsFGQkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NDCI-lBzNeg/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgYsFGQkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NDCI-lBzNeg/s200/IMG_0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906786314240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgY-ZrG6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FlnLH0qzMSs/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgY-ZrG6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FlnLH0qzMSs/s200/IMG_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906791232379810" 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/4576077812692850498-977897299109735974?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/977897299109735974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=977897299109735974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/977897299109735974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/977897299109735974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/tamale-dinner-party-dinner-special.html' title='Tamale Dinner Party Dinner Special Night.'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmgYXSmkrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GMRE2olQE6E/s72-c/IMG_0564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-819757152290960656</id><published>2008-10-05T23:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:18:41.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Vistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are some pictures from DH &amp;amp; my romantic drive up in the mountains. He took turns climbing into a log. And the leaves were really beautiful too, but I realize that I didn't take any beautiful leaf pics cuz I was way too into taking creepy pics of DH. Oh, and we went to Dick's to get milkshakes and this mean old lady bossed us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmelnj_NZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B57RzdxQ8bI/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmelnj_NZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B57RzdxQ8bI/s200/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253904809416668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmel2HUOlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/X31Snbu39MI/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmel2HUOlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/X31Snbu39MI/s200/IMG_0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253904813322943058" 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/4576077812692850498-819757152290960656?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/819757152290960656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=819757152290960656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/819757152290960656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/819757152290960656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/mountain-vistas.html' title='Mountain Vistas'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SOmelnj_NZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B57RzdxQ8bI/s72-c/IMG_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5077334406016494848</id><published>2008-10-05T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:05:04.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm better than you...</title><content type='html'>I'm better than you because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ride my bike everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which means that I love the earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I'm not fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I own the streets and feel like I can do anything I want when I'm riding my bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my bike gets 8 miles to the organic banana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So you better watch out for me on the streets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I'm not going to look around for anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5077334406016494848?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5077334406016494848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5077334406016494848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5077334406016494848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5077334406016494848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-better-than-you.html' title='I&apos;m better than you...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2311138185002457030</id><published>2008-09-16T17:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:13:42.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great State of Utah Great State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7rQiqVeI/AAAAAAAAAII/qyxtE6vm0LY/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7rQiqVeI/AAAAAAAAAII/qyxtE6vm0LY/s200/IMG_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759180247389666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great State of Utah Greatest State Fair of the World, by Lady Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my homegirls at the Utah State Fair Great State Fair Experience. (I am the bottom left pear. Hoon is top left. AJ is top right. Natcakes is bottom right pear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us the fair was a wonderful experience. We saw many animals and many beautiful and interesting things. For example we saw this beautiful baby girl that someone crafted with her own hands! Blue ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7rl1fxfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PkMH50iuRWs/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7rl1fxfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PkMH50iuRWs/s200/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759185963533810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another example we saw kernel pops. Both clever and cute! And even TASTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7r1OlPpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4Y3yNIWOFRs/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7r1OlPpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4Y3yNIWOFRs/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759190095281810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and DH pretending to be apples. These are the foods which we wish we ate. Unfortunately however we ate many funnel cakes, and fried twinkies, and navajo tacos, all of which made us ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7sb_yKAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gp8Z1fXWFAA/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7sb_yKAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gp8Z1fXWFAA/s200/IMG_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759200502196226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a both where you can buy these unhealthful foods, like a fried peanut butter &amp;amp; jelly sandwich! (battered &amp;amp; fried crustable). Please note the look on young excited girl's face. This is how the fair makes each one of us feel in general. Full of surprise and anticipation. My only regret, I didn't take a picture of Lord Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7sj_TnRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7BuezMTIVMA/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7sj_TnRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7BuezMTIVMA/s200/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246759202647678226" 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/4576077812692850498-2311138185002457030?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2311138185002457030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2311138185002457030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2311138185002457030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2311138185002457030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-state-of-utah-great-state-fair.html' title='The Great State of Utah Great State Fair'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SNA7rQiqVeI/AAAAAAAAAII/qyxtE6vm0LY/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4230481531063337880</id><published>2008-08-19T18:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:33:13.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RED COATS ARE COMING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SKtklWqAyxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/we9yIoTRCzs/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SKtklWqAyxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/we9yIoTRCzs/s200/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389584648063762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just got back from a little trip to Boston. I'd never been there before. It's a pretty neat place. Lots of history.  While I was there I had this ongoing joke in my head  about running  around screaming hysterically, "THE RED COATS ARE COMING!!!" just to see if that still gets any sort of reaction in bean town.  I don't know. It was probably WAY funnier in my head.  I bet no one would even care now if the red coats were coming. Kind of sad, really. We were passing through the park and we saw these red coats.  They were marching nobly through the park, so we followed them.  They were encouraging people to follow them. But then I realized that it's actually probably a horrible idea to follow a big group of red coats. I bet they were leading us straight to some big trap. These people may seem benign now, but they still have a score to settle. So luckily we didn't follow them long before we came to our senses and moved on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SKtkl30bRaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DiQdrG-FxQw/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SKtkl30bRaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DiQdrG-FxQw/s200/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389593550112162" 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/4576077812692850498-4230481531063337880?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4230481531063337880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4230481531063337880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4230481531063337880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4230481531063337880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-coats-are-coming.html' title='THE RED COATS ARE COMING!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SKtklWqAyxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/we9yIoTRCzs/s72-c/IMG_0487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8617608920257580941</id><published>2008-08-16T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:36:45.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Michael Phelps Have A Dad?</title><content type='html'>Does Michael Phelps have a dad??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8617608920257580941?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8617608920257580941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8617608920257580941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8617608920257580941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8617608920257580941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-michael-phelps-have-dad.html' title='Does Michael Phelps Have A Dad?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1825812041642783151</id><published>2008-08-11T10:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:14:25.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Waste Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hooveranimals.com/images/dont_waste_utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://hooveranimals.com/images/dont_waste_utah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe some of you who grew up in Utah, or at least lived in Utah in the 80s would remember the clever ad campaign, "Don't Waste Utah", in which this hottie and his dog single-handedly fought the good fight against litter bugs on our remote Utah highways? Well these commercials left a lasting impression on me. I probably do a lot of foolish things to destroy the environment and I don't always make the effort to offset my carbon footprint, but you can believe I NEVER litter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately my hoon-mate wasn't raised in Utah. She's from Arizona. Apparently in Arizona the ad campaign down there was something more like, "If There's Something In Your Car That You Don't Want In There, Don't Just Leave It Till You Get To A Gas Station, Throw It Out The Window." And maybe there was some comparable hottie and his dog, driving down the remote highways of AZ getting annoyed by cups and garbage in the car and throwing them out the window? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously there's a story that goes along with this diatribe. The other day we went up to beautiful Bear Lake. We swam in the cool clear blue waters. We napped upon the sandy beaches. Ahhhh... When we left my hoon-mate decided that she needed to try one of the famous Bear Lake raspberry milkshakes. Pretty good idea. The little place was so crowded and slow, so she just ate it in the car as we drove home. Well, she got to the point where she'd enjoyed as much of that shake as she cared to enjoy. I was sitting in the backseat. I wasn't sure what was going on, but she rolled down her window, reached over for something, and next thing I know, she threw that milkshake out the window and onto that remote, pristine northern Utah highway. She said she felt bad, but she didn't know what to do with it. I guess it would have been foolish to just leave it in the cup holder until we got to a gas station.  Or at least waited until we got to Wyoming to throw it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I guess, Who am I to judge? She wasn't raised the same way as me. She didn't know any better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1825812041642783151?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1825812041642783151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1825812041642783151' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1825812041642783151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1825812041642783151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-waste-utah.html' title='Don&apos;t Waste Utah'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2369021932986872256</id><published>2008-08-09T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:54:59.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wolfgangsvault.com/images/catalog/detail/GAP0017-03-FP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.wolfgangsvault.com/images/catalog/detail/GAP0017-03-FP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to say... I miss Jerry. Still. Even after all these years. Yes, I'm a hippie. I'm not ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-2369021932986872256?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2369021932986872256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2369021932986872256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2369021932986872256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2369021932986872256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/08/aug-9th.html' title='Aug 9th'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7896255646788911256</id><published>2008-08-05T13:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:40:10.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Offense But...</title><content type='html'>I don't think motorcycles are cool. Hardly at all. Well, maybe a little bit. But for how deadly and dangerous they are, the coolness of them does not compare. It kind of annoys me when people on motorcycles weave through traffic on the freeway and ride down the shoulder or between lanes when there's a traffic jam, and then they complain that we need to "start seeing motorcycles". Kinda ridic if you think about it.  And I have no evidence for saying this, but I think they probably lower sperm count...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7896255646788911256?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7896255646788911256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7896255646788911256' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7896255646788911256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7896255646788911256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-offense-but.html' title='No Offense But...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7853498947823228098</id><published>2008-07-30T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:55:32.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Elephant!!</title><content type='html'>So if you're a friend or family member of mine, this is a GREAT time to have a baby. I'm way into crafting right now (mostly just sewing). And now that we finally got an air conditioner in our apartment it's actually bearable to sew.  I made this elephant for Minky last night. I worked fast and diligently and I think it's really cute, but don't look too close. It has its flaws, just like all of us. I don't know if these pics will do it justice cuz it really is cute and I'm not ashamed to brag. And the fabric is flannel, so it'll be all soft and cuddly for a little baby boy. I just hope the buttons won't kill anyone. I really doubt if they will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxLap0VSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FKiqeKQEwnA/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxLap0VSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FKiqeKQEwnA/s200/IMG_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944345812718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxIhC1BxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SjGa_JTwbXI/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxIhC1BxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SjGa_JTwbXI/s200/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944295988627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxIFzJM0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/KkpC761phfs/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxIFzJM0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/KkpC761phfs/s200/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228944288675083074" 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/4576077812692850498-7853498947823228098?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7853498947823228098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7853498947823228098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7853498947823228098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7853498947823228098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-elephant.html' title='Another Elephant!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDxLap0VSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FKiqeKQEwnA/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8173141824458530921</id><published>2008-07-30T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:49:50.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDwASsXiYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/grhaGJ_T51U/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDwASsXiYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/grhaGJ_T51U/s200/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228943055185742210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That I cut like 10 inches off my hair? I hope everyone will still like me. And no, I didn't donate it. I would have, but I think it wasn't quite long enough, and since it had been a year since I last cut my hair, I figured they wouldn't want my raggedy split endy hair for wigs anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8173141824458530921?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8173141824458530921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8173141824458530921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8173141824458530921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8173141824458530921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SJDwASsXiYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/grhaGJ_T51U/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3345760302821888049</id><published>2008-07-29T00:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:53:58.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU KNOW YOUR REAL AGE???????</title><content type='html'>So I'm a total sucker for online quizzes. A lot of them are dumb, but I really liked this one. It asks a bunch of questions about your lifestyle and then it tells you your real age. It told me that my real age is 5 yrs younger than my fake age!! I think that's pretty good. I think it would have gone even younger if I knew off the top of my head how many milligrams of certain vitamins and minerals are in the multivitamin I take. My score was helped a lot by the fact that I always wear my seatbelt, I don't smoke, I don't ride a motorcycle, I eat lots of veggies and no red meat. My score would go up if I had a dog or a cat as a pet. I thought that was pretty interesting. If you have something to snuggle you feel less stress and petting a small domestic animal can actually lower your blood pressure. Maybe I should let hoon get a kitty after all. Here's the link. What's YOUR real age??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramailer.realage.com/ct/click?q=ac-RbNtQ0UMoLyuUMdELWNz0YmOVjzV" target="_blank" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);"&gt;http://www.realage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3345760302821888049?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3345760302821888049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3345760302821888049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3345760302821888049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3345760302821888049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-your-real-age.html' title='DO YOU KNOW YOUR REAL AGE???????'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2192449338273576287</id><published>2008-07-28T17:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:45:22.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Personal Library</title><content type='html'>So I have a habit of collecting books lately. Lots of books. That's all I really ever want to buy. So as it turns out, I have a lot of books. And I'm happy about that. I love owning the books I love. I have trouble with library books because I don't do well with deadlines. And also I really love being able to underline my favorite parts from books and going back to them at later times. But now my room is spewing over with books. So, I am making everyone an offer. I hate to see these books sitting on my shelf. Mostly only to be read once. If anyone, who is mostly responsible and trustworthy, would like to borrow books from me, I'd gladly lend them out. I mean, if you know that you're not good at borrowing stuff and you lose and ruin books, maybe you shouldn't take me up on my offer. I mean, I might hesitate to lend myself a book, but in the end I think I'd do it. And I want to thank all of you who have entrusted me with your book lendings. And I want to apologize to you who have lent me books (and other things) that I have borrowed and never returned. Anyway, if you want a list of my books, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-2192449338273576287?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2192449338273576287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2192449338273576287' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2192449338273576287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2192449338273576287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-own-personal-library.html' title='My Own Personal Library'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6129262487006186387</id><published>2008-07-28T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:16:29.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Short Story Derby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1heckofaguy.com/wp-content/photos/bird%20by%20bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1heckofaguy.com/wp-content/photos/bird%20by%20bird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there has been set forth a challenge this summer to write the best short story. Well, not the best in the world. Just out of some of my friends. And we're actually not even really looking for the "best". It's more of a celebration than a contest.  I'm really excited about it, so I hope it's really happening. People have been very silent about it, so I hope it's a sign that people are busily writing and keeping their ideas for an end of summer surprise. I've been intrigued by the short story format for some time. It seems so doable to me. Maybe I'm fooling myself. A novel seems impossible. But a short story, on the other hand, seems like something a regular gal like me might be able to do. I've been reading and listening to a lot of short stories over the past few months. I can't get enough of them. My favorite thing about them is that, well, they are short. I love the idea of getting any sort of theme or message or even something interesting into such a small space. The author needs to be calculated with what he or she leaves in or out. I'm partial to Russian authors lately, so I've read some Chekov, Babel, Gogol... But I've also been reading Italo Calvino, Jorge Luis Borges... hmmm... mostly foreign. But that's probably okay. Anyway, to help me along my journey I got this book at the biggest and definitely one of the greatest bookstores I've ever been to--Powell's in downtown Portland.  It was highly recommended. So far I like it, but even though she's stating the opposite, I still feel like I have to be born to write, or not at all. It doesn't really seem like a learned thing. And I enjoy writing, but it's not like I can't seem to stop myself or that it's all I can think about or anything. So I guess we'll see how it goes. Anyway, this book is called Bird By Bird by Anne Lamott. If you can't read the subtitle it says, "Some Instructions on Writing and Life". Sounds a little cheesy. No offense. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6129262487006186387?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6129262487006186387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6129262487006186387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6129262487006186387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6129262487006186387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-short-story-derby.html' title='Summer Short Story Derby!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8156195857157378476</id><published>2008-07-28T01:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:12:30.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>Sew... I don't want to mislead anyone into thinking that I've been crafty lately. I've been lazy. It's too hot to sew, and it's definitely WAY too hot to knit or crochet. But I've finally loaded some pictures of recentish projects onto my computer. I have aspirations for some upcoming projects, sew I feel that's good enough for now. We don't have real air-conditioning in my apartment, sew I'm going to wait a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my adorable mom and the apron I made her for Mothers Day. She knew that I was making her an apron because I told her I wanted to make her an apron. But I don't think she knew how cute it was going to be. I mean, look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w_N95-5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UqZZvxq_KSE/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w_N95-5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UqZZvxq_KSE/s200/IMG_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227958973830396818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w_VwkMqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/INyGq8gBAH8/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w_VwkMqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/INyGq8gBAH8/s200/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227958975921926818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an elephant that I made for my friend's baby. I tried to finish it before the baby shower,  but of course I didn't get it done in time. And when it comes to giving gifts, I either have to give it to the recipient right away, or they probably won't get it for about a year. So now the elephant is done, but I keep forgetting to give it to my friend. I don't know what my problem is. I'm getting old. My mom told me not to use buttons for the eyes because the baby will choke on them and die and I really don't want to kill anyone's babies. But I used the tiniest buttons the store had for the tiny elephant eyes. I think these shouldn't kill any babies. I think they're small enough that the baby can easily swallow it if it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w__QSLfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qoVSKBR52A8/s200/IMG_0352.JPG" /&gt;   &lt;img class="preview" style="width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1xALPt0sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DRMyeLTz_8/s200/IMG_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8156195857157378476?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8156195857157378476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8156195857157378476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8156195857157378476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8156195857157378476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI1w_N95-5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/UqZZvxq_KSE/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7220160041885718146</id><published>2008-07-23T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:18:53.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Doug Fabrizio???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kued.org/imageResize.php?id=1497&amp;amp;size=175&amp;amp;resizeOn=w&amp;amp;quality=h"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.kued.org/imageResize.php?id=1497&amp;amp;size=175&amp;amp;resizeOn=w&amp;amp;quality=h" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone know where he is? He's been gone for like 3 weeks!!! This is torture! I mean, no offense Jennifer Napier-Pierce or Jenny Brundine, But you are NOT D-fab. I wonder if we should worry about him? Maybe he's out of the country? I MISS HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7220160041885718146?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7220160041885718146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7220160041885718146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7220160041885718146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7220160041885718146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheres-doug-fabrizio.html' title='Where&apos;s Doug Fabrizio???'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7440582991669436747</id><published>2008-07-21T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:22:27.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Babies</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing a lot of this lately, "WHA???!!! You don't read my blog??? Every single day???" Wahhh, Wahhh. Cry me a river, babies.  And I'm getting sick of it. So I just wanted to clear the air. And I'd really like to beat some of these people down (NOT an imminent threat). I'm REALLY sorry that I don't read everyone's blogs all the time. Really sorry. It doesn't mean that I don't value you as a person or think you're not funny and clever or that I don't think you have the cutest kids or that you aren't preparing to have the best wedding ever. It's not. Really. I enjoy reading blogs when I can. I like anonymously keeping up on what my friends are doing without actually having to talk to them, just like everybody else. But I just try to avoid the internet as much as possible in general. And if it makes you feel any better, I seldom check my own blog, as you can clearly see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, don't come back at me with any passive aggressive remarks about how you're "Just going to stop reading my blog" or talk crap on me on your blog called "the daily uncool", cuz that just doesn't bother me. Well, the whining does get to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel flattered when people read my blog or comment on it. I think it's nice to know people care and want to read and comment. But if you choose not to read or comment, I won't be hurt or offended and I certainly will never say to you, "Remember on my blog when I said that really awesome thing?.... WHA??? You never read my blog every day???? But it's so FUNNY!!!" I guess that I place my self-worth in other things. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a deal, I'LL read your blog any chance I get, cuz honestly I think your blog is funny, interesting, I think you have the cutest kids, I think your wedding will be amazing, and I want to KIT; and YOU can read my blog whenever you feel like it and if you feel wounded because I'm not giving your blog enough TLC, well I support you in boycotting my blog. Deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7440582991669436747?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7440582991669436747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7440582991669436747' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7440582991669436747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7440582991669436747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-babies.html' title='Blog Babies'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5136263649987389393</id><published>2008-06-27T15:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:27:18.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance vs. American Idol</title><content type='html'>I just want to rant for a moment. I'm addicted to SYTYCD. I have dancing dreams and I like to pretend that I have a secret life as a dancer. And some hidden talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how SYTYCD is like the AI of dancing. However, let me point some things out. 1) For the most part I HATE cover songs. There are a lot of exceptions, but it's typically when the musicians do something interesting or unique or cool with it. But when post-teens on AI sing cover songs, they typically do NOT do anything other than utterly destroy and bring shame to the original.&lt;br /&gt;2) AI is BORING!!! Have you ever actually tried to sit and watch that show??? So painful.&lt;br /&gt;3) The overall talent level on AI is much lower. A bunch of pubescents who have had way to much alone time with their karaoke machines, or rock band or whatever. You can't get on SYTYCD by merely playing too much dance dance revolution.&lt;br /&gt;4) Another point on talent, SYTYCD actually has super awesome choreographers from various genres of dance and they work with the dancers and they come up with amazing &amp;amp; creative dances. Don't get me wrong, the dancers are amazingly talented, but combine them with these choreographers and it's actually impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus points:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mary--the wannabe Marie Osmond is probably the most obnoxious person on the earth and I think she knows that and is pleased and that makes me hate her even more.&lt;br /&gt;2) I really hate that all of these America's choice shows think they can take up 2 nights of your week. Greedy. We have other things to do. And more importantly other tv shows to watch. I get that they need to count the votes of the American people, but seriously. It's ridic.&lt;br /&gt;3) I get that it's partly the judges and partly the American people who get to determine who can dance and who can't. I get that. But it bugs me when they give the judges time right before the American people cast their votes to allow the judges to put in their 2 cents to try to sway the American people. I think we already heard enough of them throughout the show. This should be our time, as the American people, to have OUR voices heard. Not just regurgitation of judges' opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my thoughts. Surely more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5136263649987389393?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5136263649987389393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5136263649987389393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5136263649987389393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5136263649987389393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-you-think-you-can-dance-vs-american.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance vs. American Idol'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3534961034727287974</id><published>2008-06-20T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:19:33.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Chocolate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chocolate-world.net/images/Chocolate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chocolate-world.net/images/Chocolate.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have some important words to say about chocolate. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Well, I think about it a lot in general.  Probably more than the average human. But more recently than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate. A lot. It's like you put this smooth, comforting little brown chunk of stuff in your mouth. And it makes out with you from inside your mouth. Sorry if that was too graphic. It really does make me feel happy. And it's gotten me through some rough times.  I know there are people in this world who don't like chocolate. I'm not one of those people. And neither is Cathy. But I've been trying to explore some of the possible reasons why people might not like chocolate. Here are some that I've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You haven't ever had good chocolate. I mean GOOD chocolate. I don't claim to be any sort of chocolate snob or connoisseur. Not even at all. But all chocolate is NOT created equally. And there is a difference between good chocolate and crap. If all you've ever had is a hershey's bar, go do yourself a favor and go try something good.&lt;br /&gt;2) You don't know how to eat chocolate. I personally cringe when I see someone take a big bite of a chocolate bar, chew it up quick, and swallow it. It's just not right. You have to let it soak on your tongue for a while to allow it to work it's magic. If you don't, you're missing the whole point and all the joy that comes.&lt;br /&gt;3) You're immature. Maybe you're one of those people who, when your sweet tooth perks up, you go looking for some skittles, smarties, pixie stix, fun dip lick-a-maid, or whatever? Well, congratulations to you for being able to read this blog at only 7 years old! That's a big accomplishment!! Oh, and if you're over 7 and those candies sound good to you, maybe it's time to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;4) You're not a real woman yet. This reason is pretty similar to the last reason. Being a real, natural woman, I know that I need chocolate. I know how important and useful it is. I'm not saying that it's just for women, but when you become a real woman, you'll know you're there because you'll know when you need chocolate. Not saying this doesn't happen to men too. But I just know from a real woman's perspective. And if you're a real man, you'll be capable of providing the woman in your life with the chocolate that she needs.&lt;br /&gt;5) You have no libido. Maybe this is too harsh? And I don't actually have any evidence to prove this is true, but it's something to consider.&lt;br /&gt;6) You like to punish yourself. You think it makes you a better person to deny yourself good and beautiful things in life. And maybe you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have some more reasons, but this is where I'm starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3534961034727287974?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3534961034727287974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3534961034727287974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3534961034727287974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3534961034727287974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-thoughts-on-chocolate.html' title='My Thoughts on Chocolate...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6602414927372078472</id><published>2008-06-18T14:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:13:52.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes? Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SFl6gNxKCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GD970VosoUI/s1600-h/old+bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SFl6gNxKCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GD970VosoUI/s200/old+bicycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213332737528302082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose the most reasonable follow-up to my moaning about ridic gas prices is to praise my bike. And bikes in general. What a brilliant invention. Lately anytime I'm going anywhere around town, I ride my bike. I love doing bike errands. I ride to the movies, to the markets, to the parties, and restaurants. AND I'm getting an awesome work out in the meantime. AND I have awesome conversations and encounters with people on the streets of Salt Lake. My favorite--a couple of days ago I was riding my bike down to the gateway to see a movie with mp &amp;amp; cf. I was waiting at a red stop light. A little hunched over old lady with long gray braids was shuffling across the street. She looked up at me and said in a thick accent, "Oh goodie, goodie! I was buy a new bicycle too!" and it was maybe the cutest thing that's ever happened to me. All I could do was smile and say, oh good! Also, last week I rode my bike to lil em's wedding at the SLC temple. For some reason riding my bike to someone's wedding was a thrilling experience. Unfortunately for me it was a breezy day and I was wearing a billowy dress, so I think I might have given some homeless dudes downtown a show. But I don't regret it. Maybe someday I'll figure a way to ride my bike to my own wedding. Bikes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6602414927372078472?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6602414927372078472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6602414927372078472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6602414927372078472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6602414927372078472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/06/bikes-yay.html' title='Bikes? Yay!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SFl6gNxKCgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GD970VosoUI/s72-c/old+bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1851062357211703695</id><published>2008-05-14T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:02:29.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices? Ridic!!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's really shocking. I remember when I was 18 and I worked in Yosemite and we were driving through the Sierras and I saw a gas station in the mountains and the gas was $1.80. I was dumbfounded. I wanted to stop and take a picture because I was sure no one back home would believe that gas was so expensive anywhere... Man. If I could turn back time. If I could find a way.&lt;br /&gt;    So because of this I've done some thinking. I hate to break it to some of you, but if you don't live close enough that I can walk or ride my bike to your house, I don't think we can be friends anymore. It's been fun and you all mean a lot to me, but I don't see any other way. But I will let you know if any more apartments become available in my building so that EVERYONE I know can live with me. We could start a commune!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1851062357211703695?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1851062357211703695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1851062357211703695' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1851062357211703695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1851062357211703695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/gas-prices-ridic.html' title='Gas Prices? Ridic!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3169568539914906531</id><published>2008-05-12T05:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:00:57.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Inspirational Thoughts on Blonde on Blonde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCgo6xuS-CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8FBm-SQBhtY/s1600-h/blonde+on+blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCgo6xuS-CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8FBm-SQBhtY/s200/blonde+on+blonde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199450760044279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was 14 and my brother was getting ready to go on his mission, I hurried and made some trips to Radioshack to buy some blank 90 min cassette tapes so I could copy some of his cd's before he packed them all up and didn't want me to touch them. One of the tapes I made was Blonde on Blonde.  This album has been a timeless masterpiece and a source of continual inspiration to me. It's the kind of album that I can listen to for years and years and never get sick of. I listen to it still, in fact, this morning. Unlike a lot of other albums I was into when I was 14, I don't just listen to this for nostalgic purposes. It still affects me. I don't claim to be any kind of Dylan expert, but to me his tone in this album has a sarcastic, bitter edge--like someone has who has been deeply wounded but is only passively able to admit it. There are lyrics in this album that have stuck with me for over 10 years since I first started listening to it. And just like old Mormon ladies and their fascination with James Christensen paintings, I keep discovering some new magical tidbit that I never noticed before and it inspires me. I'm going to remark on some of the album highlights for me.&lt;br /&gt;    First of all, Rainy Day Women #12 &amp;amp; 35... no offense Bob. I think you're a genius and this album is nearly flawless, but I almost always skip this song. For some reason it doesn't sit right with me. I allow myself one skip on every Bob Dylan album. Blood on the Tracks--Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts. New Morning--When Dogs Run Free. You get the picture. Anyway. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;    Visions of Johanna--beautiful, beautiful song. Never in all my days on this earth will I get tired of this song. My favorite line that I've loved since high school  is, "Inside the museum, infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while..." I love it. So deep. It speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;    I Want You--Okay. The chorus of this song is, "I want you. I want you. I want you. So bad." I love it. Is there any other song that is more straight forward without being crude? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;    Temporary Like Achilles--"I'm trying to read your portrait but I'm helpless, like a rich man's child". I've known some rich men's children in my lifetime and it's true. They can be pretty helpless. This line has popped into my head on many occasions dealing with these people. (Love you though!!!)&lt;br /&gt;    Leopard Skin Pill-box Hat--"Well I see you got a new boyfriend, you know I've never seen him before, well I saw you makin' love to him, you forgot to close the garage door"... do I need to say more about this song??!!??&lt;br /&gt;    Most Likely You'll Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine--Okay, this is probably the most empowering song ever written, maybe after I Will Survive. In the chorus he says, "I'm gonna let you pass". I'm not totally sure what was going on in the story of this song, but it's kind of ambiguous who dumped who. But in my interpretation it's the kind of thing where you are the one who gets dumped or treated wrongly, but you still feel like you're coming out the victor. And although that may not be the case at all, you've told yourself that and you've done a pretty convincing job. It's kind of like reading "He's Just Not That Into You" and feeling awesome and empowered even when you've totally been rejected. This song has helped me through some pretty rough times.&lt;br /&gt;    4th Time Around--"I never took much. I never asked for your crutch. Now don't ask for mine." BOOM!!! That's a real eff-you if I ever heard one.&lt;br /&gt;    Huh. I just noticed a pattern. Unless my most inspirational line is in the chorus, it tends to be almost at the very end of the song. I wonder what that means. Sweet! I have a topic for my dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;    I hope you all enjoy this album as much as I do. Just don't tell me if you've never listened to it. That would be too embarrassing. Go borrow someone's cd and make a cassette tape and act like you've had it forev! Ha. jk. Does anyone else have any thoughts to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3169568539914906531?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3169568539914906531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3169568539914906531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3169568539914906531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3169568539914906531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-inspirational-thoughts-on-blonde.html' title='Some Inspirational Thoughts on Blonde on Blonde...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCgo6xuS-CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8FBm-SQBhtY/s72-c/blonde+on+blonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-6776236494633124548</id><published>2008-05-09T03:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:23:07.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Reading...</title><content type='html'>I thought I might share with you bloggers what I've been reading lately. Well, some of the things I've been reading. I have about 14 books next to my bed, all of which I dabble in occasionally. I've been reading a lot of psychology books. Have you ever heard of Csikszentmihalyi? He's fascinating. Here's an article that's a good overview: http://austega.com/education/articles/flow.htm&lt;br /&gt;I read a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Boredom and Anxiety&lt;/span&gt;. It 's about optimal experiences, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flow&lt;/span&gt;--where we do things that are not so easy that we're bored and not so difficult that we feel anxious (hence the name). It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a similar vein I've been reading some of Abraham Maslow's books. Similar to Csikszentmihalyi's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flow&lt;/span&gt;, Maslow writes about "peak experiences". Most people know him for his Hierarchy of Needs. It's all related. In order to be a self-actualizing person you need to have your basic needs met. If you are driven by deficiency in life you won't have the power to go beyond that. Right now I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toward a Psychology of Being&lt;/span&gt;. Fascinating too. I got this book at the library and I'm wishing I would have just bought it. There's so many things I want to underline and notes I want to take. Here's a link that has a good overview and a lot of exerpts: http://www.psychedelic-library.org/maslow.htm&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this isn't interesting to anyone, but I'm excited about it all and I thought I should share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-6776236494633124548?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/6776236494633124548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=6776236494633124548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6776236494633124548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/6776236494633124548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-ive-been-reading.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Reading...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5806003501687053373</id><published>2008-05-09T02:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:59:56.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Travelling ALONE!!</title><content type='html'>I also got to go to Vernal and Roosevelt for my job. I love it out there. I don't feel like I fit in because I don't drive a huge truck. In fact, I drove a Toyota Prius. Everyone out there must have thought I was a total sissy. One of my favorite places to go in Vernal is to the Vernal D.I.'s. Here is a picture of a seashell kitty that I wanted to buy, but not really. I thought I could share it with more people if I put it on my blog. Plus I'm getting a little crowded with creepy stuff in my apartment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQRQuHin5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Bi0XANU0Jo/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQRQuHin5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Bi0XANU0Jo/s200/IMG_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198298848847634322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the drive-in in Vernal. I hope to go there this summer. It looks really cool. The one in Roosevelt is cool too. It has a swingset in the front. I hope Melissa had a good 22nd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQRguHin6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZsIrYhNaPxg/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQRguHin6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZsIrYhNaPxg/s200/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198299123725541282" 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/4576077812692850498-5806003501687053373?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5806003501687053373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5806003501687053373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5806003501687053373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5806003501687053373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-travelling-alone.html' title='More Travelling ALONE!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQRQuHin5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6Bi0XANU0Jo/s72-c/IMG_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4750927433206069958</id><published>2008-05-09T02:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:52:54.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling ALONE!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a job that allows me to travel around the great state of Utah ALL BY MYSELF!!! greatest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me at the Goose Necks State Park in San Juan County. It was windy that day, so I had to wear my hood. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQPM-Hin3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_zIt8aSwJj0/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQPM-Hin3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_zIt8aSwJj0/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198296585399869298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is what it looks like there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQO8eHin2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/H7_lrJxicBA/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQO8eHin2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/H7_lrJxicBA/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198296301932027746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I drew a picture of it too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQPbeHin4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PmrXjrWESRg/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQPbeHin4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PmrXjrWESRg/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198296834507972482" 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/4576077812692850498-4750927433206069958?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4750927433206069958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4750927433206069958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4750927433206069958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4750927433206069958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/travelling-alone.html' title='Travelling ALONE!!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQPM-Hin3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/_zIt8aSwJj0/s72-c/IMG_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-3007183546980462995</id><published>2008-05-09T02:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:43:00.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I Made During General Conference...</title><content type='html'>I made this bag out of some flowery fabric I got at the D.I.'s and some other cute fabric. My friend Emilie taught me how to make it. CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQNVeHin0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TTA_x0-CmZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQNVeHin0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TTA_x0-CmZ0/s200/IMG_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198294532405501762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a belt I made out of an old sheet. No one showed me how to make these. Just common sense. It was really easy. And fun. I'll make you one for 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQNneHin1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/G8iZOXkPRUg/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQNneHin1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/G8iZOXkPRUg/s200/IMG_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198294841643147090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also made a super cute apron, but BLOGGER is having some technical difficulties with that picture, so I'll have to post it later. It's actually not totally finished, so maybe it's for the best anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-3007183546980462995?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/3007183546980462995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=3007183546980462995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3007183546980462995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/3007183546980462995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-i-made-during-general.html' title='Some Things I Made During General Conference...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SCQNVeHin0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/TTA_x0-CmZ0/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1697623587358886263</id><published>2008-04-10T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:04:54.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R_277xcy_6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/amgrlEfDNKA/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R_277xcy_6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/amgrlEfDNKA/s200/IMG_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187508981361475490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bad at giving people gifts. It's not that I don't care. I'm just slow. Not only that, but I'm slow in the worst possible way. Here is a picture of the afghan that I made for my friend Nicole's baby. Her baby shower was back in December, I think. I tried to hurry and finish it for the shower, but I couldn't quite get it done in time. I only had one row left to do. I'd only started a few days before, so it wasn't shocking that I wasn't able to get it done. So I gave her the incomplete afghan, but told her I'd finish it soon.... Well 4 months later I finally finished that one row and gave it to her at her birthday party. But I think she liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1697623587358886263?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1697623587358886263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1697623587358886263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1697623587358886263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1697623587358886263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/04/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='Better Late Than Never, Right?'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R_277xcy_6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/amgrlEfDNKA/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-8458332937741259896</id><published>2008-03-22T06:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T06:16:44.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAFTIVITY!!</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of crafting lately. Well, to put it more accurately, I've been preparing myself to do a lot of crafting lately. Danny got me a sewing machine for Christmas and I took a community sewing class that was great. I can't seem to stop buying patterns and craft books from the 70s. For some reason their crafts were far superior to our crafts today. Let me know if you ever want to make anything. I have lots of sewing, knitting, crocheting patterns. I also have a book about how to make fun bedrooms for your kids. I don't have kids, but it was such a cool book. I couldn't pass it up. There's a bunkbed that has a slide coming down from it!!! And another bunkbed that doesn't have a bed on the bottom, but rather a little art center. So cool. I want them for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pattern for Halloween costumes for kids. Let me know if you want to borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T3EQPTX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Cga4dsJAcIU/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T3EQPTX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Cga4dsJAcIU/s200/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180537123833601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a detail of each of the costumes&lt;br /&gt;An astronaut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T3ggPTX6I/AAAAAAAAADs/p-ceXtvNbyc/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T3ggPTX6I/AAAAAAAAADs/p-ceXtvNbyc/s200/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180537609164906402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Easter Bunny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T37APTX7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1XvBP8EVAyI/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T37APTX7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/1XvBP8EVAyI/s200/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538064431439794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Sassy Cheetah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T4NQPTX8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J16SWQk6_ps/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T4NQPTX8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J16SWQk6_ps/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538377964052418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which one I like best. I think I love them all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-8458332937741259896?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/8458332937741259896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=8458332937741259896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8458332937741259896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/8458332937741259896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/03/craftivity.html' title='CRAFTIVITY!!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T3EQPTX5I/AAAAAAAAADk/Cga4dsJAcIU/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5216774988936209151</id><published>2008-03-22T05:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T06:03:57.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Tip: How to Avoid the Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T0YAPTX4I/AAAAAAAAADc/dqYXzjj9XEA/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T0YAPTX4I/AAAAAAAAADc/dqYXzjj9XEA/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180534164601134978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how everyone is always trying to put in their 2 cents about how to cut an onion so you won't cry? All of the tips I've heard of and tried so far not only don't work, but they're TOTALLY RIDIC!!! I think my mom says to put a piece of bread under your top lip or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this brilliant new one. Swimming goggles. Yes, swimming goggles. It works. Try it! I LOVE cooking and many things I cook involve chopping onions, and since I no longer live with Nikki 6, I have to buck up and chop the onions myself. And I hate it. Or at least I did. Now it doesn't bother me at all. Try it. You'll want to thank me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5216774988936209151?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5216774988936209151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5216774988936209151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5216774988936209151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5216774988936209151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/03/cooking-tip-how-to-avoid-tears.html' title='Cooking Tip: How to Avoid the Tears'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R-T0YAPTX4I/AAAAAAAAADc/dqYXzjj9XEA/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-749286876467583745</id><published>2008-03-06T00:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:33:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Kirstie Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-bDnlCmkI/AAAAAAAAADU/UeETJbeQ-zI/s1600-h/136089628_cf10721f54_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-bDnlCmkI/AAAAAAAAADU/UeETJbeQ-zI/s200/136089628_cf10721f54_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174524983338244674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you ever feel sorry for her? The media loves to take pictures of Kirstie Alley looking her absolute worst. I think Kirstie has crossed some sort of threshold that I think paparazzi and gossip mags need to be aware of: She just doesn't care anymore. She's not concerned about looking hot on her way to make a burger run. She'll go out in her sweats any time, any day. You'd think at that the whole thing of stalking celebs and taking unflattering pictures of them to make them look bad would no longer be fun at that point. It's the same principle that causes some people who are being teased to turn the other cheek and not react and it makes the teaser finally give up. I know that Kirstie Alley is hardly in the lime light anymore. Surely this entry would have had its greatest impact a couple years ago during that whole fat actress thing. But the idea is the same. We need to leave people like Kirstie Alley alone and focus our efforts on people like LC, Fergie, and Jennifer Anniston. People who would DIE if anyone saw them in sweats or without make up.  Let's make this intrusive, defiling, and creepy game fun again!!! Let's not waste our time bullying the kid who has already graciously accepted his nickname.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-749286876467583745?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/749286876467583745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=749286876467583745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/749286876467583745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/749286876467583745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-thoughts-on-kirstie-alley.html' title='My Thoughts on Kirstie Alley'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-bDnlCmkI/AAAAAAAAADU/UeETJbeQ-zI/s72-c/136089628_cf10721f54_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-2465937271685681527</id><published>2008-03-05T23:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:11:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Pisces!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-UUHlCmiI/AAAAAAAAADE/y_g6DslEuzg/s1600-h/2228396867_93284a9dcb_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-UUHlCmiI/AAAAAAAAADE/y_g6DslEuzg/s200/2228396867_93284a9dcb_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174517570224691746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to make a little shout out to Pisceans.  It's currently your time to shine! I'm not known as a lover of this weakest sign of the zodiac, but I wanted to let all of my Pisces friends to know that I love and support you and that there are no hard feelings. We all know that Pisces are lazy day dreamers, but that doesn't mean they aren't worthwhile people. True, they may not contribute much to society. But there is still something special about them. Pisces bring a sense of mystery and charm into all of our lives.  Their dream world is exactly what folk-progrockers envisioned. I think it's good to be exposed to this world. Pisceans make it cool and acceptable to be sensitive. They have the burden of being the sign associated with feet. In fact, Pisceans probably have painful feet right now, even though they are likely vegging on the couch. Being a Gemini it seems unlikely that I would have much of a bond with any of these dreamy fish. But in fact Geminis and Pisces work wonders together when they meet on artistic planes. It's so true! Even though lil toot and I were in school together since jr. high, we didn't become friends until we had art classes together. And Minky and I were stitched together through crotcheting and knitting. Danny H. has filled our house with beautiful works of art, and I think my attending Marsha's MFA show was the kick off of our friendship.  My life has been enhanced and beautified thanks to my relationships with these and many other Pisces! Thank you for giving me a chance to love and accept you!!!&lt;br /&gt;(but ps. I have a nephew on the way and he could come out any day now. No offense but I'm hoping he'll stay in till March 21. I LOVE Aries!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-2465937271685681527?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/2465937271685681527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=2465937271685681527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2465937271685681527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/2465937271685681527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-to-pisces.html' title='Here&apos;s to Pisces!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R8-UUHlCmiI/AAAAAAAAADE/y_g6DslEuzg/s72-c/2228396867_93284a9dcb_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-4954006833389366218</id><published>2008-02-22T23:40:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:25:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been a Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>So I decided to fill everyone in on the changes at our house. Maybe some of you are already familiar with these delightful changes. Maybe some of you will be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_DIKQNLhI/AAAAAAAAACc/1UUqJaGY85Q/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_DIKQNLhI/AAAAAAAAACc/1UUqJaGY85Q/s200/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170065442203315730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sad girl with her snide cat is Blesh. She's maybe the noteworthy piece of art that we've had in our house for the longest time. She's in our bathroom. I feel bad for her every time I go in there. I can only postulate why she's crying. But I'm pretty sure it has something to do with that cat. And maybe the cat's indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_FDaQNLiI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ofv5-erEOnU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_FDaQNLiI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ofv5-erEOnU/s200/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170067559622192674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the cat theme this is a gold foil cat that dh gave me for my b-day. It used to be central to the cat room in the apartment and he thought it should stay here. This cat is much more pleasant and cheerful than Blesh's cat. I think the 2 cats balance each other out maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_F2qQNLjI/AAAAAAAAACs/_ssAWJvhtZo/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_F2qQNLjI/AAAAAAAAACs/_ssAWJvhtZo/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170068440090488370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       This is the retarded angel that hung on our Christmas tree last year but is now on our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit D:&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_Hb6QNLkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hRkohHswWgw/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_Hb6QNLkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hRkohHswWgw/s200/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170070179552243266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the creepy little doll that DD gave me. I'm not sure why everyone seems to have the idea that they should give me creepy little dolls, but I commend everyone who does because it's the right idea.  I seem to be a magnet for things like this. (She's holding an inspirational quote. Let me know if you're interested in knowing what it says.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_IoaQNLlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EQpOgrLHuq0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_IoaQNLlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EQpOgrLHuq0/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170071493812235858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of our newest additions.  This is what dh gave Hoon for her b-day. And now he proudly hangs on our wall. I can't remember the name they gave him. Some sort of vampire g.a. thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this was an enjoyable virtual tour of my life and my house. I'm a sporadic blogger. 3 posts in 1 day 3 months ago... 3 posts in 1 day 3 months later. But I'll try to be more regular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-4954006833389366218?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/4954006833389366218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=4954006833389366218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4954006833389366218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/4954006833389366218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-long-time-gone.html' title='I&apos;ve Been a Long Time Gone'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/R7_DIKQNLhI/AAAAAAAAACc/1UUqJaGY85Q/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5070335269286365155</id><published>2008-02-22T23:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:36:41.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Being Focused...</title><content type='html'>In the past few years I've noticed some major changes in myself as far as focus goes. I compare my experiences in grad school with how I was in regular college and it's pretty amazing. Sad really.  As an 18, 19, 20...year old in college I would take a lot of evening classes which were often 3 hour blocks. A lot of these were general ed science, history classes. Some were in large auditoriums with 300+ other students. These classes weren't necessarily exciting, but I remember being able to sit still and stay focused. I was always glad when class was over, but it never seemed too painful. Then I think about grad school. I'm older. I'm studying something I'm very interested in. My classes have all been small and overall engaging. Yet I have a harder time staying focused. Not just in class either. I struggle with staying committed to a number of projects (thesis).  Maybe some people think this is silly, and maybe it is. But I attribute it in a lot of ways to my phone. I didn't have a phone in my undergrad years. Most of my friends had cellphones, but I resisted as long as I could. I didn't want this device to own me. But it has. I try not to text in class because I think it's disrespectful. But the second I get bored in a class I reach for my phone. To see what time it is. To see if anyone has texted me. To ask google what the weather will be tomorrow.  It doesn't really matter the reason. I'm relieved that I've never wanted to take a laptop to class. I can only imagine. Class lectures would just be some annoying background noise I hear while I'm surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea has intrigued me. I could go on and on. I feel so much more impatient than I think I used to. I feel my social skills diminishing... Yesterday I was listening to an old Radiowest podcast (i love d-fab!). It was called the Autumn of the Multitaskers. I highly recommend listening to it if you have the chance. It's an interview with the author of this article: &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200711/multitasking" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc&lt;wbr&gt;/200711/multitasking&lt;/a&gt; .  It's made me want to give away my phone and makes me feel that I'd probably be better off if I wrote out my thesis and then typed the final draft on a typewriter. Seriously. I would have been done months ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5070335269286365155?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5070335269286365155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5070335269286365155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5070335269286365155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5070335269286365155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/02/speaking-of-being-focused.html' title='Speaking of Being Focused...'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-5048398958231726040</id><published>2008-02-22T23:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:16:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Elin Got Her Groove Back</title><content type='html'>It's now been a month since my laptop was burgled. It had my entire thesis on it as well as articles and interviews for my thesis. And my backup was in my computer case, which was burgled as well. The strangest part to me is that as heart-wrenching as it has been to lose all of this toiled over writing and other stuff, the worst part has been losing my motivation. Luckily I emailed myself most of the sections I had written, so I didn't end up losing too much writing.  I mostly lost my will. I lost a lot of hope and respect for mankind as well. For a couple weeks every person I saw walking down the street was the thief. I know, so unfair. I was surprised to feel so much bitterness. But anyone who would steal a poor grad student's laptop from 2002 worth about 20$ to anyone else, but priceless to me for the hours of work held on it as well as the even more hours of guilt for the lack of work on it. As if it hasn't already been hard enough to stay focused and driven enough to finish this thing. Anyway, I motivated to work on it again and I'm glad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-5048398958231726040?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/5048398958231726040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=5048398958231726040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5048398958231726040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/5048398958231726040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-elin-got-her-groove-back.html' title='How Elin Got Her Groove Back'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-1038101060174585593</id><published>2007-11-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:08:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Girl's Sunday Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RztjYUYWYKI/AAAAAAAAACU/h4bEEW-m0H4/s1600-h/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132805469757661346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RztjYUYWYKI/AAAAAAAAACU/h4bEEW-m0H4/s200/DSCN2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a request for a homemaking tip. I consider myself to be a resourceful pioneer woman. My motto is fix it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without. I just made that up. Pretty catchy, huh. Well, last Saturday night I fell asleep on someone's couch. I woke up too late to go to my church, so I decided to go with Danny to his church. I didn't have any church clothes with me, but I did have 2 bags full of clean laundry. These were huge bags. Bigger than me. Believe it or not, I didn't have anything church appropriate in those bags. The only thing I had that was close was a really sheer, low cut dress. This is the type of dress that was made to be worn over another dress. But I didn't have another dress. I considered running down to target to buy a cheap skirt that I could wear because I figured the ox was in the mire. But luckily my pioneer ingenuity came through for me. After trying a few different things (baggy workout pants underneath etc.) I came up with one that worked fine. I wore a long-sleeved shirt underneath for the top half, and for the bottom I borrowed some of Danny's big baggy blue gym shorts for a slip on the bottom (the kind that make a swishing sound when you walk!) Somehow it worked. It just looked like I was wearing a fullish slip, and since the shorts were so big on me, you couldn't tell they were shorts--even under that shear dress! So next time you are running late on Sunday and your hands are cracked from churning butter, you can still look your Sunday best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-1038101060174585593?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/1038101060174585593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=1038101060174585593' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1038101060174585593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/1038101060174585593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2007/11/pioneer-girls-sunday-dilemma.html' title='Pioneer Girl&apos;s Sunday Dilemma'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RztjYUYWYKI/AAAAAAAAACU/h4bEEW-m0H4/s72-c/DSCN2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-728738483438954999</id><published>2007-11-10T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:13:51.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geminous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RzWezPr8bfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RPWDBO5UHKA/s1600-h/gemini+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131181953679912434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RzWezPr8bfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RPWDBO5UHKA/s320/gemini+pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to dedicate my blog to my sign of the zodiac, gemini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think what you'd like about geminis. I know we're not without our many, many flaws.  We're fickle, two-faced... Those are the only 2 flaws I can think of. Oh, and insensitive, but I don't really consider that to be a flaw.  Now let's talk about the good things about geminis. We're wise, witty, fickle, and "jacks of all trades".  My interests are vast.  Much more vast than deep.  I am passionate about grammar, as well as knitting, and celebrity gossip, and foods, and languages, and music, and smart stuff.  But I am no true expert on any of these things.  And I'm fine with that.  I want to celebrate the world, but not in too much detail.  So basically on this blog I want to talk about what ever I want to talk about. That's what they're for anyway, right?  Go ahead, ask me any question about astrology, or mathematics, or current events, or homemaking tips.  I may or may not have solutions.  But I would like to believe that I'm good for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-728738483438954999?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/728738483438954999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=728738483438954999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/728738483438954999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/728738483438954999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2007/11/geminous.html' title='geminous'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/RzWezPr8bfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RPWDBO5UHKA/s72-c/gemini+pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576077812692850498.post-7630565883853481749</id><published>2007-11-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:51:51.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the big one!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a blog. This is an intimidating moment in my life, but it's 4:45 a.m. and I'm working a graveyard shift.  Trying to stay awake. My can of tab and goldfish are doing pretty good, but not good enough. Not good enough to keep me doing something ridiculous like start a blog.  I think maybe I've become jealous of all the bloggerz I know who form an external sense of self-worth by placing their value in how many hits their blog received, or being offended when someone asks a blogger questions about his or her life because, "don't you read my blog?" I'm mostly doing this so everyone will realize how awesomely packed my life is with wisdom, love, adventure, and scandal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576077812692850498-7630565883853481749?l=geminous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/feeds/7630565883853481749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576077812692850498&amp;postID=7630565883853481749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7630565883853481749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576077812692850498/posts/default/7630565883853481749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geminous.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-big-one.html' title='This is the big one!'/><author><name>lady ace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176002136340970290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1oqCTLsM2vs/SI68eGH63SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-qwkgS6fTsE/S220/Photo+7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
