<?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-3968923690080066368</id><updated>2012-02-13T04:23:55.783+01:00</updated><category term='The Welcome Mat'/><category term='Frank.'/><title type='text'>Can I Have A Cookie?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-289194900883898697</id><published>2011-08-16T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:38:42.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>$$ Money $$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhh Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;**Aparently the&lt;em&gt; name&lt;/em&gt; of our new neighbor? If think if we become friends we should teach him how to "make it rain" just like Danny McBride. Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/c764JWVt5Fw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to learn if you also need to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We got a small sum of money deposited into our account from the US Treasury. We aren't sure what for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "What should we blow this newly found money on??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trent: "Just because we get random sums of money deposited into the account we don't have to find something to spend it on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "I think you misunderstand. You said 'spend money'... I said 'blow money'. Mine means its use should be spent on frivilous things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trent: "Like $300 worth of little toy army men?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "Or rainbows?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trent: "Bubbles?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "A little of all of that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We clearly need some better ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-289194900883898697?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/289194900883898697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=289194900883898697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/289194900883898697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/289194900883898697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/08/money.html' title='$$ Money $$'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7823967849200052341</id><published>2011-06-09T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:59:16.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinging Nettle and Staring Germans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bosco and I like to go on runs behind the house when the weather cooperates. Actually- he loves to run and I try to like running. So on Tuesday we started out from the house on one&amp;nbsp;of the farming roads that lead to other very small villages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was a tractor out doing something behind the house (mowing the sides of said farming roads) and I was prepared for that since I had heard him start around 7 am. So as we&amp;nbsp;were warming up on the first mile I see him in front of us. As I was running faster than he was mowing (YAY!) I told Bosco to heel and attempted to pass him on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For some unknown reason (even though he isn't finished with the row) he makes a turn to the left like he wants to mow the other side. Now- he had seen me coming from behind because I saw him turn and look. I don't know where he thought I had gone when he decided to turn minutes later- but as I&amp;nbsp;was running&amp;nbsp;right up next to him I sort of did a very graceful &lt;em&gt;push-Bosco-into-field-fall-into-stinging-nettle-bushes-to-avoid-tractor-tires&lt;/em&gt; move to avoid him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I am attempting to pick myself up and check on Bosco when I realize it feels like my legs are bleeding!! It was just the cushy nettle that I fell into leaving welts all over my legs. No bleeding. But it still hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So neighborly German farmer man just stares at me while this is all going down. No "&lt;em&gt;hey are you ok"&lt;/em&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;German equivalent&lt;/em&gt;"... just stares. It was like he was thinking, "&lt;em&gt;What in the world? Hmmm- what an odd-looking person out here for no good reason! I can't possibly understand why she just fell down!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only thing to do was instruct Bosco to bite a hole in his tires and keep running to maintain my dignity and the right to be out there running in the first place. Bosco seemed very unconcerned about the whole thing and went frolicking off into the fields. Dogs are so resilient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I got home I showered, cleaned the welts and had an overwhelming urge to call up a nurse working the clinic at Ft. Rucker, AL. Just curious if instead of asking an actual DOCTOR I might get another reading of "The Guide To Wilderness Medicine" and a helpful question such as, "Do you know EXACTLY what kind of stinging nettle it was??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But they weren't open yet. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d2/Illustration_Urtica_dioica0.jpg/373px-Illustration_Urtica_dioica0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d2/Illustration_Urtica_dioica0.jpg/373px-Illustration_Urtica_dioica0.jpg" t8="true" width="198px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I google searched "stinging nettle" and actually found out it is quite useful medicinally. I knew it couldn't be that bad since they put it in cheese in Holland (pretty delicious actually!!)&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; Probably COOKED- however.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Check this out!! &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dorset/content/articles/2005/06/17/nettle_eating_feature.shtml"&gt;Stinging Nettle Eating Championship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7823967849200052341?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7823967849200052341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7823967849200052341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7823967849200052341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7823967849200052341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/06/stinging-nettle-and-staring-germans.html' title='Stinging Nettle and Staring Germans'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-2536147924767513126</id><published>2011-05-23T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:44:47.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saucy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I think there comes a time when a blog needs to talk about some sauce. Saucy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this past weekend we came home from a long bike ride to a pretty empty fridge. There were a few frozen shrimp entrees- so we nuked one and dove in. Needless to say, the little shrimpy entree wasn't REALLY what we had been expecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enter awesomeness. In the form of hot sauce. It redeemed the entire evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Rooster Sauce" is &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; amazing. It really does taste good on all Asian food (including sushi!) and a variety of other foods- even pizza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(See link to humorous blog about said sauce!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GGufFgJzxs/TdpGBQDmI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NzKxyZ8WGCk/s1600/Siriacha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GGufFgJzxs/TdpGBQDmI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NzKxyZ8WGCk/s200/Siriacha.jpg" width="87px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/sriracha"&gt;Rooster Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The next noteworthy sauce comes from a previous blog post of mine. Introduced to me by a former boss- this "Bottled Up Anger" is no joke! Good on veggies, rice dishes... even on your finger when you are passing by the fridge and need a little spiceyness! (Don't judge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnJhQ7kr9U/SCMP8AZBJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/EC6qKWui8PM/s1600/Danny_Cash_Bottled_Up_Anger_new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnJhQ7kr9U/SCMP8AZBJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/EC6qKWui8PM/s1600/Danny_Cash_Bottled_Up_Anger_new.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This green chili sauce is the savior of weekend breakfasts. Can you say Huevos Rancheros?!?&amp;nbsp;Since it is not for sale in European commissaries we rely on family in the US for our supply. (God bless them!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All you need is some eggs, tortillas, cheese,&amp;nbsp;chorizo, and this 'heaven-in-a-jar'. Maybe a few jalapenos for good measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2vcST0UUVw/TdpIdyre0aI/AAAAAAAAAOw/c26xrTjggc4/s1600/6546_150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2vcST0UUVw/TdpIdyre0aI/AAAAAAAAAOw/c26xrTjggc4/s1600/6546_150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Last but not least- Cholula&amp;nbsp;while you&amp;nbsp;hula! This is best kept at places of employment in large containers- work lunches often need a little help. Thanks for this useful advice Greg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GwZhcp7lN4/TdpIawvEnRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7wm2wsRM1Fc/s1600/Cholula-Hot-Sauce_D7689375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GwZhcp7lN4/TdpIawvEnRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7wm2wsRM1Fc/s1600/Cholula-Hot-Sauce_D7689375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;SIDE NOTE:&amp;nbsp;You Tabasco peeps need to quit your commonplace sauce. Tabasco is only acceptable for raw oysters... and even then it isn't the cat's meow. Give it up. If you&amp;nbsp;HAVE to have your Tabasco- use the Chipotle. Otherwise you don't deserve to be called a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #2200c1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;connoisseur of sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gfEWmt0IRw/TdpIcQnR_yI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XApEGCxCxo8/s1600/tabasco_chipotle_57ml_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gfEWmt0IRw/TdpIcQnR_yI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XApEGCxCxo8/s1600/tabasco_chipotle_57ml_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-2536147924767513126?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2536147924767513126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=2536147924767513126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2536147924767513126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2536147924767513126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/05/saucy.html' title='Saucy!'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GGufFgJzxs/TdpGBQDmI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/NzKxyZ8WGCk/s72-c/Siriacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3246807311142876993</id><published>2011-05-11T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:45:40.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Parenting Styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok. So this is an actual duvet cover set in a local store. Upon seeing it I instantly knew two things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One: A picture needed to be taken immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two: I need to decide on a parenting style before having children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugxmy943nj0/TcqNNcm0GtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a3PR6zZTToA/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugxmy943nj0/TcqNNcm0GtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a3PR6zZTToA/s400/untitled.bmp" width="297px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1235837601"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1235837602" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After careful consideration (20 min worth) I have decided upon three options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parenting Style #1: Complete Honesty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Well little Timmy, its like this.(Present child with book on actual reproduction from A to Z.) Even though this may be confusing- your mommy and daddy actually did the thing in this book, and because of that mommy carried you in her tummy for a while before going into messy labor, and then we had YOU!! I know this is a lot to take in, but you should know the whole truth. You may be grossed out now under your little illustrated duvet, but this will save you later in life from the embarrassment of confusion and incorrect names for anatomical parts. Let this duvet cover be a lesson to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Also, while we are on the subject of truth, NEVER listen to daddy when he says mommy is stinky. It's really him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Parenting Style #2: Humor To The Parent/Horror To The Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"So.... little Timmy you said you wanted a brother or a sister- now you can sleep at night with all of your brother/sister possibilities!! Bahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"We DID get you- but see this little guy NEXT to you on the pillow? I'm starting to think that one would have been a more obedient child..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"The Gypsies are in town and you had better behave. Really- now you can see how easy it is for mommy and daddy to replace you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Uniqueness is really subjective... you looked like everyone else in the beginning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parenting Style #3: Confusion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Look Timmy- boys and girls come from pretty balloons! Your balloon just got too big and 'pop!'- out you came!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"What does it mean? I have no idea- ask your father. It was one of the&amp;nbsp;last duvet sets they had. Do you want me to exchange it for the princess one? No? Then be quiet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Well- you see... there are birds and there are bees. But I'm tired- can we talk about this later? You are giving me a headache."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I really think I'm favoring a combo of these options. But I'm open to suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3246807311142876993?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3246807311142876993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3246807311142876993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3246807311142876993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3246807311142876993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts-on-parenting-styles.html' title='Thoughts on Parenting Styles'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugxmy943nj0/TcqNNcm0GtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/a3PR6zZTToA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-149829393440366934</id><published>2011-05-04T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:47:11.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So my friends... since I am not returning to online classes until this fall I have been reading for fun. Even though "reading for fun" is a novel idea it seldom happens when "reading to not fail classes" takes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought since no one is going to be interested in my upcoming "reading to not fail classes" experiences I had better just limit blogging to "reading for fun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"READING FOR FUN #1!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41hTAGLmsLL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41hTAGLmsLL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quotes from the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Women can resist a man's love, a man's fame, a man's personal appearance, and a man's money, but they cannot resist a man's tongue when he knows how to talk to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and much harm they do us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This book caught me from the opening line: "&lt;em&gt;This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve&lt;/em&gt;." The book had mystery and character depth- but what I loved most was the little bits of wisdom thrown here and there as the plot unfolded. See the quotes above- don't you agree?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, I think on more than one occasion I read the "nugget of wisdom" parts to Trent but he looked unimpressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;SIDE NOTE- I would have never been married if I lived back then- I would be a horrible woman all things considered!! I have little patience and I would have always been going off at the mouth! So lucky that I found someone who loves me for modern me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-149829393440366934?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/149829393440366934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=149829393440366934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/149829393440366934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/149829393440366934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-review-1.html' title='Book Review #1'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-2436335688411541472</id><published>2011-04-14T08:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:30:59.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Weekend in Slovenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I feel Slovenia"- its Slovenia's slogan and I can completely understand why! We went this past weekend and it was fantastic... probably the most relaxing vacation since the Smoky Mountains before we left the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We stayed in the Julian Alps- below is a picture of Lake Bled. Bled is gorgeous... a castle sits above the town on a cliff, and a picturesque church sits on an island in the middle of the lake. Who can resist?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eyfWYRvaXU/TaPhfuQhXSI/AAAAAAAAANc/KKV5JgR0Wh8/s400/DSCN1432.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To get out to the island we rented a small rowboat- although Trent did most of the work I tried to help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWLKv_pe9qo/TaPhAZFF-OI/AAAAAAAAANY/kX4xhpa0fnM/s1600/DSCN1401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWLKv_pe9qo/TaPhAZFF-OI/AAAAAAAAANY/kX4xhpa0fnM/s400/DSCN1401.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Once on the island we went to the Church of the Assumption to ring the lucky bell. Note the directions... men should not attempt to kick women in the face while ringing bell. Noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuK2exowOJM/TaPdiLOLLgI/AAAAAAAAANM/yywczZ0hv7Q/s400/DSCN1355.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So here I am ringing the lucky bell and trying to get all the luck out. I only was told AFTER that you are supposed to make a wish first! I just thought you'd get some luck... so I might need to go back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmFeLPrZw-A/TaPgduglZLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i4L3UykzIWs/s1600/DSCN1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmFeLPrZw-A/TaPgduglZLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i4L3UykzIWs/s400/DSCN1361.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trent also rang the lucky bell. And didn't kick me in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s02YMnDmylA/TaPdaL8sqgI/AAAAAAAAANI/3rZ8ftOJyew/s400/DSCN1358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our first Slovenian beer- delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdKKnS0VwA/TaPgz6IVuqI/AAAAAAAAANU/votIn8TwA_k/s1600/DSCN1369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGdKKnS0VwA/TaPgz6IVuqI/AAAAAAAAANU/votIn8TwA_k/s400/DSCN1369.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Next we went to Bled Castle to look around and have dinner. The castle was amazing... great views and a small museum of Slovenian history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axlIAbdDLn8/TaPid57wrnI/AAAAAAAAANk/B6QkZpFcx2c/s1600/DSCN1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axlIAbdDLn8/TaPid57wrnI/AAAAAAAAANk/B6QkZpFcx2c/s400/DSCN1458.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dD8RhJhxt50/TaPiQwtPcJI/AAAAAAAAANg/vLSit0P0F3A/s1600/DSCN1448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dD8RhJhxt50/TaPiQwtPcJI/AAAAAAAAANg/vLSit0P0F3A/s400/DSCN1448.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The next day we went to Lake Bohinj. Bohinj is bigger and is much different than Bled. We started with an early am hike to the waterfall- Slap Savica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbHgHpjkG54/TaPiznz-O0I/AAAAAAAAANo/JSHxOs8IYTg/s1600/DSCN1498+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UbHgHpjkG54/TaPiznz-O0I/AAAAAAAAANo/JSHxOs8IYTg/s400/DSCN1498+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A rainbow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkV3v4VbegE/TaPmAlnPEII/AAAAAAAAANw/3IG41rtlNtg/s1600/DSCN1500+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkV3v4VbegE/TaPmAlnPEII/AAAAAAAAANw/3IG41rtlNtg/s400/DSCN1500+-+Copy.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The view from Slap Savica- you can see Lake Bohinj in the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cWo9vEJ5SY/TaPmNXf4lhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RB8yb0aIae0/s1600/DSCN1519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cWo9vEJ5SY/TaPmNXf4lhI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RB8yb0aIae0/s400/DSCN1519.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trent at Lake Bohinj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzuEhSWjv4Q/TaPn5DbFylI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tyDe62EjVLo/s1600/DSCN1528+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzuEhSWjv4Q/TaPn5DbFylI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tyDe62EjVLo/s400/DSCN1528+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuK2exowOJM/TaPdiLOLLgI/AAAAAAAAANM/yywczZ0hv7Q/s1600/DSCN1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are more pictures on facebook- if you don't have facebook let me know and I can email you the rest of the pics! All in all a great weekend. We will be going back for sure- next maybe fly fishing the Emerald Trail or seeing the costal areas in June... but Slovenia is now one of my favorite places!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eyfWYRvaXU/TaPhfuQhXSI/AAAAAAAAANc/KKV5JgR0Wh8/s1600/DSCN1432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-2436335688411541472?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2436335688411541472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=2436335688411541472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2436335688411541472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2436335688411541472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-first-weekend-in-slovenia.html' title='Our First Weekend in Slovenia'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eyfWYRvaXU/TaPhfuQhXSI/AAAAAAAAANc/KKV5JgR0Wh8/s72-c/DSCN1432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-490460793945004342</id><published>2011-03-21T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:24:54.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The reason for this trip really began years ago when Trent and I went to pick out new plates from "Blood Bath and Beyond" (as we have nicknamed it). We picked out a set we thought would last, as any newly married couple does,&amp;nbsp;but the dishes soon&amp;nbsp;chipped and discolored. Becoming frustrated, we decided to overhaul our kitchen contents. And SINCE we are in Europe- why not stock up on Polish and Italian pottery??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Starting with Polish pottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We did our homework and mapped out a trip to Boleslawiec, Poland, the birthplace of beautiful, hand painted pottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AEzHL6vGpFs/TYcZ2Dqf1qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wFh5lUkg7v4/s1600/DSCN1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AEzHL6vGpFs/TYcZ2Dqf1qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wFh5lUkg7v4/s320/DSCN1292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But we also wanted to see a bit of Poland and experience the culture. I pictured a quaint little town similar to Germany's Triberg. But we were quite wrong- the town is much larger and MUCH less touristy than we'd thought. It wasn't too bad- but we were somewhat taken aback by the cleanliness and crowded streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But making the best of it we found a cute little Polish restaurant. Warm and cozy- we prepared for our first Polish cuisine. And then they brought bread to the table... with a side of lard. Yes... LARD. See picture below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7Zf2sw-LE3k/TYcZ_62ThuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Y-39NN6qHAs/s1600/DSCN1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7Zf2sw-LE3k/TYcZ_62ThuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Y-39NN6qHAs/s320/DSCN1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We put some on&amp;nbsp;a knife to be sure... I really thought we had to be mistaken. But no, just a nice helping of pure animal fat. And what was even more interesting- the locals all loved it! We watched as they lathered it on big hunks of bread and then topped the lard with a spoonful of sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;**Yuck**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But other than that the food was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Below- Yummy Polish dishes! Gołąbki (cabbage rolls filled with meat and rice), pierogis, and a delish chicken "pancake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Otg4gJFfJX0/TYcaMAVZKYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QAaAMr7sK6Y/s1600/DSCN1296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Otg4gJFfJX0/TYcaMAVZKYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QAaAMr7sK6Y/s320/DSCN1296.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The unexpectedness&amp;nbsp;did not end with the meal. We checked in to our hotel which has now won the award for "Most Random Hotel Room Ever".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;See below that the "sitting room" has both a piano and a massaging chair. There were also a few china cabinets with crystal cups and other items one might place into a china cabinet found in a hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The bedroom was behind this room, enclosed by cardboard partitions. But other than an odd smell it was clean and we woke to a yummy breakfast. (Travel tip- take travel candle and matches. Helps more than you'd think!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6Rgqe283kZg/TYcaDcEDCaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5M-mXl0XtVU/s1600/DSCN1298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6Rgqe283kZg/TYcaDcEDCaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5M-mXl0XtVU/s320/DSCN1298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The next day we went to the city of Wroclaw and looked about. We didn't take any pictures... but it wasn't a very nice place. The tour books can be very deceiving at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So, Poland- check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;How `bout that Italian pottery??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-490460793945004342?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/490460793945004342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=490460793945004342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/490460793945004342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/490460793945004342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/03/poland.html' title='Poland'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AEzHL6vGpFs/TYcZ2Dqf1qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wFh5lUkg7v4/s72-c/DSCN1292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-6913527295523997916</id><published>2011-02-22T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:13:13.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bearlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;! A great way to tour the city of Berlin- by BEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WQY663Cafk/TWOnAqO4Y7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/9QrFygPqnLU/s1600/DSCN1088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WQY663Cafk/TWOnAqO4Y7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/9QrFygPqnLU/s400/DSCN1088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IgBMKaI--A/TWOnIVDcJSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_Pxw7DMEDsI/s1600/DSCN1151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IgBMKaI--A/TWOnIVDcJSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_Pxw7DMEDsI/s400/DSCN1151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aGVe9oLvoE/TWOnQZLj5JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NwnfBL5uldg/s1600/DSCN1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aGVe9oLvoE/TWOnQZLj5JI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NwnfBL5uldg/s400/DSCN1152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlDLkKPcjqI/TWOnW22IwfI/AAAAAAAAAME/gtZuf2DrQ4Q/s1600/DSCN1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlDLkKPcjqI/TWOnW22IwfI/AAAAAAAAAME/gtZuf2DrQ4Q/s400/DSCN1155.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even Trent got into the spirit of Bearlin. Well... a little, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS20-AO29UE/TWOm3vWYxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JNZmYFkR230/s1600/DSCN1009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS20-AO29UE/TWOm3vWYxlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JNZmYFkR230/s400/DSCN1009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-6913527295523997916?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6913527295523997916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=6913527295523997916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6913527295523997916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6913527295523997916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/02/bearlin.html' title='Bearlin'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WQY663Cafk/TWOnAqO4Y7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/9QrFygPqnLU/s72-c/DSCN1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4098560575719133605</id><published>2011-02-16T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:52:50.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany! Here goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So! Germany. Here we are. Settled into a house in a TINY village, Trent hard at work, and several European cities on the list to visit. As Francis Bacon once said (as quoted on the Celestial Seasonings&amp;nbsp;chamomile tea box), "Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thus begins our education of Europe and it's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will be updating this blog with our travels and pictures (so for those of you without facebook pay attention!). See below our TINY village- home base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRuopViGl8o/TVu34KmgK1I/AAAAAAAAALw/KAss9yPv-d8/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRuopViGl8o/TVu34KmgK1I/AAAAAAAAALw/KAss9yPv-d8/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our dog Bosco,&amp;nbsp;the "welcome" mat in our driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fkYlg3MoYE/TVu2YitH2uI/AAAAAAAAALk/GWbMafnJXCQ/s1600/DSCN0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fkYlg3MoYE/TVu2YitH2uI/AAAAAAAAALk/GWbMafnJXCQ/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Below- Trent and I in Strasbourg, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHr462Z6DqA/TVu2sVGL7II/AAAAAAAAALo/a3xEh9lqo7I/s1600/DSCN0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHr462Z6DqA/TVu2sVGL7II/AAAAAAAAALo/a3xEh9lqo7I/s400/DSCN0907.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;More to follow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4098560575719133605?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4098560575719133605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4098560575719133605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4098560575719133605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4098560575719133605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/02/germany-here-goes.html' title='Germany! Here goes...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRuopViGl8o/TVu34KmgK1I/AAAAAAAAALw/KAss9yPv-d8/s72-c/IMG_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3218100891948257992</id><published>2011-01-26T15:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:00:34.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey..... internet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 6 months of no internet, the drought is over! I can't even being to say how happy this makes me! Not that having internet is everything, but it sure helps one feel connected. AND it is too late for me to get in on the current semester, but I can register for summer now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I will upload some pics and new posts- but now its off to surf the web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3218100891948257992?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3218100891948257992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3218100891948257992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3218100891948257992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3218100891948257992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1096651999640223572</id><published>2010-06-30T17:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:20:02.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jellyfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/TCtntxWlQHI/AAAAAAAAALM/02iUl_WEGXU/s1600/jellyfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488594606920908914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/TCtntxWlQHI/AAAAAAAAALM/02iUl_WEGXU/s320/jellyfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This experience REALLY warrants a blog- so here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to PC Beach to relax for the day... no big oil has been reported there YET so we are trying to make the most of our remaining beach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. Well, no oil, but some jellyfish! I got stung on my belly... looks like three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tentacles&lt;/span&gt; got me from top of my belly all the way down to my hips and around to my back. It stings and its very uncomfortable when running, but other than that no big deal. EXCEPT... I sure don't want scars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the clinic on post and asked for an appointment. No appointments left, but they told me a nurse would call. She did call later in the day and asked what was wrong. I told her what had happened and when, and said I wanted to know if I was doing the right things to treat the sting and prevent scarring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL- she then told me that it would only scar if it was an open wound/bleeding. I told HER that I wasn't so sure, since I have scars from curling iron burns and THOSE weren't open wounds. (Seriously what woman among us hasn't been burned my a curling/straight iron or stove/hot pan before??!) So she said she would go ask a doctor what I should do or see if I need to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got back on the phone and started reading verbatim from a "physician's wilderness guide to medicine" (what happened to asking a DOCTOR??). She told me to rinse it with salt water/urine during the first few minutes after the sting (even though I had JUST told her it was a few days old). She then told me to try meat tenderizer (already told her I had tried that) and vinegar. And now comes the best part... she asked what type of jellyfish stung me. I told her I had no idea- I'm not familiar with the jellyfish species that might be present on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; gulf coast. So she asked... "Are you SURE it wasn't a BOX jellyfish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was torn between saying something funny or rude. Seriously? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... well I didn't travel to a location close to Australia... and I didn't get rushed to the hospital or DIE... so... no... don't think it was a box jelly. Should I also make sure I wasn't victim to an underwater bear attack? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1096651999640223572?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1096651999640223572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1096651999640223572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1096651999640223572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1096651999640223572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/jellyfish.html' title='The Jellyfish'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/TCtntxWlQHI/AAAAAAAAALM/02iUl_WEGXU/s72-c/jellyfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8393310169996964399</id><published>2010-06-06T04:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T04:21:24.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Truths of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horses cannot outrun horse flies. I don't know why I even try. Also, a direct hit with a fly swatter will NOT kill a horse fly. Oh- and they can draw blood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can tell how bad the humidity is when your sunglasses fog up on you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As much as country music idolizes "down by the river"... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/span&gt; become TRUE down by the river. Just something to keep in mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how slow you move- having sweat marks is GOING to happen. Might as well look like you were trying to exercise anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8393310169996964399?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8393310169996964399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8393310169996964399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8393310169996964399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8393310169996964399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/06/universal-truths-of-june.html' title='Universal Truths of June'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-6768664308252440949</id><published>2010-05-25T20:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:22:08.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Southern Summer Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week as I was enjoying the last of my free time, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101921/"&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;. I had never seen it and thought what better time to watch it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So then shopping for groceries I came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; locally grown green tomatoes and bought a few. I'm not a big fan of fried foods (or at least not a fan of calories) so I cut one up for a salad. As it turns out, green tomatoes are MUCH too tart for a salad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we sauteed some in a bit of olive oil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthfoodmadeeasy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/green-tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.healthfoodmadeeasy.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/green-tomato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then added a bit of good ole Danny Cash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475273274593522514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_wUCLRWM1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ovn7Vo3wXQ/s400/Danny_Cash_Bottled_Up_Anger_new.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Delicious! I think I might have one as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetizer&lt;/span&gt; every night this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-6768664308252440949?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6768664308252440949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=6768664308252440949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6768664308252440949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6768664308252440949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/yummy-southern-summer-treat.html' title='Yummy Southern Summer Treat'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_wUCLRWM1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/3ovn7Vo3wXQ/s72-c/Danny_Cash_Bottled_Up_Anger_new.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1680190004836758646</id><published>2010-05-19T19:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:21:55.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosco and the Blue Boat</title><content type='html'>As we cannot take our ole Blue with us when we move, we are attempting to sell him. I don't know why, but we haven't taken Bosco out on the boat yet- I think we thought he'd be scared. Nope! As you can see he is happy as a clam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473031086112964066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_QcxoRu_eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-CHmd_XVVyU/s400/DSCN0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what fun is being on a boat if you can't get out and chase your tail in the water?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473032077216627186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_QdrUbQufI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gmWyNIL7FRU/s400/DSCN0182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had a dog's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1680190004836758646?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1680190004836758646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1680190004836758646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1680190004836758646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1680190004836758646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/bosco-and-blue-boat.html' title='Bosco and the Blue Boat'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_QcxoRu_eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-CHmd_XVVyU/s72-c/DSCN0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5700508124490103106</id><published>2010-05-16T23:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:48:28.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Mosquitos!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to the drive-in, and I got 34 mosquito bites. I wore long pants and a jacket... yet somehow was eaten alive. I tend to have a slight allergic reaction to mosquito bites- and since I was bitten several times on my hands, I cannot get my rings off or really bend my ring finger (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pinkie&lt;/span&gt; finger is also jacked up!). It started throbbing around 3:30 am- so we got up and tried SEVERAL things to get those darned rings off. In the end I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; take how bad it was hurting, so I took pain pills and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my only option is cutting the rings off or waiting and hoping the swelling goes down... so... here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO (please note picture) while I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; my numerous bites, I saw something in the window. I thought it had to be some other type of bug, but after Trent inspecting it, then disposing of it, we concluded it is just a HUGE mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he follow me home? Not sure. But at least if he DID contribute to my 34 bites all over my body, he didn't get away with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_Bl_E_bRrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2nJ7DN7GcE0/s1600/Mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471985681601087154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_Bl_E_bRrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2nJ7DN7GcE0/s400/Mosquito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5700508124490103106?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5700508124490103106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5700508124490103106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5700508124490103106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5700508124490103106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/attack-of-mosquitos.html' title='Attack of the Mosquitos!!'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/S_Bl_E_bRrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2nJ7DN7GcE0/s72-c/Mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4543975787212065081</id><published>2010-05-06T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:05:17.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials and Remembering</title><content type='html'>It's been about a year and a half since moving to AL and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; a newly wed. It has been an adventure, for sure, and sometimes a difficult one. I found myself on the "bottom of the bucket" a few days ago. This has happened a few times already... feeling lonely, helpless, frustrated, angry... and not just at being married or living here- my job, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;, my goals, my schoolwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about other times in my life. Sometimes the crap just hits all at once. And who knows why... but I think of them as seasons. I KNOW there is another season coming. I can feel it. I think the upcoming move to Germany has something to do with it too, but I feel a readiness to say goodbye to this and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading through my well-used Bible and came &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; so many verses that I'd underlined a long time ago. Verses that were so important at different times. And I felt at peace. It was as if the old me was looking through the pages and helping me remember all the wonderful things God did in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is much yet to happen! I need to remember these things. (God scolded Israel all the time about remembering...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; to remember that I have a wonderful husband and a lot of good things in store. A lot of lessons to remember (learning the hard way) and a lot of areas for improvement... but a new season is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4543975787212065081?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4543975787212065081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4543975787212065081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4543975787212065081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4543975787212065081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/05/trials-and-remembering.html' title='Trials and Remembering'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7715075403443434602</id><published>2010-04-30T23:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:57:28.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrarrrrr.</title><content type='html'>That's all I have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more blogs, but after working or doing classwork online all day I really don't have the energy to blog. I know, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE had a lot to blog about. So, quick recap of blogs I should be writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Radio is CRAP here. On Mondays listeners can call in and give 3 words to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; their weekend. UGH! They then go on and on about why they picked the three words... enough to make you sick on the way to work. WHO CARES???? I don't know you people. I DON'T CARE about your weekend. Hey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WKMX&lt;/span&gt; radio- please come up with something interesting for a morning talk show! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving to Germany. Will not make it in time for old college friend's wedding.:( Going to start learning German once finals are over. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bosco&lt;/span&gt; is KING of dog park. By far most people's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; regular. ;) Or at least top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Class is hard. Accounting is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got a $0.39 raise at work. So I gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; a not-so-great review on the survey for Best Places to Work in Alabama. Ha. Take that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt;. Too qualified for this job I can't keep my licenses but can't get a decent salary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Maybe I'll write a better blog in a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7715075403443434602?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7715075403443434602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7715075403443434602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7715075403443434602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7715075403443434602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/04/grrrarrrrr.html' title='Grrrarrrrr.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-596863691483726249</id><published>2010-04-02T22:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:39:13.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Channel</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else have the Weather Channel Desktop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checking mine today, and there is a picture of a snowy roadside under "weather photos". Apparently, users of The Weather Channel Desktop can upload their own weather-related photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this fine picture is "we got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hite&lt;/span&gt; with snow". Is this something only those from Buffalo understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-596863691483726249?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/596863691483726249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=596863691483726249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/596863691483726249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/596863691483726249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather-channel.html' title='The Weather Channel'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8000699009088243661</id><published>2010-03-15T02:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:20:55.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearin Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I haven't been blogging lately. Maybe I need to start doing that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been fighting-a-cold/dealing-with-AL-allergies I haven't been very consistent in my running. I made a new year's resolution to make a PR in the St. Patty's Day 10k here on post. (I'll update this hopefully with a great finish time!) So, this morning since Trent was studying I woke up and got out the door to get in a nice long run. The weather isn't humid yet and it's getting warmer... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my only real reason for posting this is I have odd thoughts while I run, and I wanted to share one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, what if I write a book and it makes tons of money and I become wealthy and famous? (... well not famous. I don't like talking to strangers as a rule...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I write? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... maybe... "How To Run: For Lazy People". It could be all about my ups and downs and finally getting to the brink of really loving to run. I'm a lazy person so I'd understand the content of the book pretty well. But then what if I write this book and then get super into running and start doing marathons? Could a book possibly be written on "How To Run Marathons: For Lazy People". I just don't think so... and I spent about a mile wondering about all that would go into a book and if anyone would read it... blah blah blah. And then I went on to think about something else... maybe my IT band. Or my knees. Or how when you yell "on your left" some people jump around all over like they can't decide which left is "their left".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to note Ash is a great writer- see Lost in Arkansas on my blog list. She could write a book for sure... but she probably couldn't use my title without me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; real mad and making her pay me lots of money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8000699009088243661?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8000699009088243661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8000699009088243661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8000699009088243661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8000699009088243661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/03/gearin-up.html' title='Gearin Up'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-9047543366291518143</id><published>2010-02-09T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:16:56.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So, its been what- four months since my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just delete this blog or try and start being a better blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-9047543366291518143?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9047543366291518143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=9047543366291518143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9047543366291518143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9047543366291518143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-2070550557010456740</id><published>2009-10-12T01:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:03:16.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trifecta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/StJyJvKBRsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3TPXKzu8nOM/s1600-h/PA110650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391497215518787266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/StJyJvKBRsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3TPXKzu8nOM/s400/PA110650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bosco- and the Turducken. Also known as the chew toys chicken, duck, and turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-2070550557010456740?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2070550557010456740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=2070550557010456740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2070550557010456740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2070550557010456740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/10/trifecta.html' title='The Trifecta'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/StJyJvKBRsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3TPXKzu8nOM/s72-c/PA110650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8005287308307536612</id><published>2009-10-04T21:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:07:20.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord has heard our pleas... cooler weather returns to the South!! Amen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes- the weather is becoming nice once again. This morning at the park Trent and I could close our eyes and almost imagine we were in Colorado... getting ready for the incline and some huevos rancheros. **Sigh**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY big news... Trent and I ran 30 miles this week! Woohoo! I don't know what prompted the total- and it was a bit hard to get the miles in- but we did it! On Friday, though, we ate at a critically-aclaimed Thai restaurant for lunch. You know, giving it a shot. It was ok... but I decided upon leaving that I didn't care to ever go back. After a few hours we went running (needed to make the 30)- which was a HUGE mistake. Not even a mile in to the woods my chest started hurting SO bad it felt like a knife was stuck in my sternum. I'd stop, breathe, cry, and keep going (I had NOT wanted to have to run again that day...). Needless to say it was the worst run ever. And even though other people on the trail saw me crying, bent over, NOT ONE PERSON stopped to ask me if I was ok. Maybe they see this thing all the time? That's not very nice, in my opinion. But I made it. After a few Tums and a glass of milk I was fine, other than the wounded pride. I don't think I have ever had acid that bad... I can't even remember the last time I needed Tums!! It really hadn't felt like indigestion, but I guess that painful sensation happens to some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****Don't eat at Toi's Touch of Thai. Yuck!*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Bosco's news. We took him to Eufala this weeked for a lunch BBQ. We thought we'd save the boat for later... just try to get him used to swimming. He had no problem, however! He made straight for the lake and went on in- swimming and playing fetch for a few hours. He was so tired when we got him home, and he was passed out way before bedtime. Silly puppy. Next time we will take the boat... Bosco couldn't help going to make friends with everyone else who was there to BBQ as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388835097772922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Ssj8-FvplaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/p0fZ_jshNkk/s400/PA030627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****See below, he apparently has to coat himself in sand and waller around on the beach before swimming again.******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388837011551793314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Ssj-tfIFsKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CIZxZfQ9ZLs/s400/PA030633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8005287308307536612?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8005287308307536612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8005287308307536612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8005287308307536612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8005287308307536612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/10/lord-has-heard-our-pleas-cooler-weather.html' title='The Lord has heard our pleas... cooler weather returns to the South!! Amen.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Ssj8-FvplaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/p0fZ_jshNkk/s72-c/PA030627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4273173964574058937</id><published>2009-09-26T00:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:25:26.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to the family...</title><content type='html'>So, we have a new addition!! Bosco Elwood, or Bosco, joined us the beginning of September. He is already growing- our last vet visit was 15 pounds. Before we know it he is going to be quite a large dog, so we are doing our best to train him now. Still on the short attention span side... but it's never too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we got him a turducken to play with! Well, actually a chicken toy, a duck toy, and a turkey toy. The circle is complete. He loves the heck out of those toys. When we came home from getting the turkey toy I acted like it was MY chew-toy, but Bosco started to take it from me right away. Apparently, he doesn't think anyone else should get chew-toys. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1B-OxF3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f4XZxGjHTcE/s1600-h/P9030531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385533266776677602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1B-OxF3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f4XZxGjHTcE/s400/P9030531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1BY0I3MAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dhBvs9lZyZs/s1600-h/P9050534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385532623973462018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1BY0I3MAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dhBvs9lZyZs/s400/P9050534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1ApCaYAPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80zIzaVedlo/s1600-h/P9070560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385531803171291378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1ApCaYAPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/80zIzaVedlo/s400/P9070560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr0_bT4FTpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tW7MT0wYIiE/s1600-h/P9110591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385530467829501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr0_bT4FTpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tW7MT0wYIiE/s400/P9110591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have high hopes for the little guy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4273173964574058937?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4273173964574058937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4273173964574058937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4273173964574058937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4273173964574058937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/adding-to-family.html' title='Adding to the family...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sr1B-OxF3OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f4XZxGjHTcE/s72-c/P9030531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7583451495916871293</id><published>2009-07-23T15:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:49:35.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Diaper time!!!!" (Anyone know what that's from???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, no. Not really diaper time... but time for Hannah to actually POST something to her blog. I'm gonna tell you now, not the best post. But something is something. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Millions of peaches, peaches for me. Millions of peaches, peaches for free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Literally. We have a client in town with a LOT of peaches. So... a ton of free peaches? Besides a refreshing summer drink- I made a pie!! And a cobbler, but that didn't turn out really. See picture below. FIRST pie as a wife. Well, other than pumpkin pie- which really anyone can do. So, first REAL pie. Ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Trent said one of his best tasting pies. I'd agree- but then again I DID grow up in a very pie-less home.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheesey&lt;/span&gt; expression. I do this well. FYI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SmhuNwXBLBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FFzXkEqbo7M/s1600-h/P7210507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361656538983377938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SmhuNwXBLBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FFzXkEqbo7M/s400/P7210507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just for laughs... see very `&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAMA&lt;/span&gt; truck below. Nice confederate flag... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Also very nice bumper sticker proclaiming the love of farting. How nice. Which the world was full of more people like this gentleman. Oh wait. No- that was a lie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SmhthBj7ZdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c1uQoVL5K1A/s1600-h/Heart+to+Fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361655770506814930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SmhthBj7ZdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c1uQoVL5K1A/s400/Heart+to+Fart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More to come when I get my act together and can blog about a decent subject. Any ideas? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Smhr2OU0NeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/25mPAfl5-rI/s1600-h/Heart+to+Fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7583451495916871293?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7583451495916871293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7583451495916871293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7583451495916871293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7583451495916871293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-time.html' title='What&apos;s the time?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SmhuNwXBLBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/FFzXkEqbo7M/s72-c/P7210507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-9179145812223575708</id><published>2009-04-19T18:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:17:00.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession or not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE are always in style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SetOK6b-q6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dJbHQGTQoZU/s1600-h/3071_653292175251_17000165_38413564_6876998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326436933688011682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SetOK6b-q6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dJbHQGTQoZU/s400/3071_653292175251_17000165_38413564_6876998_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-9179145812223575708?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9179145812223575708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=9179145812223575708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9179145812223575708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9179145812223575708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/recession-or-not.html' title='Recession or not...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SetOK6b-q6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dJbHQGTQoZU/s72-c/3071_653292175251_17000165_38413564_6876998_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7348450733982815124</id><published>2009-04-15T03:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:33:49.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stateism and Gators</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stateism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition according to ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Believing&lt;/span&gt; one state is superior to another.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prejudices&lt;/span&gt; against particular states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it. I'm trying not to. I realize there are many good things and bad things about each state. For instance, Alabama. Mobile is pretty nice. And so is Gulf Shores. BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really DOES seem like every time I think it's "going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; here" something crazy happens. Here is the most recent "for instance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You have to imagine this in your BEST deep south accent, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Hannah to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. Walking through produce, thinking to herself about the items she needs. She overhears a conversation between two women in said produce aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: "What is THAT?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: "Why, I think that's soy sauce!"&lt;br /&gt;W 1: "In the produce section? That don't make no sense!"&lt;br /&gt;W 2: "No it don't. And look- the name on it says 'POM'. That's no name for soy sauce..."&lt;br /&gt;W 1: "Funny. Wonder why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;puttin&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thar&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really happened. And in case you didn't pick up on what they were talking about- it was Pom- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pomegranate&lt;/span&gt; juice. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not trying to make this blog ONLY about why you SHOULDN'T live here- but there are just so many good stories...&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GATORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw my first one this weekend in Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eufala&lt;/span&gt;! We were pretty close- it sunk into the water and swam off when we got too close in the boat, but still really neat. Look- see? Caught it on camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324719603972919666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SeU0RKtdUXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XluDOhmeH1w/s400/P4110450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;- that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7348450733982815124?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7348450733982815124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7348450733982815124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7348450733982815124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7348450733982815124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/stateism-and-gators.html' title='Stateism and Gators'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SeU0RKtdUXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XluDOhmeH1w/s72-c/P4110450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8819232130124922880</id><published>2009-04-03T22:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:07:47.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle, Again...</title><content type='html'>So, back in the saddle again. I have a job- basically doing the same thing I used to at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UBS&lt;/span&gt; just now at Jones. There are a few differences, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-all the free pop I can drink&lt;br /&gt;-a lot more client interaction&lt;br /&gt;-boredom&lt;br /&gt;-a lot less $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a job is a job, and in this area I am really lucky to have found something in my "field". I also might have some great stories to share- there are quite a few characters in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... my face is almost done peeling. We went to an air show in Florida last weekend and I really underestimated how much sunscreen I would need. So- when I got home I looked like a clown. My face was all red except for the parts around my eyes where my sunglasses covered. Thank GOODNESS for makeup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It also turns out Trent learned that the sunglasses industry isn't regulated- they can put "100% UV protection" on just about anything. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;areomed&lt;/span&gt; guys said it costs about $50-$60 at least to really put the complete protection ON the lens. Great. I feel VERY lied to- thinking my eyes were protected all this time.  (I always buy very cheap ones...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air show turned out great- here is a picture of the Heritage run. A WWII fighter, one from Nam, and two modern-day fighters flying in formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SdZ2Rqvd__I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6oCEeSS5qaY/s1600-h/P3290438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320570055688060914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SdZ2Rqvd__I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6oCEeSS5qaY/s320/P3290438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really worth going to- and since it was free we even spent some money on the cheap/gross nachos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... on the way home I got a speeding ticket. I SAW the cop sitting there and didn't slow down because I was convinced I was going the speed limit. Turns out the limit went from 55 to 45 for just long enough to create a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;speedTRAP&lt;/span&gt;. The 55 speed limit sign was right in front of my car when I was receiving my citation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;. The only semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; thing about getting a speeding ticket was that I can pay the fee and take an online drivers class to avoid the points going on my license. I enrolled for a class called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Improv&lt;/span&gt; Traffic Class". Its supposed to be a "fun" way to learn how to be a better driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen- traffic people- you can take your "traffic class" and dress it up with skits from comedians, but I'm not fooled. It's still TRAFFIC CLASS. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** To end on a good note- Diet Rite Tangerine and White Grape pop- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DELISH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Who'd&lt;/span&gt; have known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8819232130124922880?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8819232130124922880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8819232130124922880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8819232130124922880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8819232130124922880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle, Again...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SdZ2Rqvd__I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6oCEeSS5qaY/s72-c/P3290438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8673320760369030139</id><published>2009-03-19T16:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:12:58.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>In my previous post you may have noticed my leg covered in bites. Well, those are still there and now due to another fishing trip I have &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;more red bumps covering my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, however, I came prepared. I bought a repellent at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WallyWorld&lt;/span&gt; that was made right here in `&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;. (Should have known... bah.) For some reason I picked the one without a sprayer under the cap, so before fishing I took the top off and slathered the "please-don't-bite-me" juice all over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://scienceline.org/2007/09/10/ask-knight-mosquitoes/"&gt;So why do mosquitoes bite&lt;/a&gt; me? Well, other than this article pointing out that "I just have the wrong blood type" I have another suggestion. It's a conspiracy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mosquito: "Hey fishy, fishy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fish: "Yes?" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blubb&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: "Know that tasty type O that comes around here sometimes to try to catch you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F: "Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bluuubbb&lt;/span&gt;, I hate that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: "Well, she does put you back in the lake after she catches you- but doesn't it make you frustrated when you think you are getting a meal but its in fact a lure?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F: "Yes! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bluubbubub&lt;/span&gt;. That ticks me off!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: "Want to get back at her?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F: "Yes!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blub&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;M: "Well, keep biting on her line- since she loves catching you so much. Then I will come in and me `n my buddies will have a tasty feast every time she comes- therefore making her life miserable and scratchy. We BOTH win!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F: "I love it! It's so evil it just might work!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blub&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well know what? GAME ON. I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intimidated&lt;/span&gt; by your evil plans. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8673320760369030139?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8673320760369030139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8673320760369030139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8673320760369030139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8673320760369030139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/conspiracy.html' title='Conspiracy'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7550788971881254246</id><published>2009-03-12T02:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:26:12.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory, Inflation, and Snow</title><content type='html'>1. Victory is mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a 5k coming up this weekend on post- which I and my husband are running together. I have been preparing for it- so we have been going on runs in the evenings together around Beaver Lake. Yesterday, we decided to ALSO take our fishing gear with us, so that if we finished running early, we could practice casting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Below, me, practicing casting with my brand new rod and reel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312105992204013938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SbhkQVKLUXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3WBKX_PHgkU/s400/P3060367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up running 3.5 miles, then catching TWO crappies!!!!! (Pic of crappie below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312115735539673602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SbhtHd6a6gI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lmdQrDb-VO0/s320/crappie03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a million bucks after that. The high from running and catching fish!! Well, it was awesome. I'm not bragging- I owe all of this to my husband who is helping me reach my goals fitness-wise and teaching me all about fishing. He really is the amazing one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This DID however have its drawbacks. See pic below... MY leg covered in 15 bug bites. That's ONLY the right lower leg. Not to mention the ones on my other leg, arms, back, elbows, and hands. I ITCH EVERYWHERE!!!!! ACCCHHHHHHHH! (If I were smart, I would've remembered that mosquitoes down here are the size of small birds AND NEVER GO WITHOUT BUG SPRAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312106692648117826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sbhk5GhEJkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wciYAVYIsZw/s400/P3110387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=7052272&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; happened less than 20 miles from our house. It makes me worried. I was less impacted by this than many people from AL. And I wonder, am I less impacted because this is just a temporary residence? Colorado was hit pretty hard by similar things and those hit &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; close to home. Or is it because I see things like this happen and I am &lt;em&gt;USED to it&lt;/em&gt;? It seems like horrific things are getting more and more out-of-control, like these things are growing with some sort of inflation. I think about this often, as someone who might have children in the next few years. What sort of world am I going to bring children into? Don't get me wrong, I want them to be challenged, to grow and learn- but not be nonchalant when a gunman murders dozens of people. Maybe it is inflation of horror. Maybe the media has more access now than it did before. Maybe it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is- better not put your hope in anything but God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed in southern AL!!! And I caught this pic to prove it. It may have not lasted long, but it reminded me of home and of winter. I do miss Colorado.&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=7052272&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sbhh2WsFG_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SVXrVWegZi8/s1600-h/P3010358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312103346914794482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sbhh2WsFG_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/SVXrVWegZi8/s400/P3010358.JPG" 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/3968923690080066368-7550788971881254246?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7550788971881254246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7550788971881254246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7550788971881254246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7550788971881254246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/victory-inflation-and-snow-long-post.html' title='Victory, Inflation, and Snow'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SbhkQVKLUXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3WBKX_PHgkU/s72-c/P3060367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5427612874954742789</id><published>2009-03-01T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:21:52.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A prime example of child abuse... doesn't really fit into Mullet Hunt `09, but it needs to be shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please note the "rat tail" twins. Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308285960904383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SarR9PnmHHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BVJ6SV-3efo/s400/n17000165_38049987_6320184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parents- no child deserves this. PLEASE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5427612874954742789?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5427612874954742789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5427612874954742789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5427612874954742789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5427612874954742789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SarR9PnmHHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BVJ6SV-3efo/s72-c/n17000165_38049987_6320184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5841215500335696097</id><published>2009-02-27T20:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:11:55.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You may ask "What are you learning lately?" to which I'd reply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The helicopters flying over my house are normally Black Hawks." Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sag49EoXCzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_bJ0LYc_icQ/s1600-h/helo-army.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307554782722329394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sag49EoXCzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_bJ0LYc_icQ/s400/helo-army.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness- I AM learning the differences. It's obvious with some of them, but up in the sky they look a little different! I think so far my favorites to see flying are the Chinooks- but I rarely see those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... "When in Rome..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.myteamprints.com/images/other/lrg/6173Talladega.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have tickets for Talladega! I fully intend on dressing as "hick as possible" for this- so if you have any suggestions throw em my way. (And NO- I will not be cutting my hair into a femmullet. I do have standards...) You might also want to follow my "Mullet Hunt" on facebook, I'm sure to catch a few glorious ones... Woohooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5841215500335696097?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5841215500335696097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5841215500335696097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5841215500335696097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5841215500335696097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning.html' title='Learning...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/Sag49EoXCzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_bJ0LYc_icQ/s72-c/helo-army.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5392519906666129964</id><published>2009-02-19T21:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:36:54.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>I have not been good about keeping this updated. So, feel free to give me crap. And here is the LATEST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun, dun, DUNNNNNNNN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally have a job! Wooohooo! Only part-time, but I get to keep my licenses and that is so important- I hadn't expected to be able to do that. So now I can either find another job for the other 2 days a week I won't be working, OR get an MBA online. Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decided to kick it into high gear. Working out twice a day, since I'm not working yet, has made me very sore indeed. But I am signed up for the next 5k run on post with my hubby so I need to keep up the running. I don't want to be last... (Need some motivation to run? Watch "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0425413/"&gt;Run, Fat Boy, Run&lt;/a&gt;". Very funny in a british sort of way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fart tag, anyone? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all I got. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5392519906666129964?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5392519906666129964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5392519906666129964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5392519906666129964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5392519906666129964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3611551185843991803</id><published>2009-02-04T23:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:01:52.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Commercial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.spike.com/efp" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="flvbaseclip=3104886" bgcolor="000000" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, now my husband is calling me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hannerpuss&lt;/span&gt;". I don't know why- I don't even have a moustache!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3611551185843991803?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3611551185843991803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3611551185843991803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3611551185843991803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3611551185843991803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-commercial.html' title='Best Commercial...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1959510759757930130</id><published>2009-01-26T17:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:18:43.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Et_cetera"&gt;Etc...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to blog again. I know. Bein lazy. This is what comes of my unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot going on here. Trying to find a job. Last week I went to a few classes on post about finding a job and went to a few "interviews"- so now I'm hoping for some emails/phone calls for more. This has been pretty entertaining, though, watching some of the other spouses look for work. One had on a shorter shirt with knee-length hooker boots, and one had really tight jeans that were low enough to show her thong. So classy. And I was worried about being overdressed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent and I decided to look up running trails and see if we could find some new ones. We were very excited to find an 13.1 mile track around the lake- promising it was great for mountian bikers. So we got ready for a little hike and set out to find the trailhead. BUT... no. It just meant you could run/bike ON THE FLIPPIN ROAD around the lake. No trail. And really, nothing great for mountain bikers. I want to know who decided they could put streets on the Ft. Rucker website as running trails. So we went back to really THE ONLY TRAIL on post and went for a little "nature walk" as neither one of us was really up for a run. We found some great fungi growing on trees, mushrooms, and elderberries. But while we were riveted on the scenery, we got to talking. What does "state of the art" mean? I have wondered this before and looked it up but then I forgot. So here you all go. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_of_the_art"&gt;Meaning.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love to Google search?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1959510759757930130?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1959510759757930130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1959510759757930130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1959510759757930130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1959510759757930130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/etc.html' title='Etc...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7882009190115456154</id><published>2009-01-12T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:25:49.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New State</title><content type='html'>So. Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SWvB1e1dcGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-ADW8_S00bE/s1600-h/AL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290535311831298146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SWvB1e1dcGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-ADW8_S00bE/s400/AL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving here a month ago- I still don't really know how I feel about this place in general. I mean, it can't really compare to Colorado. No microbrews, no mountains, high humidity... but all of that aside there are some interesting points here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interesting names for towns. (i.e. Opp, Sweet Gum Head, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interesting store names. (i.e. Gitty Up`N`Go, &lt;strong&gt;Piggly Wiggly&lt;/strong&gt;... and YES we have one. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lots of lawn ornamentation. &lt;strong&gt;LOTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Good BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Limited ways to spend $$$$ (Good for saving...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Different roadkill. Oppossums, mainly. Still holding out to see an armadillo- aparently they are everywhere, sneaky little turds. (GRRR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GREAT mullet hunting and draft picks in any store, preferrably Wal-Mart since it has a high concentration of people at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all that being said- jury is still out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impress me, ALABAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SWvBxYQ8naI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C6HrT6Fur8o/s1600-h/AL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7882009190115456154?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7882009190115456154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7882009190115456154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7882009190115456154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7882009190115456154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-state.html' title='New Year, New State'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SWvB1e1dcGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-ADW8_S00bE/s72-c/AL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3191715786974892131</id><published>2008-12-24T03:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:40:38.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://snowflakes.barkleyus.com/"&gt;Never gets old...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3191715786974892131?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3191715786974892131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3191715786974892131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3191715786974892131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3191715786974892131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-please.html' title='Snow, please?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-6864415628157694121</id><published>2008-12-17T15:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:42:51.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Ok- its been a while. Here is a QUICK update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got married in Jamaica. It was beautiful- ate great food, enjoyed every minute with my husband, and got a little sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Moved in to the new house. I love it! Can't wait to make it feel more like home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Christmas. (See new favorite Christmas song.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ashlie- good thing I looked at your blog already. THIS is the better version...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P37xPiRz1sg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P37xPiRz1sg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might give a more "detailed" update later- if anyone is dying to know everything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-6864415628157694121?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6864415628157694121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=6864415628157694121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6864415628157694121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/6864415628157694121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3613103820271384779</id><published>2008-11-21T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:10:12.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, UBS.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye, UBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last day of working at UBS. Or working anywhere- at least until I can find a job in Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WHAT I feel… I think all of the emotions are almost cancelling each other out… but still taking a toll on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious, happy, sad, excited, relived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And VERY soon I'll be saying goodbye to Colorado, my best friend and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. This is harder than I thought it would be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SSbOOfe0isI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IM7tO92ZfxI/s1600-h/untitled4.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127162248006338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SSbOOfe0isI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IM7tO92ZfxI/s320/untitled4.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a picture that one of my advisors was going to use. Whelp, too late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3613103820271384779?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3613103820271384779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3613103820271384779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3613103820271384779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3613103820271384779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-ubs.html' title='Goodbye, UBS.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SSbOOfe0isI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IM7tO92ZfxI/s72-c/untitled4.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5991133478054798007</id><published>2008-11-14T15:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:43:24.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today to the first snow of the season for Denver. It's so quiet and beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SR2NvgWhuII/AAAAAAAAAF0/KauHJTodXz0/s1600-h/800px-Tree_covered_with_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268522986371135618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SR2NvgWhuII/AAAAAAAAAF0/KauHJTodXz0/s400/800px-Tree_covered_with_snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I may take a few breaks from work this morning and just go stand in it. And wish that I lived in a little cabin in the woods... so I could watch the snow and absorb the absolute stillness of it as long as I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I didn't miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5991133478054798007?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5991133478054798007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5991133478054798007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5991133478054798007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5991133478054798007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-snow.html' title='First Snow!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SR2NvgWhuII/AAAAAAAAAF0/KauHJTodXz0/s72-c/800px-Tree_covered_with_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8581443611102073898</id><published>2008-11-12T17:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:14:14.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE to Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Oh Pumpkin. Orange and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very favorite kind of pie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn my frowns upside down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bring a tear to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a mountain of whipped cream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a yummy treat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my coffee you are a dream-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fruit I want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You make the holidays complete!) &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/99/Pumpkins.jpg/800px-Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRsOq7tiuyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a9zlSQLhO70/s1600-h/800px-Pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267820319885933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRsOq7tiuyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a9zlSQLhO70/s400/800px-Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** Oh, no- you are thinking I am unaware of how retarded I am. Nope, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******Pumpkin being a fruit... isn't that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********* There are very few words that rhyme with "coffee", "yummy", or "tasty". And some very harsh words that rhyme with "pie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8581443611102073898?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8581443611102073898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8581443611102073898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8581443611102073898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8581443611102073898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-pumpkin.html' title='ODE to Pumpkin'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRsOq7tiuyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/a9zlSQLhO70/s72-c/800px-Pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8612197901957218700</id><published>2008-11-07T16:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:28:23.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Will Be Able To Afford This Holiday Season...</title><content type='html'>One of the things I will really miss about Colorado is not having Channel 93.3 around to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music- and love the DJ's. One of the DJ's- Nerf- has an "LOL at 5", and it is replayed during the day so in case you can't listen in at 5- you still get a little somethin funny. The latest one was "Things You Will Be Able to Afford This Holiday Season..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In a dramatic voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Generic Ramen&lt;br /&gt;2. Leaves!&lt;br /&gt;3. A Tic Tac&lt;br /&gt;4. The Jake Plummer jersey&lt;br /&gt;5. Rockies season tickets for 2009&lt;br /&gt;6. Creed, greatest hits- volume one AND two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRRb8FU88TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HeKsjAHOYSw/s1600-h/cl081107.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265934952083288370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRRb8FU88TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HeKsjAHOYSw/s400/cl081107.gif" 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/3968923690080066368-8612197901957218700?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8612197901957218700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8612197901957218700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8612197901957218700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8612197901957218700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-you-will-be-able-to-afford-this.html' title='Things You Will Be Able To Afford This Holiday Season...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SRRb8FU88TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HeKsjAHOYSw/s72-c/cl081107.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7068104807491762681</id><published>2008-10-22T22:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:04:45.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think this is just what those kids I have seen (heard!) at Wal-Mart need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, I'd be willing to open a day care like this one. I promise I wouldn't charge too much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SP-Tk2klG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_R57EFQkT70/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085151125543810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SP-Tk2klG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_R57EFQkT70/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7068104807491762681?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7068104807491762681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7068104807491762681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7068104807491762681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7068104807491762681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/wal-mart-children.html' title='Wal-Mart Children'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SP-Tk2klG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/_R57EFQkT70/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5187817277759634894</id><published>2008-10-17T20:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:27:01.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the way I feel/have been feeling. (HERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ work they gave me one of the biggest jerks in the office to help out&lt;/strong&gt;. He has already complained about me to the regional manager. Am I worried? Not really. Already gave my notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paying for the wedding reception myself now&lt;/strong&gt;. After three BLOWOUT fights with my mom. (I think we are at about 20 fights total since engagement! Apparently I know how to cut people in half. I'm a ninja and didn't even know it, so that's cool.) At least now that I am doing everything myself I already have the cake topper ordered, a contract on the reception place, invitations printed and almost all mailed out, and looking for a dress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dress.&lt;/strong&gt; Good self-esteem booster. I wear a size 8 pant, and now a size 14 wedding dress. Yikes. Need to lose weight. The dress looked HORRIBLE. Don't they have wizards to make anyone look great on their wedding day? Let's hope. And please be cheap. I can't afford much else… HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got a flu shot yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. Bad idea? Today I am dizzy, achy and tired. Maybe my body is under too much stress to fight off a tiny flu shot- please…. PLEASE fight off this flu shot and let's not get the flu. That would really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** Sorry blog readers. Hang in there. At some point there will be happy stories of going to AL for Trent's graduation, getting married, and adjusting to life in the South. The "UGH" period of life is almost over!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5187817277759634894?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5187817277759634894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5187817277759634894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5187817277759634894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5187817277759634894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5178112125411916998</id><published>2008-10-02T22:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:32:30.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Cook-Off Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know its not good blog etiquette to post twice in one day, but I have a great story!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came in 1ST place in our office chili cook-off!!!! Wooohoo! (I won a $25 gas gift card.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the cook-off to raise money for the breast cancer research fund "Race for the Cure". There hadn't been an entry yet in the "other" category, so I was told to make some- and since I didn't have a slow cooker, my co-worker Melinda bought me one! My first wedding present- a crock-pot. Yeah! (I made white chicken chili- double on the jalapeños.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got a rather "fun" email in response to the cook-off results from a little British man I make fun of at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Congratulations, and contrary to the opinions of some, you are clearly more than just the rude comments and pretty face - apparently a cook too. If you can sew and maintain a plastic smile in a group of Army wives bitching about their husbands last career report, you are going to excel at Military Wife School&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Thanks Gary. You just wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5178112125411916998?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5178112125411916998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5178112125411916998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5178112125411916998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5178112125411916998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/chili-cook-off-results.html' title='Chili Cook-Off Results'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7079139145926227746</id><published>2008-09-26T22:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:39:08.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; noticed as I walked into work today that there was a strange man in blue scrubs walking aimlessly in our hallway. On the 15th floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe there is a mental hospital nearby and there was an escape. That would explain a few things around here. Maybe the poor guy was trying to reunite with his other "crazies". Birds of a feather... you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;***True story, my brother's high school WAS right next to a mental hospital- and there was an escape. They had to shut down school to find the escape artists. One was just watching football practice. So it CAN happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7079139145926227746?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7079139145926227746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7079139145926227746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7079139145926227746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7079139145926227746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/mental.html' title='Mental'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4987679619199481368</id><published>2008-09-15T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:19:35.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison In My Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I forgot how much I loved explodingdog.com. Thanks, 2004!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SM6XDeKThyI/AAAAAAAAADI/WiSHaWp7I60/s1600-h/ihatethecoffeeatwork.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296701824894754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SM6XDeKThyI/AAAAAAAAADI/WiSHaWp7I60/s400/ihatethecoffeeatwork.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298882221545122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SM6ZCYxYFqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rmzpmyDDucw/s400/doilookstupid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4987679619199481368?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4987679619199481368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4987679619199481368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4987679619199481368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4987679619199481368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/poison-in-my-coffee.html' title='Poison In My Coffee'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SM6XDeKThyI/AAAAAAAAADI/WiSHaWp7I60/s72-c/ihatethecoffeeatwork.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8554748304770962896</id><published>2008-09-11T20:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:13:10.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side Of The Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"The Wrong Side of the Bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure felt like that this morning. I have had several reasons to be grumpy… but then some to make me happy as well. I think I just need to make a list and then try to be happy even if the "stupid annoying things" list is longer. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Annoying Things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The fact that I bought Tupperware containers and made lemon soufflé for the Susan G. Komen bake sale today… and NO ONE has bought any of them. Everything else on the "bake sale table" is almost gone. I should have "baked" something.&lt;br /&gt;2. I parked next to a Toyota Tundra in the compact spots at work. AGAIN. Please see definition of "compact car" &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compact_car"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compact_car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My hair dryer broke this morning. Its only a few months old.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling like frustration/confusion is here to stay…&lt;br /&gt;5. Roommate arguments. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gaining weight&lt;br /&gt;7. My boss. Asking me to ask a "more experienced" associate here to see if I'm doing things wrong. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Happy Things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuggling with Puck&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office, and Heroes. Both GREAT shows.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting a free salad for lunch today. And a cookie. (I only picked a very small cookie)&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting $10 from said boss because I won a bet. I DID do it right.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner with old friends… realizing I am glad I left my old job.&lt;br /&gt;6. Free tickets to a Rockies game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will be happy. The bad list is longer… but I don't want it to win. Dumb list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8554748304770962896?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8554748304770962896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8554748304770962896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8554748304770962896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8554748304770962896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side Of The Bed'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5814170828893198281</id><published>2008-09-11T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:10:40.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL cat for Bec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here you go, Bec... my very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SMle9zfdLLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hycgb7iAVRk/s1600-h/paranoiasihas128651217923557056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244827656936828082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SMle9zfdLLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hycgb7iAVRk/s400/paranoiasihas128651217923557056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5814170828893198281?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5814170828893198281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5814170828893198281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5814170828893198281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5814170828893198281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-cat-for-bec.html' title='LOL cat for Bec.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SMle9zfdLLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hycgb7iAVRk/s72-c/paranoiasihas128651217923557056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8809579608471638669</id><published>2008-09-04T17:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:09:07.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL cats?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Too funny- you can make your own LOLcats pic. I think I'll make one of Puck. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/funny-pictures-kitten-licks-cheeseburger-residue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/funny-pictures-kitten-licks-cheeseburger-residue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-pawshank-redemption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-pawshank-redemption.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-raccoons-are-here-to-help-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-raccoons-are-here-to-help-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-bad-idea-cat-is-always-full-of-surprises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-bad-idea-cat-is-always-full-of-surprises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-you-have-four-seconds-to-feed-the-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-you-have-four-seconds-to-feed-the-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-cat-drives-an-invisible-racecar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/funny-pictures-cat-drives-an-invisible-racecar.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8809579608471638669?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8809579608471638669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8809579608471638669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8809579608471638669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8809579608471638669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-cats.html' title='LOL cats?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1431883771099275912</id><published>2008-09-02T18:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:11:04.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bahamas Sound Nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The REAL Hannah wants to be in the Bahamas right now too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2008/US/weather/09/02/hurricane.hanna/art.hanna.1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2008/US/weather/09/02/hurricane.hanna/art.hanna.1745.jpg" 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/3968923690080066368-1431883771099275912?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1431883771099275912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1431883771099275912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1431883771099275912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1431883771099275912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/real-hannah-wants-to-be-in-bahamas.html' title='The Bahamas Sound Nice...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-7964008444242489718</id><published>2008-08-27T21:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:14:36.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver and Meth Heads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2008/POLITICS/08/26/obama.threat/art.obama.mugs.split.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2008/POLITICS/08/26/obama.threat/art.obama.mugs.split.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please take a moment to read the article below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/08/26/obama.threat/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/08/26/obama.threat/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet. These racist retards were having a jolly old time with their meth in the hotel LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO MY OFFICE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. So when Denver gets a world spotlight, all we have to show is a bunch of idiotic protesters and three bu**wipes (See pictures!) who want to assassinate a candidate because of the color of his skin, jump out of 6th floor windows and do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-7964008444242489718?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7964008444242489718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=7964008444242489718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7964008444242489718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/7964008444242489718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/denver-and-meth-heads.html' title='Denver and Meth Heads...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4827161027257808404</id><published>2008-08-15T01:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:17:56.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MY JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So... guess what? I hate my job. Want to know why?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically work for a flat rate that I am paid by UBS, then the brokers I work for supplement my income out of their production so that my salary sort of depends on how well I do to support my brokers and their clients. That's how it’s supposed to work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my brokers calls me into his office to talk. He asks me to come up with a proposal on my own to present to him, detailing the amount I think I deserve to be paid and my goals to accomplish for HIM this quarter. He stipulates that because I “have not been myself” that I should be paid a little less, and also that two weeks is a reasonable amount to be absent from work in a calendar year- including BOTH vacation time and sick time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBS gives us three weeks vacation, plus 2 personal days, and 8 sick days. And if I take those days… I will be paid less??!?! Um, no. Not ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried telling him WHY I don’t agree with quarterly income (it should be monthly), why I don’t agree with being penalized for taking the vacation time I have earned, and why I disagree with being penalized simply because “I haven’t been myself”. He didn’t listen to a word I said, then when I brought up his LAST assistant he said paying her well “was a mistake”. His words. Not mine. She would love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep in mind none of this has to do with how I treat his clients, how fast I get projects done and how good I am at what I do. Maybe I should start sucking at my job. Or win the lottery. Or go talk to my manager (who is his best friend…). Or kidnap his dog. Seriously… better ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe…. Relax. Breathe… relax. ACK!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thesituationist.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/big_make-face-angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4827161027257808404?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4827161027257808404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4827161027257808404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4827161027257808404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4827161027257808404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-my-job.html' title='I HATE MY JOB'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-785080372626368811</id><published>2008-07-29T16:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:31:41.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory foam... I have a layer of this on my bed and I have to say... I'm hooked! It's so comfortable that I have trouble getting out of bed on most days. But as I was lying in bed last night, just thinking about how much I love my bed... it occurred to me... "Why is it called 'memory foam'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put pressure on it- it sinks in to accommodate whatever form is on it, but as soon as the pressure is released, it goes right back into shape. Shouldn't it be called 'FOREGETFUL foam'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapse in judgment regarding the name aside… I googled memory foam this morning and found this little tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how does it work? Why is it called memory foam? Well, the foam in the mattress will absorb your body heat and mold itself to your body shape giving you support exactly where you need it. It's also ideal for couples, especially if one partner is much larger as it supports you both individually so no more rolling into those valleys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Just in case anyone is sleeping with an elephant in their bed, memory foam might be a good idea. :O)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-785080372626368811?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/785080372626368811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=785080372626368811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/785080372626368811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/785080372626368811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1322305901605506416</id><published>2008-07-01T20:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:05:37.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Like Some Whine With Your Cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A recent introspection has left me feeling a little sad because I have found myself focusing on the negative things in my life… which ultimately has brought my spirit down. It's like I said to Alex yesterday…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owwww" -Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" –Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My soul hurts from being at work all day." –Me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being overly dramatic aside… I am HAPPY. So here is to focusing on the good things… the things that make it worth going through the tough stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1322305901605506416?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1322305901605506416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1322305901605506416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1322305901605506416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1322305901605506416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-you-like-some-whine-with-your.html' title='Would You Like Some Whine With Your Cheese?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5859610153638111836</id><published>2008-06-25T21:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:29:39.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few little thoughts for you while I am sitting here at work waiting to go home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for everyone's favorite, public humiliation. One of the most humiliating things EVER happened to me yesterday. In fact it was so bad that I am not even going to tell you all what happened. I told Alex, and maybe Ashlie via secure email. Anyway, maybe I filled my quota for the year. Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"BLLLOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD! Not funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See Utube for video) Giving blood has always been easy- up til today. I started sweating SO much it was like I had ran about 3 miles. I was covered! Apparently I had low blood pressure after they finished draining my life-juice, so I had to lay down and drink juice. What a wimp. At least I got a REALLY cool tee-shirt for FREE! Aren't you jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, clients/people at work sometimes RAISE my blood pressure. I made a few pictures for you to see how I relieve my stress when I could punch someone in the face. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(PS in case you are slow, thats me eating and spraying clients with fire.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKcLMwJTAI/AAAAAAAAACo/b59GVb28SCU/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215903034664111106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKcLMwJTAI/AAAAAAAAACo/b59GVb28SCU/s400/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKavMCnlII/AAAAAAAAACg/rAbWE7w_ZRE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215901453925192834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKavMCnlII/AAAAAAAAACg/rAbWE7w_ZRE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKaieZ4g7I/AAAAAAAAACY/MQ1Iq62uQZk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5859610153638111836?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5859610153638111836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5859610153638111836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5859610153638111836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5859610153638111836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/06/hump-day-thoughts.html' title='Hump Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SGKcLMwJTAI/AAAAAAAAACo/b59GVb28SCU/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-9020796477615204280</id><published>2008-06-19T19:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:49:46.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Lost". Good show. Especially the first few seasons- can't say much about the rest since I haven't seen them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched an episode where "Hurley", the coolest guy by FAR on the show, has a crush on "Libby", a maybe-psycho-girl who is pretending to be a psychologist (but then she dies and we will never know...). Anyways, Hurley struggles with being overweight even after being stranded on an island for months, mainly because he stole food for a private stash and hid it in the jungle. He tearfully confesses this to Libby, who goes with him to the stash and helps him pour out everything so that he won't be tempted by it. (A little strange considering there are other hungry people around… eh.) AS SOON AS THIS HAPPENS, there is an air-drop of a ton MORE food from seemingly nowhere. Libby jokes that the island doesn't want him to succeed in losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, am I on that freaking island? Seriously. Take today for example… I come in to work planning on a banana for breakfast and maybe some cottage cheese. Then one wholesaler comes in with five buckets of bagels and cream cheese, then another wholesaler brings in "duffy rolls"- almost like a crispy cinnamon roll. (OH I AM NOT DONE…) Then there is leftover cake in the fridge, and another wholesaler brings in KFC for lunch- plus my boss offers to buy me a snack downstairs at our café. Luckily I didn’t eat that stuff- other than the snack from the café- but that was only because I felt so guilty about the dinner I had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. Maybe life is a constant "when-you-feel-strong-watch-out-there's-a-trap!" I'd really like to get off this rollercoaster… and I am trying. Any advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixelatedpov.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/112237__hurley_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pixelatedpov.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/112237__hurley_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-9020796477615204280?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9020796477615204280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=9020796477615204280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9020796477615204280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9020796477615204280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4240172135910761616</id><published>2008-06-11T20:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:26:39.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a New Horn For My Honda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roundabout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Give way sign at a roundabout in Australia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Give_way_sign_at_roundabout_%28Australia%29.svg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A roundabout is a type of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Road junction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_junction"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;road junction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Traffic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traffic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; enters a one-way stream around a central island. In the United States it is technically called a modern roundabout, to emphasize the distinction from the older, larger type of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Traffic circle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traffic_circle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;traffic circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, roundabouts are statistically safer than both traffic circles and traditional intersections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roundabout#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with the exception that cyclists have a significantly increased crash rate at large roundabouts. Roundabouts do not cope as well with the traffic on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Motorway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motorway"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;motorways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Highway" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highway"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;highways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, or similar fast roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/UK_Roundabout_8_Cars.gif/180px-"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/UK_Roundabout_8_Cars.gif/180px-" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a5/RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg/180px-RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a5/RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg/180px-RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a5/RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg/180px-RoundaboutDoubleTurnO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;APPARENTLY, most of America has missed this memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to driving 101 for the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most of the time I can let small things go- like cutting in line at the grocery store. Mostly because small annoyances don't happen to me every day. Sure they get on my nerves a little bit but I don't feel like punching my hand through my driver's side window. ROUND-A-BOUTS on the other hand make me flippin CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one in front of my office building. Desirous as I am of avoiding it, I can't. Unless it’s a weekend and I am not at work. Picture this… two lanes come up to a round-a-bout. The right-hand lane has a yield sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yield sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yield_sign#column-one#column-one"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;navigation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yield_sign#searchInput#searchInput"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;search&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Road transport" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_transport"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;road transport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, a yield (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Canada" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Republic of Ireland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republic_of_Ireland"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ireland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, and the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United States&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) or give way (many[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Avoid weasel words" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_words"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weasel words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Commonwealth of Nations" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonwealth_of_Nations"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commonwealth countries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Traffic sign" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traffic_sign"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traffic sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; indicates that a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Driving" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Driving"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;driver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; of a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Vehicle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vehicle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vehicle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; must slow down and prepare to stop if necessary (usually while merging into traffic on another &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Road" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) but does not need to stop if there is no reason to. A driver who has actually stopped in this situation is said to have yielded the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Traffic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traffic#Priority_.28right_of_way.29.29"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right-of-way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to through traffic on the main road. In contrast, a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Stop sign" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_sign"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; always requires a full stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, do we understand YIELD now? Moving on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY- the car in the right lane tries to enter the round-a-bout first and cut right in front of me, narrowly missing my bumper every time. THEN, I get the "finger", or the "LOOK". I swear every time I get the "look" I want to throw the car in park, pull the person out of their car and break both of their arms so they can't drive for a while and give them a number to a driving school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had to SLAM on my brakes to miss a car that shot out in front of me from another entrance on the round-a-bout coming from the Hyatt. Almost smashed his car in half. And you know what? It wouldn’t be my fault Mr. I-AM-TOO-IMPORTANT-TO-OBEY-TRAFFIC-RULES!!! Maybe next time I'll temporarily forget my brakes and just make a pretty little dent in your Mercedes-Benz. Now wouldn’t that be sad. Maybe your insurance company would pay your way through driving school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done, the more I talk about this the more pent-up frustration is coming out my nostrils. GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4240172135910761616?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4240172135910761616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4240172135910761616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4240172135910761616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4240172135910761616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-new-horn-for-my-honda.html' title='I Need a New Horn For My Honda.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-2348789361781667525</id><published>2008-05-21T15:29:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:09:43.769+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank.'/><title type='text'>From Phoenix to Santa Fe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Business trips... most likely the only two I'll go on all year. Pretty good trips but there were just a few odd things I felt compelled to share with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;First off- the most recent trip to Santa Fe. Below you- please note a picture I took in the Women's bathroom in the Albuquerque airport. Yes, this is what you think it is. A sharps collector most commonly found in a doctors office. Not a restroom. Please also note the MANY syringes in it. I could have grabbed a few used ones had I wanted to. Um....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQrAcf8ASI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nCS1wQTngM/s1600-h/n17000165_36025592_3972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202830756169908514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQrAcf8ASI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nCS1wQTngM/s400/n17000165_36025592_3972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Secondly, Phoenix. Everything was great... spent time with my aunt Coco (haven't seen her in over 5 years...), great food, great bed, great mojitos.... yum. But take a look at some pictures I took of the inside of our great Hyatt Regency downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQoC8f8ARI/AAAAAAAAACI/HcoCBpk7J9w/s1600-h/n17000165_36056733_9754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202827500584698130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQoC8f8ARI/AAAAAAAAACI/HcoCBpk7J9w/s400/n17000165_36056733_9754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQn7sf8AQI/AAAAAAAAACA/amgZfsM50d4/s1600-h/n17000165_36057792_4696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202827376030646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQn7sf8AQI/AAAAAAAAACA/amgZfsM50d4/s400/n17000165_36057792_4696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQn0sf8API/AAAAAAAAAB4/rph3q6B2ubE/s1600-h/n17000165_36057400_8174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202827255771562226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQn0sf8API/AAAAAAAAAB4/rph3q6B2ubE/s400/n17000165_36057400_8174.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQnmMf8AOI/AAAAAAAAABw/BlhOvnopjYE/s1600-h/n17000165_36056766_3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202827006663459042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQnmMf8AOI/AAAAAAAAABw/BlhOvnopjYE/s400/n17000165_36056766_3341.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQnhcf8ANI/AAAAAAAAABo/FGLXIB_djOk/s1600-h/n17000165_36056765_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202826925059080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQnhcf8ANI/AAAAAAAAABo/FGLXIB_djOk/s400/n17000165_36056765_2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;UM, yeah. Creepy. For anyone who has seen "Donny Darko" and remembers the horrible rabbit "Frank"... you know what I'm getting at. Larger-than-life, odd looking random animals crawling up the sides of the hotel, doing stunts, leaning over the elevator so every time you come to the main floor "FRANK" is there to greet you. ACK! Want a picture of "Frank"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.cba-analisi.it/public/gallery/vari/2005-06-13_15-05-36_FrankEyeGlow.jpg"&gt;http://http://www.cba-analisi.it/public/gallery/vari/2005-06-13_15-05-36_FrankEyeGlow.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQkxMf8AMI/AAAAAAAAABg/t_FXCLhYGOA/s1600-h/n17000165_36056765_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-2348789361781667525?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2348789361781667525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=2348789361781667525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2348789361781667525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2348789361781667525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/phoenix.html' title='From Phoenix to Santa Fe...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SDQrAcf8ASI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_nCS1wQTngM/s72-c/n17000165_36025592_3972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1618002961886438457</id><published>2008-05-13T18:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:44:03.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are some VERY odd things to be afraid of... see list of some of my favorites below. :O)&lt;/p&gt;***How can you possibly be terrified of freedom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolsheviks- Bolshephobia.&lt;br /&gt;Bridges or of crossing them- Gephyrophobia. (My dad actually has this one…)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful women- Caligynephobia.&lt;br /&gt;Chickens- Alektorophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Chopsticks- Consecotaleophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Eight, the number- Octophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom- Eleutherophobia. (No thanks, I'll have communism please...)&lt;br /&gt;Gaiety- Cherophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Garlic- Alliumphobia. (Can anyone say Vampire?)&lt;br /&gt;Japanese or Japanese culture- Japanophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing- Philemaphobia or Philematophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up- Anablephobia or Anablepophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Menstruation- Menophobia. (The bears... they smell the menstruation!!)&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors or seeing oneself in a mirror- Eisoptrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Money- Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Northern lights- Auroraphobia.&lt;br /&gt;Opinions- Allodoxaphobia.&lt;br /&gt;Otters- Lutraphobia.&lt;br /&gt;Phobias- Phobophobia. (You can have a fear of phobias???? Honestly…)&lt;br /&gt;Poetry- Metrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Puppets- Pupaphobia.&lt;br /&gt;Staying single- Anuptaphobia. (Don't we all at some point?)&lt;br /&gt;Snow- Chionophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers- Ephebiphobia. (No comment...)&lt;br /&gt;Ugliness- Cacophobia.&lt;br /&gt;Waits, long- Macrophobia. (I have this one)&lt;br /&gt;Words, long- Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia or Sesquipedalophobia. (Appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to see the whole list here it is: &lt;a href="http://phobialist.com/reverse.html"&gt;http://phobialist.com/reverse.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1618002961886438457?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1618002961886438457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1618002961886438457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1618002961886438457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1618002961886438457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5855423243981230702</id><published>2008-05-06T23:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:30:24.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcon Cam LIVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check this out- so entertaining! The mama falcon is watching over her little baby falcons- all recorded by this live cam. She fed them a rabbit earlier today I heard... I wanna see that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanjose.granicus.com/MediaPlayer.php?view_id=&amp;amp;clip_id=&amp;amp;publish_id=91&amp;amp;event_id"&gt;http://sanjose.granicus.com/MediaPlayer.php?view_id=&amp;amp;clip_id=&amp;amp;publish_id=91&amp;amp;event_id&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/3968923690080066368-5855423243981230702?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5855423243981230702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5855423243981230702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5855423243981230702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5855423243981230702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/falcon-cam-live.html' title='Falcon Cam LIVE...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-397787209982664373</id><published>2008-05-06T18:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:04:08.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SCCBZU6N7vI/AAAAAAAAABA/R93J1wN9dSs/s1600-h/cl080506.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197296242095156978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SCCBZU6N7vI/AAAAAAAAABA/R93J1wN9dSs/s400/cl080506.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SCCBPE6N7uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4Cvne0z6xH8/s1600-h/cl080506.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/cl/2008/cl080506.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-397787209982664373?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/397787209982664373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=397787209982664373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/397787209982664373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/397787209982664373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/05/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SCCBZU6N7vI/AAAAAAAAABA/R93J1wN9dSs/s72-c/cl080506.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8695315945769500222</id><published>2008-04-28T16:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:07:53.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oracle of Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.buttafly.com/content/images-content/starbucks/starbucks_oracle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.buttafly.com/content/images-content/starbucks/starbucks_oracle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks Bec for passing along this website- now I have HUGE self-esteem and I feel so encouraged. (sarcasm?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buttafly.com/starbucks/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.buttafly.com/starbucks/index.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, if you go to this website and type in your typical drink order, it analyzes your personality and 'tells it like it is'. I wasn't a huge fan of Starbucks anyway- but now I think I'll be less inclined to frequent this establishment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My drink was an iced skinny sugar-free latte- here is what it thinks of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Behold the Oracle's wisdom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Personality type: Fat&lt;br /&gt;You're always worrying about your weight. That's because you're fat. You're constantly whining about problems that are your own fault. You are a total pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also drinks: Diet RC Cola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can also be found: On Jerry Springer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Folks- I would never be on Springer, that's just mean...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8695315945769500222?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8695315945769500222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8695315945769500222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8695315945769500222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8695315945769500222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/oracle-of-starbucks.html' title='The Oracle of Starbucks'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-3405107504218113950</id><published>2008-04-24T16:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:23:18.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A WHAT Horse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"'Charley horse' can be as painful as it is mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;The charley horse, or nocturnal leg cramp, is as common as it is unwelcome — a miserable, unexplainable affliction that has us, and doctors, wondering why the heck it happens and how we can avoid the next one." -ABC News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going crazy. Last night I woke up to a HORRIBLE cramp in my leg- the one where you can't breathe until it's over and then you lay there stunned out of your blissful slumber wondering what just happened... I thought for some reason it was a "crazy horse". When I told a co-worker about my "crazy horse" they looked really confused and told me they had never heard of such a thing before. So I spent about 15 minutes trying to Google search the "crazy horse" and show them that its a term for an awful cramp in your muscles that makes you imobile/want to die. Didn't come up with anything- because I'm retarded. It's called a CHARLEY HORSE. Duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just to stand on my soapbox for a minute- who the BLEEP decided to give such a horrible experience such a cute name? Why not call a headache a "Justin Horse"? (That would be my suggestion, named fondly for the 83 year old crump I have to work for every day...) And there are others, like "tennis elbow" and "trigger finger".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those are also too cute... ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to re-name painful events so that I feel better telling others that I survived them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;List of possibilties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leg-Death Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiery Spasm Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seizure Agony Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suffering Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any other great ideas for appropriate names for any kind of pain? I'd love to hear your ideas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-3405107504218113950?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3405107504218113950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=3405107504218113950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3405107504218113950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/3405107504218113950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-horse.html' title='A WHAT Horse?'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8986698071605636766</id><published>2008-04-21T21:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:27:58.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Series 66... DONE. And other thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So welcome to my cubicle. It's around lunchtime but I have too much to do so I can't leave. Why am I posting on here then you may ask? Good question… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep my hands busy so I don't snack on peanut butter… its absolutely fantastic!! I got the "nutty" kind, more chunks than "crunchy". I don't understand those people who eat "smooth"- I mean, do they not like ANY excitement in their mouth? I know I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a good way to spend $20- go to this website. I love the jewelry!! Its really good quality plus they ship it relatively fast... I'm trying to not look for a while though- I really dont need more jewelry. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.therainforestsite.com/store/category.do?siteId=221&amp;amp;categoryId=252&amp;amp;origin=1507"&gt;http://shop.therainforestsite.com/store/category.do?siteId=221&amp;amp;categoryId=252&amp;amp;origin=1507&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY DUMB LICENSING TEST!!!!!! (I actually got an 85%- which is much better than others in the office have done.) I intend on working out every day after work and watching movies and playing with my attention-starved cat. Or doing whatever else I want whenever I want. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I had to say really- just a happy clam knowing my cram-for-test days are over for a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8986698071605636766?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8986698071605636766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8986698071605636766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8986698071605636766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8986698071605636766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/series-66-done.html' title='Series 66... DONE. And other thoughts...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-4562520629791133812</id><published>2008-04-14T16:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:30:11.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>KC Experiencing High Mullet Levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SANpugkTY9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/O1gPEnzOyHo/s1600-h/MULLET"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189107443398042578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SANpugkTY9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/O1gPEnzOyHo/s320/MULLET" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another great capture by Kristen Erickson... just flippin fantastic!! I don't even know what to call this one... other than "glorious".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It looks like a comb-over mullet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-4562520629791133812?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4562520629791133812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=4562520629791133812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4562520629791133812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/4562520629791133812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/kc-experiencing-high-mullet-levels.html' title='KC Experiencing High Mullet Levels'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/SANpugkTY9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/O1gPEnzOyHo/s72-c/MULLET' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-1911294954141627490</id><published>2008-04-10T23:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:10:44.089+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just thought I'd put it out there that today I sneezed with a mouthful of jalepeno chips... not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I want to go home...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-1911294954141627490?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1911294954141627490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=1911294954141627490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1911294954141627490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/1911294954141627490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/eew.html' title='Eew'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5302312876879582716</id><published>2008-04-09T18:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:23:33.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wal-Mart World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many of you know I had eye surgery a few years ago and my vision is still a bit fuzzy when it comes to distance. I'm on a steroid eye drop once a day to help this- however sometimes it's still a bit of an inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Wal-Mart yesterday doing some shopping for my lemon soufflé and toilet paper, when I see a man in an orange hoodie shopping near the produce aisle. I squinted and squinted… pretty sure he was a relative of mine!! His name- I think- is Buffy and he is on my grandpa's side, maybe a 3rd or 4th cousin. I wanted to say hello, but I had to make sure it was him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am like a stalker walking up and down aisles trying to get close enough, and finally get the courage to walk right past him. He looked right at me, and sure enough, it WAS him. However, he looked at me without a hint of recollection, so I decided to just walk on and leave it alone. Who wants to try to explain to someone that they REALLY ARE related- somehow- in the cooking section of Wal-Mart? That would have been awkward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was this brush with awkwardness that took me into the vision center and ordered me some nice- expensive- new glasses. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the addition of some "spectacles" to my lovely face. I'm sure to be TWICE as attractive so hold on!! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: this temporary brush with attractiveness because of glasses should only last hopefully 10 months, when hopefully I will be able to get a "touch-up" surgery. Don't worry…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuyeyeglasses.com/images/products/large/08452052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuyeyeglasses.com/images/products/large/08452052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bestbuyeyeglasses.com/images/products/large/08452052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5302312876879582716?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5302312876879582716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5302312876879582716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5302312876879582716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5302312876879582716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-wal-mart-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Wal-Mart World...'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-356167748998067325</id><published>2008-04-07T16:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:31:53.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mullet Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mullet Madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is over, dear friends, but "Mullet Hunt" has only just begun. One of the main reasons for this blog is to share photos of great catches with my friends who sadly cannot view my collection on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catch is courtesy of Kristen Erickson, who was on the ball with her camera phone. And to quote a great movie- this catch seems like he is trying to "be classy" but obviously "likes to party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep em comin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R_ouuEGhqgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HTrn7brGa_c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186509289780521474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R_ouuEGhqgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HTrn7brGa_c/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-356167748998067325?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/356167748998067325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=356167748998067325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/356167748998067325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/356167748998067325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/mullet-madness.html' title='Mullet Madness'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R_ouuEGhqgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HTrn7brGa_c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-8321337524257123175</id><published>2008-04-03T15:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:14:26.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love sushi. At some point I really want to go to Japan- see the cherry blossoms, climb those beautiful mountains, sit by the ocean, but mostly- taste the original stuff fresh from the hands of the experts and the bounty of the sea. That being said- I am NOT a fan of the "sushi restaurant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one last night for example, in the tech center where I work and live. It's supposed to be a very nice restaurant- after all it's in a very "nice" part of town. (Don't get me started on how much I hate this area sometimes and those uppity richies who live here….) So my friend Carmen goes to use the restroom and comes back to tell us that either there is a large beetle on the floor in there or someone couldn’t wait to get to the toilet. EWWWWWWWW! Either way- know what I'm saying? So I go "have a look". It's not as bad as I was expecting, but looks like a black trash bag stuffed with rice or some white substance, blocking the drain on the floor. ?????? Anyone? Bueller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they charge so much for us to eat there you'd think they could keep the bathrooms clear of "black piles" of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the music they play at these places drives me nuts as well. Not a fan of Asian boy-girl-bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16773536.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B13C4647D-606A-4006-A8C1-37CB3847D70B%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16773536.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B13C4647D-606A-4006-A8C1-37CB3847D70B%7D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But one tasty thing to mention- jalapeños in sushi is a GREAT idea- try it if you are the adventuresome type- its my new favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-8321337524257123175?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8321337524257123175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=8321337524257123175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8321337524257123175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/8321337524257123175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/04/ah-sushi.html' title='Ah sushi'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-2547530295451289142</id><published>2008-03-27T20:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:04:10.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R-v4KEGhqfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eC4miVUJL6M/s1600-h/himher.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182508648003381746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R-v4KEGhqfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eC4miVUJL6M/s320/himher.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to catch these two in person someday. This is my dream... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The glory of "Mullet Hunt '08" continues. May you catch a glorious one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-2547530295451289142?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2547530295451289142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=2547530295451289142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2547530295451289142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/2547530295451289142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-catch-these-two-in-person.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYTZ_PcqTo/R-v4KEGhqfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eC4miVUJL6M/s72-c/himher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-5904959495600477252</id><published>2008-03-25T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:18:52.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin with Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Great way to start something, problems catch more attention than just starting out with something fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting my test on the back burner. It's boring, useless, and other than be helpful in people being impressed with me at work, has no purpose. I could get business cards, true, but does anyone ever ASK me for one? No. I'm not important. I want to relax, spend time with Trent until he leaves again in May, and minimize the stress going on with my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss said I needed to "get my sh** together and get it done". Yikes. I realize it does need to be done but is a two-month delay going to kill anyone? Honestly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any opinions? (You can leave comments on this thing, even if you don’t have your own blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am trying to focus on losing weight. I just got a new membership to 24 Hour Fitness which is really close to home/work so that I can workout with my best friend Alex and other considerably awesome friend Casi for more motivation. I am REALLY out of shape considering I did a vertical-climb-hike with Trent and almost died. No bueno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing though is enjoying the food I eat instead of shoving my face like I normally do. And only eating when I'm hungry- I tend to eat when bored/stressed. Work is usually good because I can keep my mind off of junk but nights and weekends are tough stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm enjoying some habanero garlic hot sauce, courtesy of my boss Greg, called "Danny Cash' Bottled Up Anger". WOW good!! I'm in love… and I'm tearing up too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-5904959495600477252?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5904959495600477252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=5904959495600477252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5904959495600477252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/5904959495600477252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/begin-with-problems.html' title='Begin with Problems'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968923690080066368.post-9168420958095509640</id><published>2008-03-21T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:40:23.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Welcome Mat'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So its about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something quite profound today and thought I'd better write it down because I would forget what it was. I sure did. But blogging isn't as dumb as writing everything down that I think during the day. I havent had one of these in a long time either- so this might have a bit of a rocky start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Welcome to my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3968923690080066368-9168420958095509640?l=canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9168420958095509640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3968923690080066368&amp;postID=9168420958095509640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9168420958095509640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3968923690080066368/posts/default/9168420958095509640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canipleasehaveacookie.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09802688888537518015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNW7fncnMbg/TaaVKTNU7iI/AAAAAAAAAN8/J63akfYS0dI/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
