tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42764299382735860602024-03-21T04:51:13.415-07:00Welcome to My Life.Love. Family. Friends. Gracie. Nature. Design. Colors. Sunshine. Pink. Cheerful. Daughter. Creative. Inspire. Mystery. Adventure. Photography. Travel. Gardens. Genuine. Student. Kind. Sassy. This is my life. This is me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-90238072359274050382011-12-20T18:33:00.000-08:002011-12-20T18:34:46.149-08:00DON'T BE A GRINCH!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumDwAho-p8izYKVgsIj2U6Vk8UqvUjlsQNBLZSwkiUTX7j72FfRA3XQ-a53Zlxn3eTFS80fBiswKqwpSQuHLCB5SrsTyWWnLzVx45ovJtRgpqfuRGLRzYQikhGPZOwD2pRzq_4t1_BY8/s1600/GRINCH.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688404276617855458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumDwAho-p8izYKVgsIj2U6Vk8UqvUjlsQNBLZSwkiUTX7j72FfRA3XQ-a53Zlxn3eTFS80fBiswKqwpSQuHLCB5SrsTyWWnLzVx45ovJtRgpqfuRGLRzYQikhGPZOwD2pRzq_4t1_BY8/s400/GRINCH.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-24292808776301083432011-12-15T09:00:00.000-08:002011-12-15T09:00:02.875-08:00Honey.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My roommate is a cat lover. She has one cat named Angel, age 9, who can be not so angelic at times. Angel is also a bit plump, but quite content with his lazy lifestyle. Then one day out of the blue, my roommate says, "I think Angel needs a playmate. Maybe it'll help him lose weight." "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Humm</span>...." I said, "As long as you know I want no responsibility of either of them." "He he he he!" said the roommate. (Like she thought I was kidding or something).</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Enter Honey:</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrwyOHaq7Rzor47PVoqBJkmwmPkFsfsicL3d6ICyHp3_MsF1gDKyfrMz52y7itTUAzKJPgJEHv0x-1ch2GrQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If that face doesn't warm your heart, I don't know what will.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-11010517872713588232011-12-13T20:36:00.000-08:002011-12-13T20:44:20.680-08:00To the Extreme<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjIKrD1_CraC8YpkmbBPsrEAI1iX23zMYLd0IQaeTiT0MYsAk74B_hxaWZIJTP211wX5ulfxsba-H28-t1vOJBrqLwsZ1Bv4QnTYKQg3uY3hyphenhyphenTCPl2YYi3V3gkVoi6TPjxvyCZIgHtkU/s1600/button+box.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685838690236953762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjIKrD1_CraC8YpkmbBPsrEAI1iX23zMYLd0IQaeTiT0MYsAk74B_hxaWZIJTP211wX5ulfxsba-H28-t1vOJBrqLwsZ1Bv4QnTYKQg3uY3hyphenhyphenTCPl2YYi3V3gkVoi6TPjxvyCZIgHtkU/s400/button+box.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> Exhaustion.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The effects of extreme button sorting.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(complements of Mom)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-55020704977122108702011-12-01T17:18:00.000-08:002011-12-02T18:33:57.495-08:00My Button Box<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">In honor of my Mothers button box that I used to play with as a child, today I started my very own button box, creatd out of an old tea tin.</span><br /></div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681335398289610722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qeapg0Boag98nn1LMuu3aRkBlQxzLS2fYJhyxRral7sWP1cX8958u1Y5DmVTL3nMiDQR_u-Pw1anOSRSt80riZz_QmDQ-KVSyxssYweOEfWfYWiCn22zYpmTqLZkJI9Yn99CTJ_3neU/s400/PC010006.JPG" /></p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681335396306275554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Er6wS2RlXDatTp6T2IUBKNEolV-WPRhAGatzdAj1ASlqqJvlSw005d4wkJkNRL5STvLHCX6X05c_7hF91MiWQ2ShvhB1qKX2_Hv_Dc83yBTAPz2tLmQ2_J4FHPJZe6-zxiMXv3bglA8/s400/PC010007.JPG" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Simple things like this make me smile. </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">:)</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-61406086133139132382011-11-27T11:43:00.000-08:002011-11-27T11:52:12.999-08:00FIDM Alumni Holiday Party 2011<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">May the rest of 2011 find you Happy and Grateful for your many blessings.<br /></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679764069813513666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnITY3eVYdor6WekHvquSI5tC6kF42-sxsvcmGM1rFscwbtikRTeQW2kc-jaiaqS9uiQ1z2AO_ZidPQqBlXq8bc3tbkJrVLyIPN4kclOlNB2-hjZqbQZUFfG_cdTRkCYYOvatpupe0kY/s400/FIDM+4.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679764064374209730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZYUJ9bsrt8d7SzJYfN1ipilrIYiJFBbYIHMpd9E9-4NVXCg_rnFw9UT1JlaVw1d7qokJmb3gyaXhSeMz7T7M2-HY1raXGC4ugTopt0F1DWGL17JcCy7soIw_IxZaBQSYZe2ir_1S89I/s400/FIDM+3.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679764063900943650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4OMYroTJYqLb3VKGk0_wz2deL9b6gFno2LdQBehYUciG24nb6T71-RMdwrwfowy-XXX9EStvPEqhJQc1j1ouixkzcyvHGfxeC0P-th7u5B4edW1htgntY7sWh36B-Xe9V65wcusC4w4/s400/FIDM+2.jpg" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJxmYceSPlKcfYF-MpPzcZQT-9SgUmUS7w-mO-MzTD6FzovFnzyl-VVsCZ8Y7mZlLWaBL8grwpt61QSTaVZAlosPVvKY7ttPEGw24QsmtTpUMgjzkVubhq4ORntqsbI-XuMvR4DsqOhk/s1600/FIDM+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679764063021660114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJxmYceSPlKcfYF-MpPzcZQT-9SgUmUS7w-mO-MzTD6FzovFnzyl-VVsCZ8Y7mZlLWaBL8grwpt61QSTaVZAlosPVvKY7ttPEGw24QsmtTpUMgjzkVubhq4ORntqsbI-XuMvR4DsqOhk/s400/FIDM+1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And may 2012 be one Hell of a Good time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">HAPPY HOLIDAYS!</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-20730067876403129732011-11-06T17:54:00.000-08:002011-11-06T18:06:27.071-08:00Not for the weak at Heart<div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Just another "Sunday Fun Day"<br /><br /></span></div></span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672067063679806530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIR3w7bFThwepRsPaEfMCWIhnt0Nh7BQga2QUePDWRGgfcp96ZdYobc6fueOYPo7zTwUCDmpERmO9D3RTSkU_WM78c0FnX0ko8-XzGDjKPH-TvXk0I6vUFq8RVOyQ_luIFmwS__-Zf7oY/s400/PB060007.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">45 minutes outside of Los Angeles we found ourselves in a war zone. Most of our "enemies" were in the 7-15 age group. AWESOME!!</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">The Paintball Crew.</span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672067059926637890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-bG9Mp1A8P05vpBT9yvJmyvxeuLnCG9yn0HPUtREQYcvyEX1Vez3w9UZPqX1Ahae3dNr_vtzlAH4wsbx6x8pn7Z5q247wSbeBrZGinVkv9zDN76_axooF1HxKXFTBYawVTBoSJA4UkI/s400/PB060009.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">Every man for himself.</span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672067044735676978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7amSI1yFnRadhBCqemtRWv3hwAprS0hFXywuS9MoP80qzPTfFouKD_nII5w6YaBLBi08E87_bTapzThdK1_eQC4UCoH0FzI4WmGLccItqVCB2H2SmXSuDJ0LfHHxJqG0-A-KZ_g7J6E/s400/PB060015.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">The vicious <span style="color:#ff6600;">women</span></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672067035376780226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA98ReAVvW7g3gWi-r-RS_NXAWViCgzks272NSCdvHgaHZ7wLqjEHnww2C65ngqKzjnTNDa6AOskoilidI9nAQomktGyDTqzTM0ggVdILQJHYMR9Ho00YvGRhvnTxbtnZqv4WSCovR0Zw/s400/PB060020.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">Think again before you mess with me.</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;">xoxo</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-650982101486218632011-11-04T21:20:00.001-07:002011-11-04T21:50:33.415-07:00Davey's Locker<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><a href="http://www.livingsocial.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">www.LivingSocial.com</span></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Have you heard of this? If not, you've got to check it out. It offers local deals at a bargain price and it's an awesome way to check out new restaurants and local <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">activities</span>. Such as deep sea fishing at night, of course!</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671363550940038130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5j5FslrjhZ5oSHbFu4dJLddsuAMk_1s2huMjKVcBRy6cIiP96eetY_wIIJaxiDxsDaniF5VF-NL12QyU8st3FtjzLk2Sp8ht1hR694O7soGbmllIhNlbSv57HXvYjlIOaYIZIYC5QOrs/s400/PA220003-2.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">5:00pm</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio</span> and I on the ferry over to Balboa Island, Newport Beach.</p></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671363546206267746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJ41N2tOlVpPESl0F_dBntDnuBc9k38q_f3rT_yXokL3CWRLGBh60KCKxtJ3vg-EsHphAPkjHFod1QMWT0oiLC_BK5DLoygxyJZeOpGhyrBfDxu0zX6wompwE9EvjSH7Pwsy7QsRxRZg/s400/PA220037.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Balboa Island Ferry Dock.<br /></span></p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671363540853636738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHI0K_j8-uL4rirmV-ZY5qRhmx8iJ-Yr0JGl0hjwVFizziNpX0qqgN6EjAfA8I9niiMpGrWoYC-9HSKdNlD-2X0Gmq0Illx8RPOPwW4_2v5vXQ_OtWrC4KnmZWlIM-PvNhTWJdbh34wQ/s400/PA220007.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio</span> was unclear about the rules of fishing. They clearly had to be explained to her.</span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671363526225708802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUdYxWF5CSXKbcWS09R5UufD5NnrEHnt-nNjkuErrJhruQscX1sqbpQwyMgeMWc9d5-YT1i3CylVzt_qzvD3EVyxPHv13P8xM4Szxe4UXuv8dp-qswopZjHD1Zkz9CmRb6dWk2atfMYs/s400/PA220010.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center">My first throw I caught a fish!! The majority of the fish caught that night were California Scorpion fish. A delicious to eat fish, but the most venomous found in California. Needless to say, I let the dock help unhook them for me. The fish had to be 10" or longer in order to keep.<br /></span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671363529076173314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpqEduqQd5NousRllmm4jFwwZgw8Xh_J_xWJ884Yhfu6KwIKRP_S3FQrskLpJT8W6TzUxLYwTblhzqS6PTZ7eLWad8dnflD-WX2BjZeCHhCyy-uAreV0pcaQdEUcK5Q8FZqsgbNCKU0s/s400/PA220012-2.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me and my "little poker."<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671362612640700738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMpC0Vev-ICsmzMzPNMyyoVBUseYZYx_eccWJq8rcgLNwlD426aRLCUHeumFs4es_wstLjL6lxLwDIMyCLiTHvSjQcrc_3FDQOLWYP4fNbOnlIw24U8gktr6Yi238HTXOT1ZlOi1ftDQ/s400/PA220019.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">It always pays to make nice with the workers. Free hot chocolate for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio</span> and I. I love this photo. It feels like something you might see in an art exhibit.<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671362605340998130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbq044OeQfdMIqO1WBcF4csBOn8yeas0GXlEspboMt_a8ZAKtQ4Ora2_mbZUYECe4ZkMrbdpx3xpopcgfEhwzNghlXb2raN5Jo5Z2IAGaYQr6PPwvyH2dbjS1pTWN49xBOzI_X2OFOIBo/s400/PA220020.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Two cute girls looking to have some fun on a boat full of men who were a lot more serious about their fishing then we were. </span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671362596463421682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPEjI3YboKoAI-9zNklKjQBtDD-ut82v39NgHHWXOA__01yyCAO8n5c-ndPTjq7R_shW6kkfZPAmar5-j33R4vmzl3Ls4eB2dgEOlaPuxHs1q42uUrVLq23CQ4rRcyGu5mgHX6WMe1ys/s400/PA220022.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Bate =Squid. <br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671362587632971698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFe1jSyK4S2RYyjs2V4NkYbUtnnI3OPE5N0OTVIcg62HAZis6TaYp-KGNFeLLqe_gaAxpBvlgQFQD0V1kHivu104WiAWMArKFKZb0RFuI7OP2_-xz8gm3wgZNkoVZ-t-VeyZ4kc-aFYs/s400/PA220027.JPG" /><span style="font-family:arial;"> 11:00pm</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Just when we had given up hope that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio</span> was never going to catch a fish, she got one! This was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio's</span> only fish for the night. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">caught</span> about 10.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671362583096407106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfAiRhf82wCqsW4jiM6YfGVdU3h975dr9m7Vp7zjedNizVx3h-ckMUOUNlHmnwyLtVkL4sNG7MTam3DQhVqsC8w7cC3N2XmfzxC2ntM80qrchErMt-Hv1dPCNWLyro9-jC-ZzaDQg4rY/s400/PA220034.JPG" /><span style="font-family:arial;"> 12:30am</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Back on shore, the birds were there to clean up after the great slaughter of fish had been cleaned. </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Cold and tired, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rocio</span> and I had a great adventure and are looking forward to doing it again.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">XOXO</span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-84822240837801646322011-11-01T22:16:00.000-07:002011-11-01T23:09:09.921-07:00Darlington Avenue<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">I'm a person who likes traditions. Holiday traditions especially. This story though is not of the holiday type. (I wish it was). I have a tradition of moving. For those of you who know me well, you know I send out "change of address" e-mails every 12 months, without fail. And I've done it again. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Welcome to Jerry Manor on Darlington Avenue. </span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670268489411953522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWkMmU9cWxdB_SeQ73AJ3QRy7r6ErkVHi1Uwn4XElP3Wy-MlL9ELndj5fn-tFGGYw3Mr7Im4PLgjTIeaGiAF2UohlsmXftVFXL9XAGfWXutuUSD1Gq4X4IeVmNqdoPsNrxTp9_nNyyIM/s400/PA270072.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Jerry Manor, a complex of 11, in Brentwood, California.</span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670268419714689746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkN4RlEbxDmO0AaoTv-vRvGsNR3himbCEYkETRbgNQBsVpr3TgeBFRca1dOnxgrm5q30Z4XCtHVfW131mXBWDYkCYyoAbFqYHhigEu-howwevz8Ej7Yt01gV_cMXsAaHKTd4FfsgnPw3k/s400/PA270060.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">The front door and a shot of the living room.</span></p><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG14OskKiZXKZcASkRq_5RB6cZCNsftdDr7X_QvxmQCTiwaJUlK8dEiHgq9BeM7jb54afRn9PMQVrDMLs-DxTYyP0Gi20C3ggZjHHEUPl8QiM5ADVWBgHjf_eMxIq-Kp-SO5iLEg6EAY/s1600/PA270058.JPG"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670268399313846178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG14OskKiZXKZcASkRq_5RB6cZCNsftdDr7X_QvxmQCTiwaJUlK8dEiHgq9BeM7jb54afRn9PMQVrDMLs-DxTYyP0Gi20C3ggZjHHEUPl8QiM5ADVWBgHjf_eMxIq-Kp-SO5iLEg6EAY/s400/PA270058.JPG" /></span></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Another shot of the living room and the door to the patio. The couch on the left should be getting sold soon and taken out of here.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidoZviDOP9L7d1M0W5dMYXUjosiavRYAGZT8q7DYAsH8MfxmjowgJrD0QuomEOa1n46UZdW_rAANrhoj8FRZ8ZFfcxV_G98PcOq5xUKc3WqUO7s2oG9f9zSX80sTlwhhswiTh42PPgMg/s1600/PA270057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670268391159848962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidoZviDOP9L7d1M0W5dMYXUjosiavRYAGZT8q7DYAsH8MfxmjowgJrD0QuomEOa1n46UZdW_rAANrhoj8FRZ8ZFfcxV_G98PcOq5xUKc3WqUO7s2oG9f9zSX80sTlwhhswiTh42PPgMg/s400/PA270057.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">A photo from the front door into the "dining" area. Also where my roommate likes to keep her unorganized"home office." Something else I'll be happy to see gone.</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670267635273333778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhjHTjS2cR4zPgnWPbirK_LcNCZ7gbSFPjw2PrS1hoexI62wSVFTEt9rNO8FXXf3nXR6xOmKjFmD2W78-JpFJQEgU1-dxKlM4-P6HF5FJkYcCAcUlnurVWcyZPyKCBikYearKfzEx8BI/s400/PA270053.JPG" /> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Taken from the dining room. Our lovely little kitchen with a gas stove, which I love!<br /></span><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670267618301739938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JZqsqbhNB_2dR_bwGtuGEEgjIzIiRCDwnzTlPhGK2ogb1wUfd7tn2eO-SiE0nextjP4L1FDlP_8X8VCkAU-eEUF5i4UVQdg0QtnoPp-yedz8T5qXNHOqRb6gnzkgztLfAad4DlP9Itk/s400/PA270046.JPG" /> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">From the dining room. A direct view into my bathroom. To the right is a door leading into my roommate Juli's bedroom. To the left is my bedroom.<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670267601453467506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbN3T2gPc8ZZN8S5egxSVr6W6z5YGHXK_WGSirnbanuT5BKauHktP6ACEgTGxGgjrDZEewlWq03K3lhJifYl7zp2lGvEjgfLHuN5eWJDLzIm26BcqY5VD6QE_pbyZCZj6Z0N7N0QV8JU/s400/PA270045.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Juli's bedroom. She has her own bathroom in her room.</span><br /><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670267592563574722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1zB1j7NfhVZUcPyDtppuVXWKCfwWLFoTy44cgnuGiD7orjBezX4_YUfo0om-yE4hRoSP7oq-xVGguVkdPhJ4bKrr4oxqmiJGIHSHB8_XuZ4JqeHgPLH-FWVWiyBQiWcL_of3qTDY0_s/s400/PA270047.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">My bathroom.<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670267577453453666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMrIsre3C-PrCJC2j5eEdJhKaFCIEsjTp_ZEb3JiaOfFzIklDRkwxzP038lcnUMA8XjE-ReRHGWCyBVhEl_5OkuYzU_HcHhqXOoMBETooJOnRx5gpKNiw0VNUCVe1Pm9l69u2ogdEAAs/s400/PA270049.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">My bedroom</span>.</span> <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670266454090128418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGDUhk0pYWH6c8Q9jkKOuhPlB-496r1_0k3yF8OfVNN1xQQloziMeZyoZVMz3wyyrGjbsj6BLItyIEvMeipPCKbrmf4qrNwWX-b3eMnrPQUQ0Abue5PClip5a19jPFw8ikLtSa1w3Yg8/s400/PA270050.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">My bed with my photograph of the Hollywood sign, which I'm still totally digging.<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670266436592218482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkRu7iCEpzXqMBvNHMQstV5lmmPs-tb1FV1Mz8vxuDQt2jFxmlh5fr7kTj-w99qyI7ASpxILrXcbXEGBe-AQH3kRiWvzp8dU7_kJ80kFewkIRdNmmzzS4uY4Gf2ul-ZxyO5NyJ1m0G-M/s400/PA270071.JPG" /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Angel, the 'not so angelic all the time' cat</span>.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670266422805327762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGffKsaXuTN_k9L4bTfZuE13IoSxknG30W2_8xKvGKGE_A1qla5W3HnfkTepLbIhvs1DOxiHz7dWnY9mbna54zcoabriWXVOJbHmi8h64WfZdHoKvGCN1JD2msvCk2M65PS8cLjUj7feo/s400/PA270062.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">*MY* Patio</span>.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670266407716323554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegbzBiB7p0iOLTmWEK2emmxse9Y6DoO-L9cc9ygu1g2cPNy5pQGhlDVUgvvb1P8lTptEmsjY7AYerLehS8_dvjbRKHt_8Mr8aOGk0gSGm4jcS5sPwk59xabL_jjNWNq-xGvin9fPfAh0/s400/PA270063.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">My Plants.</span><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670266399204085442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw9iPz-WSwq7cOs1JvGw80b2QZfpUfq-1E8uWBtgze6bGyhHuls-7gtyCRtQ7Rxy6M0Zvl8ozecQCqdzbd5vuEmo1XypJXFWCSvb0fRTR_IVlzaRqgK8_mWxU9A-bBhBGe7G5DY5MSkxA/s400/PA270064.JPG" /> <span style="font-family:courier new;">A view down the driveway from the patio</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And that completes your tour of Darlington Avenue. I'm really enjoying my new space and hope you'll visit soon!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Happy November 1st from Sunny California!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-21911851223314157142011-11-01T21:34:00.001-07:002011-11-01T21:45:16.885-07:00Halloween in Boys Town.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkza9sABU26J3xtxEfTou6H1cszl9TqxBtm7tNlZdZSWHepHlmtpZ7v6XiPp1szDBUsq1dwqdToaZNsusNp61MqeECy6FjWWheXkeYzbsstxK-xDr6A-sfBx9e6Blkml3-3jpa3-1SUw/s1600/PA310075-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670253395212801202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkza9sABU26J3xtxEfTou6H1cszl9TqxBtm7tNlZdZSWHepHlmtpZ7v6XiPp1szDBUsq1dwqdToaZNsusNp61MqeECy6FjWWheXkeYzbsstxK-xDr6A-sfBx9e6Blkml3-3jpa3-1SUw/s400/PA310075-2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Every good Marine needs a flapper girl.</span> <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670253366937342322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbp6u_YQiP2WGkm6va3lmweQgyKuKYUOc0Hza7v5kcum8HS7hjjdfLL6ornN4sM7wYqtZD55LVzOi18R4761x1_0B47CbCiVZV9SUWfRsXNKhOPqFAZp_MOhZKWpiU2YjcUD-kMWi37E/s400/PA310077-2.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670253349916218178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYIH7zXZepd8bQl7DkVgYyIQCBIprgV8GB0NN1eki3CKjy1pvwYgOn8P9OF_HaO6RWDWO9rgNCYXN_4kRJoZH9QT1vjrn9olsQXzkFXfZowcMUQEIzHvSyGaQCt0ASpJnY2irHG2aV0w/s400/PA310078-2.jpg" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And what's a flapper girl without her Cinderella?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Being two non-natives to California, Rocio and I</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Both felt that experiencing Halloween in West</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Hollywood was an event not to miss. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670253341854801650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBsAki2LrNqJ8fCX4GVhWCsUZZbqcd0mYHkspqHMCgVG3yln0RXoJjsrGta__ztkpRsWEcz5JO1nyw-KNqE10EbELZlJrMpViN_DDibeJBsWfhITpdDjISozd-fDzvwHm4ms1XAmw9o8/s400/PA310096-2.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I would have hated to miss this!</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Halloween from LA Girl!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-91803849373087483132011-05-16T19:27:00.000-07:002011-05-16T19:36:27.298-07:00Welcome to Hollywood Baby. It ain't for everyone.After a qucik google search of: "the best place to photograh the Hollywood sign," here is what I got. <br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607507671000732642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63w19BP_WhdB8IOVF5gdGopATmldNasj-OIER9QB23X5gLODljhYkjZXyv8-X9J8dJ9eD0SFZaH9UVRoLJs18PY9iFUHOmwajXySmOH-SerdG9NxYKLJJA5vZP7vPScR9LL1c1-DqXNE/s400/Hollywood+Sign.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Not to shabby, huh.</p><br /><p align="center"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-48669326124783758302011-04-26T21:43:00.000-07:002011-04-26T21:47:03.454-07:00How Things Coulda Been.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;">Hey Parents!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;">Do you think you could have loved me if I looked like this??</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600120033177904514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmn5Agmw1vpX5EdFsO5sTKH_9FR8czDX7P8FR2W8AcUy26ejKPX1Sylj49Qn579Vj5guMZ5v9pHY-jZsQIv9cGBKvzKX-zdzkdTkKuTOxwC9m_gF7m9SSQ5kRXbyVsNd8Zja5xptvd_M/s400/Old+Booth+Photo.jpg" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;">XOXO<br /></span></p><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-30287324009531145842011-04-18T22:04:00.000-07:002011-04-18T22:56:55.697-07:00Spring Cleaning!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Spring Cleaning!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A weekend full of DIY.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Cleaning up my patio.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597159927712094466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwSd2oKSMyAQpkeqmG1WSfs2uQ2aHeJvd8NOzkiNoW2coyI8quhDFs2qx3mMxVCVWGDZdGAz1mET35BN6PU3wjm6uxTUGwa8PNFbqgD7GPA6PWODw-NsWacPKK-m-uaSvEJ_P5jTkiEw/s400/P4140018.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Before<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158222885777602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2EDf-OrXgaVlezNmboMvTOx4A87on9CFMSjI2QmFOdvMuhSxjCOCOcx3VXCxWYlOeSYCk153MYl5owZz74cm6odbVkO94lWYonHU6SKXlZCik7KAapUsFttt7VPQ75dCHSxgcISqeXo/s400/P4140019.JPG" /><br />During<br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158217761450434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUnJ4QR7lqaGsGfY0PSfJoh6MjLeOJ5G-5a2gRNeKFDKgCASwO8UG8PCxM9ukzdbZPwBdj1p4S3UCCxNMEWIymxXwJQtP8E6hd1zThRXjpxD69V0y-L0-D2GaNrUcUCMK7SIUU6acjIU/s400/P4170029.JPG" /> After<br /><br />**************************************************</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Re-Vamping my dresser.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158217294696770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSaCjaLEeBn_ranRl1iVScxeGRXLeqKW0fRSjRafnEk7G_tQiZ7HEj-s52Kpk9KfcNEoVCoe26v3VSNqWrxIZR78psLSbfQisiYdVNEpnCvYueWWlUP48H1Wci0v71JBwTzuGaua3fZ0/s400/P4150022.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center">I used to be really proud of my fushia and brown dresser.<br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj94d89EWfc_TIKv0Bu4003a2y8hQAT2iQcyAxhws6SYmWXXowY0c_rbtudXZhwq5swi6LuJ3qHff27UasnpKcp0eVPp38yn47mUzkFVcM6YKcBy57sbrGXrpTXhO7bTQ_np1Fn1K-blA/s1600/P4170026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597158214811124578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj94d89EWfc_TIKv0Bu4003a2y8hQAT2iQcyAxhws6SYmWXXowY0c_rbtudXZhwq5swi6LuJ3qHff27UasnpKcp0eVPp38yn47mUzkFVcM6YKcBy57sbrGXrpTXhO7bTQ_np1Fn1K-blA/s400/P4170026.JPG" /></a> Now I'm really proud of my steel blue and brown dresser.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">(It's still a bit incomplete. </div><br /><div align="center">I'm on the hunt for the perfect clear glass pulls.)<br /><br />~ I *heart* DIY ~ </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-9739330679632351632011-03-06T12:57:00.000-08:002011-03-06T13:44:13.818-08:00A Day at Joshua Tree<div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Needed to get away from the city for a day.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Drove the short two hours to Joshua Tree National Park and had myself a fabulous day exploring the desert <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">terrain</span>.<br /></div></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581076927567662466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglqFpgK6Xwng_0XNNQ0VT40xiH1dbpKZYOIIFzz2jlmbxe8ySoTrXwAmEoL0mqCkhDUOL4fmtGlOcHdJ8iLeGY7UsbXT5-e_rBGkA2k8OUSdOhTMLppwCUsa0nSd-FDGvtHB7OzWgaRA/s400/P3050004.JPG" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Always, always, always must have a photo at the entrance!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This is the 109<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> National Park I've visited!!</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581076935288642306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOGRbpCbcsMysIFqlsYgjLhnijGUt6XUGh1wvxTwPlVaumHihjOCplwgTdfwBnDsxyQI-Nw9f9zKbPI0i8nW2sGSt0yqXRW5jmLrbUJkF5te_0mnvCTDMWagZTXt3v8gDDTn-wfCclN4/s400/P3050008.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ocotillo</span>.<br /><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581076939911495378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJAiMyX9ksOiFZYwOuyv-10DTI0S6fFmKofmUj-dVvGqx6DwXnBBNikT3t34D2aP5SgS-_kgoCnEEOGL4U_-9YiFpCP7VKGrUpc1tc06xvoEy9ps4xCwBlSVDao3-Oa37xTRBJYobJrE/s400/P3050011.JPG" /></p></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">cholla</span> cactus garden. Or what I call them, "scary jumping cactus." They have a tendency to attach itself to the unwary. I barely stood still long enough to take my photo. The last thing I want is one of those stuck in my face.<br /><br /></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581076943819943874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyQMrQ0ntD3Y9h02-AUZwZJnxgr-yWNuYcwYo2b29Fn168TS9LYGuwm6bgfxuepyiKRlXZHy3vWFfMIYwr9AkmB5wglPh81DcJuVFJnouOv4rsJydbqUn6ADe7to0ZBDbwdcxds_M0GI/s400/P3050017.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This old truck belonged to a long time resident of the area. I found <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">several</span> old cars, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">among</span> other things, along this particular trail.</span><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581076950997101922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KGlqf3bMOxt1Xi3IfzA7mSiNc-H9WE4UG4xh7eAC6GQNAB3w77zNliO0n_TB8M7zArL45tnz0PIoSyRASA3eVKi7nR5jzbNfn_lCMLipUtg_lqhiwaLFD7hIwhVHm3pnJGaxlEyi9YQ/s400/P3050031.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By the time I reached this old Mill, which operated from 1930-1966 by William F. Keys, the sun was setting. I had to use my flashlight to find my way out, and that proved a challenge!!</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581083854217046866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnX9KvykMdu7xuZQfWG7jt9wxQsF3Lp6I8NLkxAnpIiouoTF7WrXGk1tdsCZlhYD5Sm81meo1MRZcbLgmwDEML0axzGN8H7gmMYdVrY8Y6_shZMygRKQw2g7jvgJd-KZ9MPNrn3QNZMO4/s400/P3050032.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Slowly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">accomplishing</span> my goal to visit every national park in the USA!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Cheers!!</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-17349702984486618362009-11-07T18:22:00.000-08:002009-11-07T18:53:18.898-08:00Testing Testing 1, 2, 3.Hi Again. I'm playing around with my blog, trying out new features and such. I want to be able to allow you to link to websites and other blogs that I might mention in a posting. <br /><br />So lets give it a shot. If you have a minute, I'd love for you to test out my samples and give me feedback on how it works. Thanks!<br /><br />One of my ultimate favorite design blogs is <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/">Apartment Therapy</a>. Check it out!<br />(Now hopefully, if you click on the underlined and highlighted purple "apartment therapy" it should take you right to the Apartment Therapy home page. Let me know if this doesn't work for you).<br /><br />I especially love the posting on <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/la/house-tours/coreys-converted-urban-barnhouse-tour-100412">Corey's Converted Barn</a>!<br />(Now, if you click on the underlined and highlighted purple "Corey's Converted Barn" it should take you directly to that particular posting).<br /><br />Alright, alright. Perhaps this is elementary and I should already know how to do this. GIVE ME A BREAK!!<br /><br />Thanks for any and all feedback!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-88509701900303672142009-10-24T18:45:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:51:10.605-07:0010 Annoying Text Habits to AvoidText messaging is trouble. I've never been a huge fan and don't understand why texting has seemed to replace a personal phone call. With the ease of cellphone phonebooks, the need to memorize phone numbers has become a thing of the past. (Ask me to recite your number off the top of my head, and unless your my mother or father, I can't do it). But then, why has texting replaced phone calls? Is it quicker? Easier? Less hassle? Do you really consider calling a friend to ask them to hang out a hassle?? I recently lost a friend through texting because of a huge misunderstanding, something that still blows my mind to think about. With that said, I came across this list of 10 Annoying Text Habits to Avoid. All of which I've been victim to on a regular basis. If you fall into any of these catagories, maybe you can at least try and remember to avoid them with me.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394168068664626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtYvXnOIdkyyMGNFPjBUECi-2XAcNAbB8DvwbRnkdcF3WLKGxwwctm7Q0cP_GOBf9vHQNX_qEglrMRPPRowkklhDE-UJijcGrxUDLZoVSQWXFaGu_kOd5sY6VrF9SqZLvQSOZnXi92SA/s400/girl+on+bike+texting.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>#1. The Mass Text </div><div>It's Friday night, you're at home on the couch, and you get a text that goes something like this: "What are you getting into tonight?" You know for a fact that this very same text just went out to 20 other people at exactly the same time, and that the sender is just waiting to receive all his/her options before deciding what to do. So what if the only thing you have planned for the night is that lame (but sooo good) Lifetime movie at 11? You refuse to hang out with someone unless they make specific plans to hang out with you. You know how you can block those newsletters that you never signed up for by sending an email with "unsubscribe" in the body? We suggest doing the same thing in a reply-text.</div><br /><div>#2. The Texting Cult </div><div>There is always at least one point in the night -- a lull in the conversation, a pause between thoughts -- when it gets really quiet, and you look around and realize that all your friends are busy texting. One person pulls out her iPhone while everyone else is looking at the dinner bill, and then someone else starts doing it, and before you know it, you're in the middle of the sacred circle of text. Resist the urge to choose some random person in your contacts to send a useless message to. Instead, pull out your phone and send a text to everyone at the table asking, "Should we order something else?" It will make everyone laugh but also point out the silliness of the situation.</div><br /><div>#3. The Double Message </div>Of course you screen calls. Everyone does. Sometimes you're in the middle of something and sometimes you just don't feel like talking. But your phone is still working, and you see the missed call and the voice message alert. So why -- why?! -- do certain people feel the need to send a text letting you know that they just left a message? Don't they realize that if someone is smart enough to read a text, they're also capable of understanding what the little bobble head with the sound waves coming out of him symbolizes? Text back, "What's next, a carrier pigeon?"<br /><br />#4: The Texting Tease<br /><div>You're seeing a really cute/smart/funny/cool new guy, and your heart skips a tiny beat every time you get a text from him. In the middle of the week, you get one asking what you're up to this weekend. Assuming he wants to do something together, you let him know that it's looking pretty relaxed so far. Does he then proceed to make a plan with you? No. He responds, "Oh OK, cool." You stand there with a perplexed look on your face. Respond "Yeah, but call my secretary if you want to schedule something." This way, the ball is in his court, but ultimately you're the one who is in charge, thanks to your confident attitude.</div><br /><div>#5. The Bulk Texter </div><div>An example of what a series of texts from this person might look like:<br />Hey!<br />What's up?<br />What are you doing tonight?<br />Some of us are going to Cool People Club tonight.<br />Around 10<br />It's gonna be me and Chris<br />Are you coming?<br />Let us know<br />Byeee!<br />lolz<br />An example of what that exchange should look like:<br />Text 1: Hey, Chris and I are going to Cool People Bar around 10 tonight. Let us know if you wanna come.<br />An example of what you could text back:<br />Please<br />never<br />text<br />me<br />this<br />way<br />again.(one minute pause)<br />For "realz."</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394168062859353186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTddYCc5xrEwMdUzdsNUwDy7xPrrLsCYZ1_BU4bgVFNVZWTAL-I2zoPhgn5yoylqv0frccVVpNxl93zZBYhSjz9ppBlQlscS31cowdBdKW-tIeGUHqVYsjyTuwK3nN31Hd0AD0xdI32y8/s400/texting.jpg" border="0" />6. The Bored Texter<br /><div>You've just finished a sufficiently long and entertaining texting exchange with someone, and now you're ready to put your phone down for a little while. But your phone dings, and it's another text from said person. It looks like this: "Soooo..." Or, "What upppp." Or, "la la la..." Clearly, they have nothing else to say and just want something to do. Send a text saying, "Running, watching movies, reading books, baking." Your buddy will get the point that some people actually have a life.</div><br /><div>7. The Show-and-Teller </div><div>Love is wonderful. We're huge advocates of love and being in love and enjoying that love. People gushing on and on about their amazing love life? Not so much. Not only do you have to listen to them tell every insignificant story about how cute it was that their boyfriends ate pancakes for dinner and woke up with a funny hairdo, but you also have to read all of their SUPER-cute texts. "Guys, look what he wrote to me! Omg look at what he said now! Haha aww, look at this one!!" The cure? A dose of their own medicine. "Hey, look what my mom said about her gallbladder! Omg you won't believe how I'm planning to organize my sock drawer! Aww, my dog is wagging his tail. Oh, he's doing it again!!"</div><br /><div>8. The Goobers-and-Popcorn Texter </div><div>The previews are over, you've been waiting to see this movie for weeks, and here you finally are, snacks in hand. But the guy in front of you insists on ruining your experience by texting for the entire 96 minutes. Here's a little secret he doesn't know: EVERYONE sees his phone lighting up. And hears it vibrating violently every two minutes. When the lights come up at the end of the flick, call up a friend and loudly discuss how rude the guy texting throughout the entire movie was. Then get ready to start running.</div><br /><div>9. The Lingering K </div><div>This one is especially aggravating if you're not on an unlimited texting plan. You get a message asking how your day went or if you'll be free at a certain time, so you send back a detailed and informative reply. Your phone dings again. You open the message and it says..."k." Do people not even have the decency to include the o? The offender doesn't even need to reply to the message. But if they feel the need to, could they not at least drum up something a little more personal/creative/not totally unnecessary? Respond by letting them know how much, to the cent, they owe you for superfluous texts the next time you're together. Then hold your palm out expectantly.</div><br /><div>10. The Needs-to-Grow-Up Texter</div><div>Guys should never, ever get comfortable with using text slang and abbreviations. Whether he's a friend, date, or boyfriend, no girl wants to associate the men in their lives with tween-speak. The next time he sends you a "TTY L8ER" or "C U 2morrow," tell him that he should really consider an iPhone, BlackBerry, Sidekick, or "anything that gives you more room to text." He'll realize how outdated his text-talk is.</div><div></div><div>TTY L8ER,</div><div>LA GRL</div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-46797637141176231662009-10-19T06:45:00.000-07:002009-10-19T06:45:00.806-07:00Starbucks Goes Into Stealth ModeNPR Weekend Edition Saturday, July 25, 2009 ·<br /><br />This week, Starbucks opened a remodeled <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">café</span>, and a key ingredient was missing. Not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Caffe</span> Verona Blend or Iced <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grande</span> Lattes, but the name -- a name that may now be better known in the U.S. than any car company. Host Scott Simon talks with ad critic Barbara <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lippert</span> of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">AdWeek</span> magazine about why the company is trying this new strategy.<br /><br />Starbucks Shuns Name At New <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">CafeAll</span> Things Considered, July 24, 2009 ·<br /><br />Before the recession, it came as no surprise to see new Starbucks locations cropping up all over the place with the familiar corporate name and logo plastered on everything from signs to coffee cups.<br /><br />But the coffee giant opened a new kind of store Friday in Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood that has almost no trace of its link to Starbucks. Aside from the small print on the door that reads "inspired by Starbucks," there's little hint that 15<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Ave. Coffee & Tea is owned by the worldwide chain.<br /><br />For more than three decades Starbucks has been building a brand, spreading its name around the globe. Now the company is setting aside that corporate image as it tries to create a store with the vibe of an independent neighborhood cafe.<br /><br />"We'll be handcrafting beverages, using French presses and traditional espresso machines," says D. Major Cohen, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">cafe's</span> project manager.<br /><br />Customers can grab and go, or sit in this spare and sophisticated space that looks and feels more like a wine bar than a coffee shop. And the menu is also different, including wine and beer along with cheese platters and other fare.<br /><br />The coffee beans will be of the Starbucks variety, but they will be roasted in smaller batches, which often provide better quality than those roasted in larger quantities.<br /><br />The new concept is a "re-imagination" of Starbucks, Cohen says."Customers will be surprised. They are going to be shocked," he says. "We hope they come in and discover new things about Starbucks; and that they have a different perception of Starbucks, better I hope. But they will have a sense that we are presenting ourselves differently here."<br /><br />Cohen brushes aside the suggestion that the new cafe exposes some of the weaknesses of the old. But even company CEO Howard Schultz has bemoaned that Starbucks had lost its soul. It's hard to retain it when you have more than 15,000 stores.<br /><br />Many ideas for the new cafe came from within Starbucks. But for other ideas, Starbucks employees went on observation missions, visiting lots of local, independent cafes.<br /><br />Sebastian <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Simsch</span>, co-owner of Seattle Coffee Works, says Starbucks scouts visited on three separate occasions. While he was flattered, he wonders what exactly they were looking for."We are a coffee house. Coffee houses have been around for centuries," he says. "What are we doing that they can't figure out on their own?"<br /><br />The addition of alcoholic beverages and entertainment in the new cafe allows Starbucks to maximize its real estate, says brand consultant Scott <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bedbury</span>, the founder of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brandstream</span>. By providing food and entertainment at night, the cafe will draw in customers when it would otherwise be empty, he says.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bedbury</span>, who worked at Starbucks for many years, likes the 15<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> Ave. concept for another reason. Starbucks, he says, expanded too far and too fast. Now, if it wants to grow it will have to move in a different direction."Every brand has a stretch point. I call it the Spandex rule: You can only push so far, so wide and so fast," he says. "If companies want to grow, they have to create a second brand or even a third."<br /><br />What do consumers think of the new cafe so far?<br /><br />Neighborhood resident Penny Lane says she likes the sophisticated, urban style. But Eric <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fleish</span>, who was visiting from Boston says, "It's insidious for Starbucks to masquerade -- to trick the people who are specifically boycotting Starbucks into going into their place anyway."<br /><br />For now, at least, Starbucks only plans to expand the new concept with two additional cafes in Seattle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-21371697005400932122009-10-17T06:00:00.000-07:002009-10-17T06:00:00.399-07:00Happy Sweetest Day!<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445344d6a63314e6a413d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Sweetest Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445344d6a63314e6a413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox greeting</a></td></tr></table><br /><br /><br />Sweetest Day occurs on the third Saturday of October. Herbert Birch Kingston started the tradition in Cleveland in 1922. He wanted to bring a little happiness into the lives of underpriviliged including orphans and homeless and began distributing sweets and small presents.<br /><br />Today people tend to celebrate Sweetest Day by expressing appreciation for their loved ones and friends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-60932543109340883262009-10-15T20:36:00.000-07:002009-10-15T20:46:23.178-07:00Damn....<div align="center">"Damn! It is a great nuisance. I can't find anyone else to talk to. And I'm so full of interesting information. I feel like the latest edition of something or other."</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393038493716480706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4-C6rxuUyESRm4WrXU8SGqKED853_SIE44cOWc1uJQHpdyCD3FyhXnUIxeG1NOPqwxygCXuSAb1QkowlJ46oTMha4P9F1AWUPwbrDFg4JAkgOG4Tp-EqKYz6bMtaCc4pm2awWltFMQM/s400/IMG_0574.JPG" /></div><p align="center">Brillantly performed by Rupert Everett as Arthur in "An Ideal Husband"</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-14715223207072077532009-10-13T17:23:00.000-07:002009-10-14T18:39:02.728-07:003rd Quarter of Classes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgVnq5LY5B4IUT6O9c-TzH2UgKliwP-XOMH0Pk_ltmYgXGwI0ooh5Z82VCguiptBORWlgVuEyYdnGLW4Xko4iQLu4cEl1r51hwM0jsNESMCTppjiVM4nA82-8kJOkhDcBwD5P3UZ2ElM/s1600-h/PA120006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392621573503524610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgVnq5LY5B4IUT6O9c-TzH2UgKliwP-XOMH0Pk_ltmYgXGwI0ooh5Z82VCguiptBORWlgVuEyYdnGLW4Xko4iQLu4cEl1r51hwM0jsNESMCTppjiVM4nA82-8kJOkhDcBwD5P3UZ2ElM/s400/PA120006.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">My friend Jennifer Tart and Me.</div><br />Woo Wee. Another break has come and gone and school has started up again. Besides a three day trip to Utah to see my Mom and Aunt, my break was pretty miserable. Nothing at all like a break should be. Even the trip to Utah ended in tears, but more on that later.<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392621564565097618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4CYK9G3gV9BVWhvPHi-Y8E-au46He7OBIUOHH-h5Q_7P0M1ndHPTXgvt_AjYV5bXG7PA7203hqLgOL-rA7JrOIn_fIvGktfpIxoTWC8A_3GhHAwGxJNjHLbcGf0vxr9w1_qXWunHLsQ/s400/PA120008.JPG" /><br />So here we go. After a second quarter that sucked all life, spirit, love, joy, ambitions, excitement and all over will to live, I'm back for round three. I regained my strength and managed to pull it together just enough to continue on this road of my life called: Design School. Because I love my life too much, I've toned down my school work load and only enrolled for three classes. Here they are:<br /><br />Tuesday, 8:30am - 11:15am<br />*Computer Graphics I - An introduction to the creation of presentation documents, drawings, and layouts, using Adobe Illustrator software. The course emphasizes the creative integration of the computer to extend the capabilities of traditional presentations. Students develop a project with practical applications, combining text, "colorized" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">AutoCAD</span> drawings, digital, and traditional media.<br /><br />Tuesday, 12:00pm - 2:45pm<br />*Presentation Techniques - Fundamental concepts of representative drawing, sketching, and mechanical perspective are reviewed. Employing colored markers, pencil, samples, and swatches, students create presentation drawings and sample boards for portfolio use.<br /><br />Tuesday, 3:00pm- 5:45pm<br />*Textile Science for Interior Design - This course examines the textile processes--fiber through finishing. Emphasis is placed on fiber, yarn, basic weaves, finishing, and dyeing. Students gain knowledge and experience in selecting appropriate fabrics for specific end uses in interiors. Students test fabrics to determine suitable performance levels related to those end uses. <br /><br />Yep, Yep, Yep. Tuesday is an intense day for me, but I think I'm going to love all my classes. I'm so excited to learn Adobe Illustrator! Presentation techniques is going to be fun fun fun!! I'll really be able to turn my drawings into wonderful works of art. Most importantly, I'll be able to create extremely professional concept boards that will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">oooohhh</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">aaahhhhhh</span> my clients. Lastly, Textile science, I can't say that will be the most exciting class, but I am looking forward to the science part of it. I'll be learning way more about fabrics then I've ever cared to know, but it's a completely different type of learning then my other two classes so I'm looking forward to the challenge.<br /><br />Gotta go study!<br />Ciao!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-87851511267900953742009-10-06T18:01:00.000-07:002009-10-14T10:38:31.103-07:00Happy Birthday to Me!!!<div align="center"> I turned another year older today. </div><div align="center">I'm now 27.</div><div align="center">I had no desire for this day to come. I neither wanted to be 27 and I didn't want to spend it alone.</div><div align="center">And I didn't........<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390036318249707122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloAN5d0cD3xUZU-8G5UEJCHFzjub_jcgXtz0GlbvVK2WNlfbtT0jglF66LHET04vbF6c9SXnBQ4tijlysGuhybNgjCoQe8qwh-tny7JZIm0LEOzA0oAT8Hgxg4wiD8DnP9z4UTMMhUx0/s400/PA050044.JPG" /> <p align="center">Bright and early on "my day" my friend Brooke called me up to wish me a Happy Birthday!!</p><p align="center">"Yea! You Remembered," I said.</p><p align="center">"Of Course," Brooke responded.</p><p align="center">"Let's get coffee," I said.</p><p align="center">And so my birthday morning started off just perfect, and because of that, I decided I was fine turning 27. I feel that each year that passes by I grow as a person and I'm happy with who I am.<br /></p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390036308170788210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim92Bfcos2GSto9Jk4EIlR0iQhxgdNB9v7bhePrwNVcRc55crwYPmYj1HpQJnM55bSFJrtWL2mDq_DlmtEnESHwvASUmeaE8nkjGspIlDjp3MM2A57-gNOGGGkJybSVfddDQc7M-jWCAU/s400/PA050048.JPG" /> <p align="center">My present from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brooke</span>. I held onto it for several hours before actually opening it, knowing it would be my only present for the day.</p><p align="center">THANKS BROOKE!!!</p><p align="center">After coffee with Brooke, I treated myself to a day at DISNEYLAND!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidh9z5bXR8qCPCHzlmsA35O1YCujuRwsEhCmzWWbXuYSKcOdfrEt42FkZj0Kid04bpQ95E-GVbbNm5D_aOcvu25G7JaSSHTISO40rHA9TToHWCKo8UFo5NosjXLcBPIwriu2EwtbsCiwI/s1600-h/PA060052.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390036299325291250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidh9z5bXR8qCPCHzlmsA35O1YCujuRwsEhCmzWWbXuYSKcOdfrEt42FkZj0Kid04bpQ95E-GVbbNm5D_aOcvu25G7JaSSHTISO40rHA9TToHWCKo8UFo5NosjXLcBPIwriu2EwtbsCiwI/s400/PA060052.JPG" /></a> It's Halloween season.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjke1kOCCjky6bdXDK8c9HdahQvEB_cYLinv8CXk8Sr4yusaB052R9VJIyxUAyst2Vmthhoq-WU8wiUi7rser9nb7TibEcV61NmQixFnIvooWt9G2CW3BK5JLmdL184EsXvEjmO2VKW_Rc/s1600-h/PA060054.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034319142008850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjke1kOCCjky6bdXDK8c9HdahQvEB_cYLinv8CXk8Sr4yusaB052R9VJIyxUAyst2Vmthhoq-WU8wiUi7rser9nb7TibEcV61NmQixFnIvooWt9G2CW3BK5JLmdL184EsXvEjmO2VKW_Rc/s400/PA060054.JPG" /></a>Me outside the Princess Castle.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOhNRI6lJvFndUD2kSgrKv2T27_FxNG4LnpeP4t7Wo4ol-y92nbPZMmyiHC8W8GOZeacfZm0Fr-b_RJKRERKR-lusJD7I2zwkJyJdFf-KrWUfwKLo3wt7J1WQYOU1sKZyxaO4NTL_Ejc/s1600-h/PA060056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034303109242866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOhNRI6lJvFndUD2kSgrKv2T27_FxNG4LnpeP4t7Wo4ol-y92nbPZMmyiHC8W8GOZeacfZm0Fr-b_RJKRERKR-lusJD7I2zwkJyJdFf-KrWUfwKLo3wt7J1WQYOU1sKZyxaO4NTL_Ejc/s400/PA060056.JPG" /></a>And me outside 'It's a Small, Small World.'<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvF56drNh5i0ozZiwmu-WoBkW6k6VbT6crvLr1eSoVFqJYvBVWSYl01dB3astyybUL1yAZjY1sXAOyTSX_TpoTFMKMxvRSheLLIqjpIXzm4LsPvyEFzpuTWhKIbyAS6A_MOxIrwiZs1o/s1600-h/PA060057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034301379755890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvF56drNh5i0ozZiwmu-WoBkW6k6VbT6crvLr1eSoVFqJYvBVWSYl01dB3astyybUL1yAZjY1sXAOyTSX_TpoTFMKMxvRSheLLIqjpIXzm4LsPvyEFzpuTWhKIbyAS6A_MOxIrwiZs1o/s400/PA060057.JPG" /></a><br />I love this picture. I have no idea how my face got in such a contorted position. I was simply talking to the guys behind me who were taking my picture, and this is what they captured. I guess I better work on my smile.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxwmWDP5bawicudYtgYeq4Mf1aAEB-1e9t-BnpF5SI6KNJhCAHX5cRQxp_F95rqzITtsdB4zT94ahHe3EZdvci34g9rwnnJ6rerh2U0cUhm9qwpf3hjjdvJ3WzchehbfxHOKr9GKpSxw/s1600-h/PA060069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034291099680674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxwmWDP5bawicudYtgYeq4Mf1aAEB-1e9t-BnpF5SI6KNJhCAHX5cRQxp_F95rqzITtsdB4zT94ahHe3EZdvci34g9rwnnJ6rerh2U0cUhm9qwpf3hjjdvJ3WzchehbfxHOKr9GKpSxw/s400/PA060069.JPG" /></a> Heading home after a long day at Disneyland. I rode a lot of rides, and watched a few shows and had an absolute blast!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjop-Z2kP_rn_2Bvv8-HRyjex1GYB7wrRA_5UY3trO4Pj-PwGzGI5SzYG4zUdIjnOU6auSyaWG1Z6vTp5AFtm3CKLQFwwLcqDAEd187OXPdc_bmEgxfp7_nhQjssBCMkS0Q2GkdC8N9bkw/s1600-h/PA060070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390034284093860626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjop-Z2kP_rn_2Bvv8-HRyjex1GYB7wrRA_5UY3trO4Pj-PwGzGI5SzYG4zUdIjnOU6auSyaWG1Z6vTp5AFtm3CKLQFwwLcqDAEd187OXPdc_bmEgxfp7_nhQjssBCMkS0Q2GkdC8N9bkw/s400/PA060070.JPG" /></a>My Birthday Dinner - A black & <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bleu</span> burger.</div><div> </div><div>It's true. I was so hungry by the time I finally made it to dinner, that I ordered myself a burger. I ended up at an Irish Pub right around the corner from my apartment. Having never been there before, I had no idea what was on their menu. So I gave it a shot. I found nothing in the way of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vegetarian</span>, besides a grilled cheese sandwich, which I was not about to have as my Birthday Dinner. So I did it, I ordered the burger. For those of you who don't know. I was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vegetarian</span> for the past 7 years. So for me to just dive into this burger was quite <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">monumental</span>. And I ate the entire thing....and it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> an amazing experience. For the 7 years I gave up meat, I neither won a humanitarian award or accomplished world peace. In fact, I only made it difficult for people to feed me. So I feel fine with my most recent decision and look forward to many more meals of black & <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">bleu</span> burgers.<br /><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxA0P6_X0uM7zOcQ1i9Xbpn3MIiAD7qZ0tpIUWBzYDqvk0RDeN3FMYaVMjslyJI1G94ezsjVToTSfrVMbCfWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div> </div><div>Finally, no birthday is ever complete without a birthday serenade, sung by my friend Thomas Gilbert. Thomas is an extremely talented musician, so check out him and his band at: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/radiusband">http://www.myspace.com/radiusband</a></div><div>They are only breaths away from making it big!!</div><div> </div><div>Thanks for sharing my Birthday with me!</div><div> </div><div>Much Love,</div><div>LA Girl.<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-20950123685309068052009-09-04T22:31:00.000-07:002009-09-04T22:31:00.228-07:00Gourmet Dinner out of a Box.<p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing like a quiet dinner at home on a Friday night.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Dinner: Part I</span></p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMvkWMxQzFSW9YI5OKXAtM-Fj3rlsE2gaOdEJ1NiNpWxJpmDBuYw5esNo9dFt_h2PpMImk_rSu0t7IADe7XQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dinner: Part II</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw9BT5-d-p9e1Llk9OzYhjvufCpcqeGZdI7PJDdNldjlWLZfYCsS1MmgEvFyVa0XRxdC4J_v_prnqAHjtmBDg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope this makes you smile</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Much Love.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kara</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-10340792683577465022009-09-01T10:00:00.000-07:002009-09-01T10:00:01.361-07:00Sammy the Great.<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375698551190195154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBBazqDp7-0_qsbSRxSDJe9qQ_ZgSqj-d7gezwwCjeT-9iCl6cJ6jP1zhXEqPALPLgzfzyuAC4O-MAqTozgyXyXvon0tRSWVJpiQCif66nmJrUrtAPakNbjLigBgjp5-wiBaHdq7bLdI/s400/PC250113.JPG" /> <a name="Metamorphosis"><u><span style="font-family:arial;">Metamorphosis</span></u></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A caterpillar asked God, "What happens when I die?"God replied, "Have you seen the butterfly?"The Caterpillar, "Yes, do I have to die to become one?"God said, "No, not really. A part of you dies, but another, stronger part of you continues to live - it just changes forms."<br />Author Unknown</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375698542920924418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJFaXDesm6_22sZO-4HKzsClwK5JOcwPvlv8vUT4Vh0qfvsUYyN39Rzs3blOMOFBjbvYL3FPjP2Mt73yebL_u3VgsOLB6ShkKRt7B-t5L1IZyvh3PxH1z_L1hx8JfyQp14tSMr-3s6AA/s400/Christmas+08+021.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375698522617522850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-I5UKkrGoub-UlI1McRiBDSe-dbSQ15HlR4NnKTC64JoQ-jvr1ldRgeMXGNjr7EKikfN8YSIY4xlRyamrYCTIJ7Bn6QnEq-wkeM76lIUCjTY8M2qgZfGIrJe74E40xbUP84FCElYFXkY/s400/PC240057.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375698530822627986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRgCNIFvYtizfKNmlw0bZPkl_jwhn9DJu1X8ndABcK6p5ZvgWvC0B1SmtIeElZ4fUcKeLCK2rabqLONqNJxzoeRooxyj0T0HjBwcTmMNnUXYW0iRHRFiK4y-wIHl-zankes1l4PGluXk/s400/PC240059.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375698560437670658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5EtEYUFqXfTLe5FR2y0YJCn7AlvN_pZMibNtXy6fTxlWORp3DYjZGYJWjVmcKNx8NR5ySOjH1gG0vBl2-zK2ZawqnmrRh9BuV0UEFmMAjSbzDUmvYQtH7T1q3OmJD7-VJpF1bIWjYJ4/s400/PC250121.JPG" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We LOVE YOU and MISS YOU Sammy!</span><span style="font-family:arial;"></div></span><div align="left"> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-50304039598937598092009-08-30T01:25:00.000-07:002009-08-30T01:25:24.980-07:00Behind the scenes of Hollywood.<div align="center">A long time ago, before Kara's life was consumed with school, she was able to enjoy living in California. One day, she decided to gather together a group of friends to take a hike behind the scenes of Hollywood......... literally.<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349161321600161938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF2z_sn-0Gd8owuooV_KwEoSrojhjpF3oGVBuUpUFBz7sIWNOzTwJ7MMaTuMXwtRky0atCKinUEgPn6Nz90Jub3_aQnFTtLxcuv4ICqUHu_UTm2HZP4dMm1NI2QyGMF3xz3KX-TdHmEG0/s320/P5100003.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Devon and Kara, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-hike.</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349161316021661186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7hHoEDnGq3JvA1gZyvn7orKM7uXs1pPMBus_VWcCLTZuQb-jcE9g8S_cQ6ReMWXl6UdcUWGkaiaWEg97KUGWWvRJEyDiKUEW-FGlRWhP3jVrVmtVHj63gyfY88ma6xYCmo1QV2lDCfo/s320/P5100001.JPG" /> <p align="center">Destination, Hollywood sign.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349161329993122370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAwJtdd_jcIaqth51wcqSfPUsW3S8e27BYWyZ6mzo2pr9Z35Rk6hw_vgwhSP2XMReTFjas8xM0p1LtdF0iD3kXiRgOIjGa9kgyQFrvmvEzhFySu5QdGQhyphenhyphenUhLq_B8gjE_1balV81RuSo/s320/P5100004.JPG" /> <p align="center">The Entourage.<br />(L-R) Eric, Joe, Brooke, Sam, Devon.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349161336721241666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFYNCqiRlgWI_kiV7V59RPRBkY9WjWc_XGdi0T9ZyuOjmo8rZMIpp5vJigLfH1iQe_e5gLwdlCaWwDwsDuALWOFG78uwQRFBGHaGGPmH552_RzWUJDz7ouF2NBnANe4uWZ-pkovZMkLk/s320/P5100007.JPG" /> <p align="center">Oh boy, it's a hot one!</p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349161332818164130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLe4LnmgX7wxsENhelsJiaO3cGy3r3LfY-YzlY4RBE3lBBmMY929eTaBn04yD-cdGZCXy3_H9sVXkf3kmYGu6OwE6BuRH4XHs_sZ9WNf9NF4sMQCNHGWDLh98c63VWi2LW5GkVsbZEHTk/s320/P5100005.JPG" /></div><div align="center">"Hang on Guys! My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">asthma</span> is kicking in!"</div><div align="center">Says the stout little dog laying on his belly.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349165954761996306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTILOwEbJxVClyhbd4xO2VpcKUI23X-vv7JX_3uwVBoB0OaNoQiYMkx99pRe3VZ7FVRwzRbWm6QFDq2t5MnF69m67ox-o7dcEUKPwILRdbph7u4AWrDaFhioy06XqMzPxnw711bK3ZQU/s320/P5100032.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">The Griffith Observatory.</div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162917916886930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSqMLKJYnFgDG7v6a8YJkZdbVtkRQLSd_eU07UWGndY3NXZIn-EbiFVL-FKGXfcX9GPsG98i_f-ezf4Ap7llKYeTGy7TTyn6ikiOHfKIZ-JpUrhc6Mcr4KdGXVxCxQHugctYu2c7SMRy4/s320/P5100010.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />"Guys! Wait for Me!"<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162923589152658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9keHCDBh5S2Xl2Nk0A8VMjPxaYmmfuE7DcSrV5ZsqPTMR84RSSzbTwghye_uNa5z9hPLShnn-Y039MD-wEmcJ2MjdpjWMLZygPtuBI6V56jg0Dna4eAjm_YgNt-ocUIwHBr1uZGT0bI/s320/P5100011.JPG" /><br />The slow one of the group, or as she claims,</p><p align="center">"I was just enjoying the journey!" </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162916631410146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixE4gPFKT4N7OdJ1ojt71y9WKUKLQqDD5uwjvn1pSkIMDzFb3Ed41IdBJG3rtcg9PKU5YmaHlu_S7sNT1e3xHsia6V9ZdPaOJOhs-K0uDW0JqLWZv8o9sTvr_bb_18oipHyuqOSvxKmfM/s320/P5100008.JPG" /> <p align="center">"I made it! I made it!"<br />Little did we know, Gracie wouldn't walk for four days after this hike.</p><p align="center">Poor baby.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349165946366181794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVX_sCQX7Dtta4zTKpJOxV2BB8PPHm0T9y6eIYtmQRUUAiBmm3cYBbSVFQNMM3D1dzIxDd7nYQAbz86f3a84Ccflmuhii_IZQX8orehK-el7aW8pfbCtuNOHGczy9Bosimcc8WzzuQmQ/s320/P5100030.JPG" /> <p align="center">A non-traditional view of the Hollywood sign.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164329161356962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPC3CaIeEkHyAtROP-P-h5ZUc49xgSeXZGXlOQYtL4-ZFd9gmiBJekK3pBpam51EPXh3UaP4Ojb_cn1RkjYr0vhoiWGFcpT6f9N8KmW6WFyLtXOXSCyNE3YiBOIyeMbFd1H0G1K6e9fU/s320/P5100026.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />Resting our legs......and eyes.</p><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164325145928610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2n_EHFHNPpi7JE63RepU-9Kcli6kWLO4_7rGYkJAolF3E35xVPl1N10JsJkz0InEV7DSDsHn5wv4aU8noUcby9SXoXzXL5k30b8EgsO-P5sFWfKTjaGu_IJxH2PzkX6SUPXs42TDSqc/s320/P5100024.JPG" /> <p align="center">My, "I'm too cool for school" roommate, Joe.<br /></p><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164317360035282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRB3oCghrPloQQJ9RMEOHMhBS_HNo0VTz79zLbeFT2vNidsBQHqXXS2vdZrqILAccWa0pp64s3mBku-h2STNXU6NRVlFVyZot5sVd9OkiWe04xX2BXirtQaedQateTZP7ciOPkU2WUHs/s320/P5100022.JPG" /> <p align="center">The Gangs All Here!</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375655838906655794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDOwBmehQMnc7CrTgfXeBoAoEZDqTmRO8VUkmqcRnYIpyjw10ZmepVL20QLMKNFjoNQu-v6qMMuDXsZ-2qlFdLMj42w6Xa9nrCYRN5IBPdBn4d4vq2y7tL21lvWVK69ObyqnXgEUboNk/s400/hike.jpg" /> <p align="center">The little old Russian guy who gave us a 10 minute break down on how to live a happy life.<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162932072341010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPWGHeAWMilumpGvK0GM2a0wvHgp0HD5E-U4M3Bqp52ivuToPxNHNuy4WS6YznfJPdmd1YJGOetY7aPPc8AyP5TjO-w4Qo2gZKCajuyjap54sOEqK8-IFL9g5eHFDsWAW7B8Ix7xNhGw/s320/P5100014.JPG" /></p><p align="center">I love this shot looking down on LA. So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">pur</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">dee</span>.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349162928601815378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vgqwm9m_eBCJUfW17cp-E1gDroRN9L6jkdMV2SMqCvAqytMu0IequshoDuimQPXsiih2Gbflvvg1K3A_9_hHBBchD3kef0-ZQvKP77tF9Amt_1Pvt1AH6nH_KTk-NIH158CQNOk0VIg/s320/P5100013.JPG" /></p><br /><p align="center">And when I got bored of resting my feet, I decided to stir-up a little bit of trouble.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164310332130210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLj1A7gktt0HoBcnDLqFKoLS4QWyVEXO84p2_DBAq0uXBDi50yHus72juz1m1Wg-nRHh4Q9gwYQF_JaSGKoFj5AxJVgjf5UzeJjgWRHbEZ6maUhhDnXJnJpoggXAFE8sb1FQM1HGaaIwk/s320/P5100017.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349164314016524066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGWOqICLy8Ka9w99Zm2Ic0GlxH742sxkmJEpAf-AaDNm4z_bIDXhVXH0x8OuMIcdvgVqEA2UJZ5XehkjPeucIBGccn4jpO4O7FiZPPR_hLqrIpvBh54eMb06ep2k_2MBGC2NbLSqPPa0/s320/P5100018.JPG" /></p><p align="center">But like I said, that was before........ </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375661810103910786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8xs5UxJMY-VP4gXQAcIsrpXf_1jdzFqY4YnoSP4Muy3EB8WXPlOPIam5cyIyO3ZtsJvVeyCXIzpgRPQh-t16F0lyjNB75mmPvYTtbKLQisn2rpCymDzfVNYcDMrHAjf9QSQk-469-h8/s400/P8090087.JPG" />This is now.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-73394334305878584822009-08-03T04:15:00.000-07:002009-08-03T04:15:00.929-07:00It's official.<div align="center">It's official, I've taken my Starbucks gig too far. Last week I became a Starbucks "Coffee Master." I've upgraded my old green apron, to a fresh black one. Now what does this mean, you ask. We'll the number one question I get is, "Do you get paid more." And that answer is NO. I should, but I don't. Besides the honor of wearing a crisp black apron, my duties haven't changed. I just know more about the coffees we sell then the other partners in the store. I hold the knowledge. Fun fact #1: a tall cup of Starbucks Pike's Place Roast has more caffeine then a shot of espresso. It is a widely <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">misconstrewed</span> idea that espresso has more caffeine then a cup of coffee. It's simply not true. I'm the coffee master and I'm telling you IT'S NOT TRUE! Come on, ask me another question.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363837363682430882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDPA3pBg-aiRVW7WVSwMsHeassZ3UWJqOuakveZsNx-RPF9oVt77KTMuBSJ0YVsUgl-ukrdarPH7LDmOvX1U3XIX1IjSK7LNrlolIOi-zA3eYMakZXKa3uAAOdROH1mNxI9OiVlJOngE/s400/Starbucks.jpg" /></div><div align="center">COFFEE MASTER NERDS!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(Matt and Me, the only two Coffee Masters at our store)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Adios! It's 4:12 in the morning. I've got homework to finish. BLAH!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4276429938273586060.post-91378190599132194152009-07-30T10:00:00.000-07:002009-07-30T10:00:02.091-07:00Kara Rocks the Catwalk!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy8N3UFBJeYYgKGnDBUMYK7aZDngblNgGxq3tNjlm2Nm8Jspy9_G1tCcApM2iSz93SMrJlLRi-dCg9GVd5hvAZi1DKQMEDvduE4e9oVpmbZXfAsPdQv1dvbPFqwby_9IO_lM2RIjhXVM/s1600-h/toni+and+guy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364081661962260898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy8N3UFBJeYYgKGnDBUMYK7aZDngblNgGxq3tNjlm2Nm8Jspy9_G1tCcApM2iSz93SMrJlLRi-dCg9GVd5hvAZi1DKQMEDvduE4e9oVpmbZXfAsPdQv1dvbPFqwby_9IO_lM2RIjhXVM/s400/toni+and+guy.jpg" /></a><br />There is a first time for everything and my time to strut down a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">blazin</span>' LA catwalk has arrived. How I got myself into this pickle, I have no idea. Is it going to be amazing though??......Hell YEA! I know, I know, I know, you're asking yourself now, "what is Kara talking about!" Well, in order to keep you in suspense, I'm not revealing any details. What I can say though, is my amazing friend Brooke, has made me a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">rockin</span>' CD to honor my debut, and because I believe she does such a wonderful job at creating playlist, I have decided to share it with you. However, I was given strict rules that this CD is only meant to be played at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">maximum</span> volume while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">strutting</span> around the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">apartment</span> in panties and heels! NOW WHO DOES THAT!!!???!!!<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363833771998321426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAEhOaQGQoPn7r_ZfRXre7Pc4iO9sOMSpw5KXLfFD_ToXU8WxI-STqgYyfa1sGCohxyRaUTB0AZXJQiAk0SdwHf7Cn0w3ZgQxdQfJ9FGI-af7R1lWIcmsJm2wuxj58Py-9SCTwj6bwtM/s400/scan0009.jpg" /><br />I promise to post videos and photos of the event as soon as it happens!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0