<?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-36509428</id><updated>2012-01-09T13:08:11.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasha's Blogging What-not</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff that doesn't fit in my other 4 blogs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6016785316809879285</id><published>2012-01-02T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:44:51.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A book list of my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;
So, last year my beloved book club went in a 
direction that I just wasn't interested in going. 
They chose all spiritual/self help/devotion type
books. Honestly, my walk with the Lord was so 
deep and personal and vital all through last year 
that I could not imagine picking up a book and 
having someone tell me how to do it better. I 
wanted to read novels. I wanted literary masterpieces.
 And so I didn't read any of the books they 
selected and I only went to one meeting, because 
I had already read that book in the past. It just 
wasn't my year for book club. But unfortunately, 
there were several months where I also didn't read 
anything. It may have been partly due to what was 
going on in my personal life. Trying desperately to 
take care of my children through a crisis just didn't 
lend itself to lots of curl up on the couch time. 
But the past couple of months I've gotten back into 
reading mode. And so, because it is a new year and 
I love making lists and planning out how perfect my 
life is finally going to be in the coming year, I 
sat down and made my very own reading list. One  book 
for each month (but of course, I'm allowed to read 
MORE than that, and probably will, because I am only 
half-way through the Harry Potter series and also 
only halfway through the Bloody Jack series). So 
without further ado....&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TASHA'S BOOK LIST 2012!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;~January~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;I've wanted to read this one for a long time - 
ever since I read Everything Is Illuminated two 
years ago and realized what an amazing writer Foer is. 
(BTW, no one else in my book club liked Illuminated - 
I don't think anyone else even finished it. Too much 
sex. &amp;gt;:-P) And now that there is a movie, I want 
to read it before I see the movie. And I want to see 
the movie before Oscars in February. So this one has 
to be first.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~February~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;The Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;
I have already seen these movies (The Swedish versions) 
and loved them. Plus some of my most trusted reader 
friends highly recommended them. I think I will like 
them the way I liked Robert Ludlum's Bourne series. 
Enough to finish all three in one month. Plus, I will
need some distraction during the dreaded Valentine's 
season.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~March~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;How Should We Then Live? by Dr. Francis Schaeffer&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeA5ko4T0Vo/TwJ8ZD92JfI/AAAAAAAABK8/ytqtX0LRV54/s1600/51cOelOOZ6L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeA5ko4T0Vo/TwJ8ZD92JfI/AAAAAAAABK8/ytqtX0LRV54/s400/51cOelOOZ6L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693249648953009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;A friend recommended this to me several years ago 
when we were discussing moral relativity and nihilism. 
I have been meaning to read it but never have. And its 
not like I NEVER want to read anything spiritual. I 
just don't want to read ONLY spiritual books. This one 
sounds good.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~April~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Where Men Win Glory by Jon Krakauer&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;Krakauer has become one of my favorite writers. 
Investigative reporting was never really interesting 
to me until I read Under the Banner of Heaven and 
Into the Wild. I don't know anything about Pat Tillman, 
but by the time I read this book I know I will.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~May~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Swamplandia by Karen Russell&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZHFNm4U8Po/TwJ9vP_b_oI/AAAAAAAABLU/zGmfT4-bWWY/s1600/Swamplandia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZHFNm4U8Po/TwJ9vP_b_oI/AAAAAAAABLU/zGmfT4-bWWY/s400/Swamplandia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693251129649659522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;pre&gt;Read really great reviews for this one and it 
looks like it will be a fun one for the start of summer.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~June~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pswTdGjU40/TwJ-WN19IeI/AAAAAAAABLg/sjOWUzQqj5g/s1600/their_eyes_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pswTdGjU40/TwJ-WN19IeI/AAAAAAAABLg/sjOWUzQqj5g/s400/their_eyes_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693251799087915490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;I've heard its a classic.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~July~ &lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates by Tom Robbins&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpXjCcqFBC8/TwJ_CMwrtKI/AAAAAAAABLs/HAGH8od0reY/s1600/fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpXjCcqFBC8/TwJ_CMwrtKI/AAAAAAAABLs/HAGH8od0reY/s400/fierce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693252554711610530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;I'm trying to read every single book this man 
has written. I haven't loved them all as much as 
the rest, but they are still entertaining.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~August~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Mrs. Dalloway by Virgina Woolf&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rz_pFesaA/TwJ_nt7SvEI/AAAAAAAABL4/QnK4Je2FZSI/s1600/Mrs._Dalloway_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5rz_pFesaA/TwJ_nt7SvEI/AAAAAAAABL4/QnK4Je2FZSI/s400/Mrs._Dalloway_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693253199269641282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;I've only ever read short stories by Virginia 
Woolf. And by August I should be ready for some 
feminism, I think.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~September~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;The Silent Woman by Janet Malcom&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zPM2gkjWCU/TwKAIpZj1BI/AAAAAAAABME/aQOk_eKv_pU/s1600/malcthes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_zPM2gkjWCU/TwKAIpZj1BI/AAAAAAAABME/aQOk_eKv_pU/s400/malcthes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693253764990096402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;I'm a little bit obsessed with Sylvia and Ted. 
Here is one I haven't read yet.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~October~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;I'm hoping that the short story style narrative 
of this one will hold my attention. &lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~November~&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Bad Marie by Marcy Dermansky&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;I believe I saw this on a book list Knopf 
Publishers posted on twitter a while back. It must 
have sounded good, although at the moment the 
premise escapes me.&lt;/pre&gt;

&lt;pre&gt;~December~ &lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;Things I Learned About My Dad by Heather Armstrong&lt;/pre&gt;

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&lt;pre&gt;Heather Armstrong is a former Mormon like 
myself. Her story is poignant yet common. Her 
blog is irreverent and hilarious. I have every 
expectation of laughing out loud while reading 
her book.

So that's it! Those are the books I've selected 
for myself. If you've read any of them, please 
leave a comment and let me know what you thought 
of it. No spoilers, though! I will try to write 
some reviews as the months go by.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6016785316809879285?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6016785316809879285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6016785316809879285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6016785316809879285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6016785316809879285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-list-of-my-own.html' title='A book list of my own'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PL2uRYenbEk/TwJ1lG1bSJI/AAAAAAAABKk/4wzzAuUCJN0/s72-c/El%2526ic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1089399099122219223</id><published>2011-06-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:08:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Like This</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm moving on. I have a future and I'm stepping into it with vigour. I truly don't long for the old things anymore, but cherish my freedom and my individuality and all the things I can do now. 
But then there are days like today - Father's Day - or any real milestone day that reminds me of all the loss. I hate it that I take two steps back on days like today. I find myself remembering things, smiling over things. Wondering if I'm the only one thinking of them. I get a little bit lost in the blur between what I have a right or a reason to feel anymore. A decade of Father's Days have been gouged out of the lump of clay that is my life. A decade of birthdays, of holidays, of Sundays. An entire decade that revolved around two people is a blurry mess now. And I look at old photos and try to reconstruct the memories. I look into faces and try to read the thoughts behind them. I thought I knew, but now I don't know anything about that time.
And its not that I want it all back. I know that if it wasn't what I thought it was, it must have been a sham on at least one level. And I don't want that back. But I just want a way to reconcile it. To tell myself it wasn't all just a waste and a lie. There were pure, real moments. There was a purpose in there. And photos like these ones are the comfort.
I don't know what Dane is doing for Father's Day today. But he is with our kids, and I hope he is realizing that they are one true, good thing that came out of the dissolving years of our marriage.

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Tonight was the end of the year feast for my homeschooling group. It was so much fun. All the kids took turns sharing something they had learned over the past year. Some of the presentations were tear jerkers. Kenzie and Avery both sang such beautiful songs, I cried! Thomas recited the entire chapter of 1 Corinthians 13, and I cried. Ethan, Rachel, Abby and Joel recited Psalm 19 in unison and, you guessed it, I cried. Trenton read a beautiful poem (I would even go so far as to call it a psalm) that he had just written to the Lord. I cried. Nathan read a poem about trusting God through trials. Sniff sniff sniff. When Ardara stood and shared with everyone how God comforted her with his word one night when she couldn't sleep after she had been fighting with me, I definitely cried. When Jed and Tobi and Jubilee recited Ephesians 6 about the whole armor of God with Tobi pantomiming the usage of each piece of armor, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 
But when Thomas and Skip did a little cowboy lip synch (with a cardboard banjo!) and Natalie did her "year in a nutshell" Dorf style - they had us all in stitches! Such adorable cuties!!! And Micah and Isaac and Annie reciting their marching poem was so much fun! I love how into it Isaac gets. He is a true literary mind. And he also said the Sanctus in Latin - with translation! SMAAAAAART!
But my very favorite moment of the night was when I was quizzing the kids about the things they'd learned about Israel, and I asked "Who can tell me a REALLY IMPORTANT person who was born in Israel?" Skip didn't miss a beat with his answer "ARDARA!" That's right. Who could be more important than my own baby girl? I'm so glad Skip thinks so too.

This is why I know my kids are going to amaze me next year with all the things they will learn. I can't even believe the providence of one of my very best friends on earth, Ashley, being the new teacher for Huyler and Ardara's grade! And I look forward to becoming part of that community. It seems like a fun, close-knit one. So, I am accepting that things don't have to go the way I had planned or expected in order for them to go RIGHT. Because this whole turn of events isn't a surprise to my sovereign God at all. He knew this was coming all along, and he arranged things so my kids could all get just what they needed at just the right time. Amen, Lord. Behold your handmaiden. Let it be unto me according to all that you have planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-2609161515065935730?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2609161515065935730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2609161515065935730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2609161515065935730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2609161515065935730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-era-or-just-beginning.html' title='End of an Era... or Just the Beginning'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-929879274051520497</id><published>2010-11-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:47:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rooms with music : the halloween edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thekidcollective.com/2010/10/rooms-with-music-the-halloween-edition/?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4ccf97c8b1e6585f,0"&gt;rooms with music : the halloween edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-929879274051520497?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thekidcollective.com/2010/10/rooms-with-music-the-halloween-edition/?sms_ss=blogger&amp;at_xt=4ccf97c8b1e6585f,0' title='rooms with music : the halloween edition'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/929879274051520497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=929879274051520497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/929879274051520497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/929879274051520497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/11/rooms-with-music-halloween-edition.html' title='rooms with music : the halloween edition'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4657758213016216020</id><published>2010-10-23T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:42:21.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revised Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I went and talked to Tony at Hold Fast the other day, showed him my design, and he gave me some good feedback. He thinks there was too much detail for the size I want it. So he told me to do a little revision, and come back to make an appointment. It will be about $300 total, and he can do it in 2 or 3 sittings. So, here's the revision. I had to turn it the other way to make the flag right, since Hebrew is read right to left. I am hoping that he will use some artistic license to make it look better than my amateurish art when he puts it on me. I've seen his work. He is really good.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TMMeXFlySnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/92zEzjbxQ38/s1600/tattoo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TMMeXFlySnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/92zEzjbxQ38/s400/tattoo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531298149327587954" 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/36509428-4657758213016216020?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4657758213016216020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4657758213016216020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4657758213016216020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4657758213016216020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/10/revised-tattoo.html' title='Revised Tattoo'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TMMeXFlySnI/AAAAAAAABFQ/92zEzjbxQ38/s72-c/tattoo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8695822454575409349</id><published>2010-10-11T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:14:12.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TLM3zJeOlhI/AAAAAAAABE4/ZJWW2Docq1M/s1600/dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TLM3zJeOlhI/AAAAAAAABE4/ZJWW2Docq1M/s400/dancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526822519569290770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I think I'm getting closer to where I need to be. Some things have shifted in my heart and I'm ready to move on. Am I healed? I don't know for sure. Will I ever heal? That's the real question. But do I have a right to heal? Do I have a right to feel the sun on my face and walk in the light and make music again? Is there any blame in those things? God gave me life and light and beauty and joy, and enjoying what he gave me honors him. I don't want to worship the past. I want to worship right now, the blessings and the real things. Do it with all my heart, not just a timid toe in the water. I'm putting down all the heaviness. Christ will carry the burdens, just as he promised to. I'm going to walk into joy now, not looking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-8695822454575409349?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8695822454575409349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=8695822454575409349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8695822454575409349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8695822454575409349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-closer.html' title='Getting Closer'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/TLM3zJeOlhI/AAAAAAAABE4/ZJWW2Docq1M/s72-c/dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5948238387294316935</id><published>2010-05-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:00:16.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whim</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling lately like I need a new tattoo. I know its crazy. I have been regretting all three of my tats for years (really just regretting that they faded and stretched and didn't stay new). But I am going through a life crisis like never before and God has been so faithful to me. It just blows me away how close and present and sufficient he has been through the past several months and especially the last 3 weeks. I started thinking about getting a tattoo to commemorate what I am experiencing - sort of a stone of remembrance for times to come, when maybe I won't have the "feeling" of closeness like I do right now. He gives grace to help in time of NEED. I will need to be reminded of that in the future.
ANYHOO...
Here is what I drew today. I'm thinking of having an artist friend draw it for me, because I realize that my lines aren't straight and my arch isn't symmetrical and so on and so forth. But this is the concept. I wonder how much it will end up costing me?


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S_YvVRcxlaI/AAAAAAAABCg/RuFvjGKByEw/s1600/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S_YvVRcxlaI/AAAAAAAABCg/RuFvjGKByEw/s400/tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473614439623267746" 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/36509428-5948238387294316935?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5948238387294316935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5948238387294316935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5948238387294316935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5948238387294316935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/05/whim.html' title='A whim'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S_YvVRcxlaI/AAAAAAAABCg/RuFvjGKByEw/s72-c/tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1700689327897139065</id><published>2010-03-30T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:15:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dai-Daiyenu!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the eve of Passover. Several years ago, after we returned from Israel, I wrote a messianic haggadah that was shorter so the kids wouldn't lose interest in the seder before it was done. So this year I pulled it out and revamped it with some new songs and invited over our believing Jewish friends for a fun Pesach. They have one son who is allergic to gluten, so since we don't live in a big city where there is a market for specialty items like gluten-free matzoh, we had to make our own.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhRD2an8I/AAAAAAAABBY/6lR9okAbbTI/s1600/CIMG0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhRD2an8I/AAAAAAAABBY/6lR9okAbbTI/s320/CIMG0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454458675674128322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhkXp-XbI/AAAAAAAABBo/RwFrD89VlLs/s1600/CIMG0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhkXp-XbI/AAAAAAAABBo/RwFrD89VlLs/s320/CIMG0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454459007408168370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just used gluten free bread mix and threw out the yeast packet. It came out beautiful, I must say. And tasty, although not as crispy as regular matzoh.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhkPBiywI/AAAAAAAABBg/XUUKxK3aayw/s1600/CIMG0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IhkPBiywI/AAAAAAAABBg/XUUKxK3aayw/s320/CIMG0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454459005091105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were really into it, they understood it perfectly as going hand in hand with the last supper, preceding the perfect sacrifice and resurrection of the Messiah, which we'll be celebrating later this week.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IiWKdK1QI/AAAAAAAABCA/c3wpWNYC8To/s1600/CIMG0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IiWKdK1QI/AAAAAAAABCA/c3wpWNYC8To/s320/CIMG0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454459862858257666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IjRd6LrtI/AAAAAAAABCI/4t4WLwDsLX0/s1600/CIMG0127b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S7IjRd6LrtI/AAAAAAAABCI/4t4WLwDsLX0/s320/CIMG0127b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454460881692503762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I got a text from my girlfriend that said "If he had only saved my soul but hadn't given me good friends, it would have been enough." I agree. Daiyenu, Lord! But thank God that he always does abundantly above all that we could ask or even think.

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&lt;/div&gt;Maybe one of the reasons I don't post as much is because I don't want to write about bad things. Like debt and bills and having no work and worrying. I hate these times when my thoughts are consumed with grocery money and late payments. I don't want to write about it, but that's what I think about most of the day. I can't even go to bed because laying in bed I can't stop thinking about it. I'm exhausted because for the past 2 weeks I found on Netflix Instant Play the perfect escape from those long, dark nights.... LOST. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S1Xavj0CvhI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kCLTX8ydOBA/s200/lost.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428485436467232274" /&gt;I know its so 5 minutes ago to be addicted to that show, but I never watched it, and one night when I didn't want to go to bed I started with the first episode and I was hooked immediately. Dane won't watch it with me, so now its a nightly ritual to tuck him in and then proceed to stay up until 2am watching 3 or 4 episodes in a row until I have to turn it off because my head hurts. Then I wake up way too late in the mornings, have no time for reading my Bible or praying or even preparing mentally for my day, because the kids are up before me and Dane is gone to work. I really need to break this cycle. I need to go to bed with Dane and wake up early again.... I was much happier that way. But every night when its time for bed, I don't even want to think about trying to sleep. Not while Jack and Kate and Sawyer are all still on the island. Not while Walt is out there in the jungle with the Others. And especially not while there is so much reality to think about in the darkness of my bedroom.
I haven't been in this dark place in a long time, because in all honesty, God has been carrying me for several years through our poverty. He still is, and if I would take a look around me at all the wonderful parts of my life that I'm taking for granted, I would probably feel a lot better. I can look back over just the past 3 years and tell you more miracles than I could even count on my fingers. I made a resolution "More of Jesus in 2010". So, I know its time to put a stop to these late nights. I know its time to put my focus back where it should be. Two weeks of wallowing is long enough. I can do this because Jesus is in me, helping me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6427731638657720918?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6427731638657720918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6427731638657720918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6427731638657720918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6427731638657720918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-can.html' title='I think I can'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/S1Xavj0CvhI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kCLTX8ydOBA/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-7188883441474790012</id><published>2010-01-18T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:05:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Jr. Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd41e3ad3773d4bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Augie and crew took a recent trip to the Moon. During which we experience weightlessness, collect moon dust/rocks, find a moon-hopper, a moon tarantula, and a moon beetle, and eat some pear flavored moon slime. We saw aliens outside the window of our spacecraft. Oh and we also crash-land on the moon, which we discover during our pre return flight systems check (PRFSC) damaged our visual systems, so we have to do a blind re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere. A really exciting trip. Luckily for Augie, Ardara and Huyler were both seasoned space travel veterans and they helped him a LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6549206240413198107?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=168c1f7225303b13&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6549206240413198107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6549206240413198107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6549206240413198107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6549206240413198107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2009/10/augies-moon-trip.html' title='Augie&apos;s Moon Trip'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6241421030031165441</id><published>2009-05-04T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:41:26.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="iLyROoaft2Cb" id="iLyROoaft2Cb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://sa.kewego.com/swf/p3/epix.swf" width="400" height="300"&gt;  &lt;param name="flashVars" value="language_code=fr&amp;playerKey=0df9b773a15b&amp;skinKey=7109c4112f57&amp;sig=iLyROoaft2Cb&amp;autostart=false&amp;advertise=1" /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://sa.kewego.com/swf/p3/epix.swf" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wideo.fr/video/iLyROoaft2Cb.html"&gt;REM - The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight - wideo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;REM - The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say this was the most relaxed Christmas season we have had since the kids were born. We agreed that each of us would get each other person one gift. That meant that we would each get four gifts total. (Besides whatever aunts, uncles and grandparents gave us). That took a lot of pressure off of our shopping. And there was a lot less chaos Christmas morning - but the kids were JUST as excited! If not MORE excited because they got the chance to GIVE gifts this year instead of just receiving them, as in years past.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3kmxfII/AAAAAAAAA9U/jcY8ja0ZYrY/s1600-h/boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793154089450626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3kmxfII/AAAAAAAAA9U/jcY8ja0ZYrY/s320/boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro4azxAvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Zca3cFhomqg/s1600-h/girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793168639460082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro4azxAvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Zca3cFhomqg/s320/girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On top of that, my mother-in-law went down to her other son's house for Christmas, leaving only one relative in town for us to share the day with. We woke up at a leisurely 8:00 am, opened presents slowly and then had french toast before heading over to my sister's house to see the family. Once we were there, we just hunkered down. We relaxed. We lounged. Okay, we cooked and cleaned the kitchen and cleaned the kitchen again and cooked some more. But I didn't have that added concern of watching the clock to make sure we divided up the time evenly between Dane's family and my family. We were just there and that was it. So relaxing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Plus, it was my birthday and Dane and the kids surprised me with birthday cards and gifts, and candles on top of the delicious blackberry cobbler. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3V4qXBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/HeqDOqsFkq0/s1600-h/birthday+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793150137949202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3V4qXBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/HeqDOqsFkq0/s320/birthday+party.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched movies and gabbed and laughed and watched Alex play his new Guitar Praise video game. We played board games and worked puzzles and wore new slippers and drank wine-a-ritas. It was such a good day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrpFjtbnHI/AAAAAAAAA90/FDNLADmdn84/s1600-h/puzzle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793394367110258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrpFjtbnHI/AAAAAAAAA90/FDNLADmdn84/s320/puzzle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the terrific presents I got this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Sonicare toothbrush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate Moss perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dad's driftwood art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5694530"&gt;The Devil's Bonbons&lt;/a&gt; made by my genius sister in law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrseOgppbI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XFIEalsFq5Y/s1600-h/devil%27s+bonbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797116707972530" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrseOgppbI/AAAAAAAAA-U/XFIEalsFq5Y/s320/devil%27s+bonbons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;a book of essays about the works of Randall Jarrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;spa products galore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://photographybyangela.org/"&gt;family photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsc__g9hI/AAAAAAAAA98/kPwWnuKjRfI/s1600-h/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797095631025682" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsc__g9hI/AAAAAAAAA98/kPwWnuKjRfI/s320/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsdZbEXEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0XZvYXQeDUw/s1600-h/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797102457478210" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsdZbEXEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0XZvYXQeDUw/s320/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsdFdQk2I/AAAAAAAAA-E/k505RH9BURw/s1600-h/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797097097958242" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrsdFdQk2I/AAAAAAAAA-E/k505RH9BURw/s320/Christmass+08+family+Pics+by+Angela+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;a gift card for Barnes and Noble&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;a complete set of bare minerals cosmetics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;a bracelet beaded by my 7 year old daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;and here are some of the gifts I had the delight of giving this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;to my husband: Fossil sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;to my kids: educational gadgets [microscope, telescope, smart globe]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;to my best friend: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/PostSecret-Extraordinary-Confessions-Ordinary-Lives/dp/0060899190/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1230695081&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives by Frank Warren
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrseOQVndI/AAAAAAAAA-c/83O5Mqmj98I/s1600-h/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285797116639550930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVrseOQVndI/AAAAAAAAA-c/83O5Mqmj98I/s320/postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;to my relatives: homemade Lapbooks about each of them - their home, their activities, their special interests, etc.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3zwUU3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ka8VKHvbo6w/s1600-h/Chinnock+lapbook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793158156014450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3zwUU3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ka8VKHvbo6w/s320/Chinnock+lapbook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro4AAdOmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/B-frt-5Pxjo/s1600-h/FLorida+chinnocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793161444932194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro4AAdOmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/B-frt-5Pxjo/s320/FLorida+chinnocks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/li&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/36509428-5301452983202943289?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5301452983202943289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5301452983202943289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5301452983202943289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5301452983202943289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-what-i-wanted.html' title='I Got What I Wanted.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVro3kmxfII/AAAAAAAAA9U/jcY8ja0ZYrY/s72-c/boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4570664628265976206</id><published>2008-12-22T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:46:46.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake goodies</title><content type='html'>Some weeks back I read&lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/recipefinder/display?id=40586"&gt; this idea&lt;/a&gt;. And it sounded fun and perfect for my little ones. We took flour tortillas, folded them in quarters and cut them into snowflakes, just like you do with paper. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282842013878533714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVBs0mm9PlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nKA5w9TkIOg/s320/SSPX0473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Then we fried them in hot oil until golden and crispy - sort of like a sopapilla, but not as bubbly.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And as they drained on paper towels, we sprinkled them generously with powdered sugar. Now they are beautiful white snowflakes and a perfect match for hot chocolate (make mine with some Bailey's Irish Cream please!)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282842018886707522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVBs05Q_6UI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kRz2NVvgm04/s320/SSPX0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then we snuggle up and read another chapter of A Christmas Carol (you know it only has 5 chapters so you can start it on the 21st and finish reading it to your kiddies on Christmas day. Be sure to use appropriate voices for all the characters!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282842024604919762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVBs1OkU59I/AAAAAAAAAx8/CVs-OKsMKKs/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&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/36509428-4570664628265976206?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4570664628265976206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4570664628265976206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4570664628265976206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4570664628265976206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowflake-goodies.html' title='Snowflake goodies'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SVBs0mm9PlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nKA5w9TkIOg/s72-c/SSPX0473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-7289364247254244433</id><published>2008-12-16T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:03:13.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Auntie Kay</title><content type='html'>So, I have this awesome aunt. I know that all my siblings will agree that she is our favorite. I don't mean any disrespect to our other aunts - they all have wonderful qualities, and special memories for us - but Auntie Kay is different. My sisters and I must all aspire to be that kind of aunt to our neices/nephews - we want to be THEIR Auntie Kay. I doubt we ever will be. She is like the Indiana Jones of aunts.
For example, when we were little she lived on a farm, but it wasn't an ordinary farm - they had peacocks running around with the chickens. My mom would drive us out to visit her and sing a song she had made up about Auntie Kay (nope, don't remember any OTHER aunt having that honor!) and it was a FUN song to sing, so we all joined in.
We had this black and white photograph of Kay hiking in the Sierras that made it look like she was just crawling up the side of a giant rock slope like spider man.
Kay always had funny stories to tell us. Sometimes they were about her stepdaughters, Audrey and Vanessa, or her cousin's girls, Lindsey and Hallie May. Sometimes they were about whatever silly kitties were occupying a place in her heart at the time. Her nutty husband Roger for years made fantastic stuffed bears - Roger Bears - and they were always getting into mischief too. When we lived far far away in Missouri, we loved to get letters from Auntie Kay telling us such funny stories. But she also wrote to us about grown up things. I remember her writing to me about the book she was reading - the Aquarian Conspiracy - and actually trying to explain in words an 8 year old could understand what it was about.
She also made me a leather totem pouch - just like the Indians wore! And she didn't just make it for me, she sent me instructions how to make my own.
Kay lived in Santa Fe, New Mexico studying ancient Chinese medicine. When her 8 years of training were complete, she moved to Sedona where we would often go visit her and receive acupuncture treatments, and covet her earring collection and go hiking in the red rocks and so on and so forth.
Our mom and Kay were always in a competition to see who could grow their hair out longest. The funny part about it was, they both had extremely short hair. They were obsessive about cutting their hair. They would get it pretty long (Like, covering their ears) and then it would feel too shaggy and they would have to cut it. They are only a few years apart so they used to look a lot alike. Some people even said they looked like twins with their short hair and their Evans faces.
When I was a single adult living in Santa Fe (certainly trying to be an adventurous spirit like Kay was in that place before me) I saw a comic strip that reminded me of Auntie Kay - It was Mutts, and it was a kitty playing with a little pink sock. It was similar to this one&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SUiegLjgYCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/k1qvfXkLQTo/s1600-h/little+pink+sock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SUiegLjgYCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/k1qvfXkLQTo/s400/little+pink+sock.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644838786621474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but not this one. Anyway. I saw it and I thought of Kay so I sent it to her. Would you believe that 10 years later, my Auntie Kay sent me that comic strip back and told me that she had kept it all those years and always thought of me when she saw it? That began a correspondence that I have been so thankful for. I love my Auntie Kay even more now than when I was a little kid.
But lately life has gotten in my way. I haven't written to her in months - maybe even a year.

Well, the other day, I got a letter from her with another Little Pink Sock episode tucked inside. The letter began with "The saga continues." It just made me giddy. But the letter unfortunately was pretty sad news. She is practically crippled from back pain that doctors have had trouble treating. Her husband is so busy trying to earn a living in this economy that he couldn't take care of her in that state, so she has gone to live with her sister (my other dear Auntie, Nancy, who is older than my mom and also a very interesting and compassionate person).  I can't say it sounds horrible being taken care of by your sister - apart from the chronic pain, of course. I'd love to get to live alone with my big sister and spend lots of time with her. But Auntie Kay? It breaks my heart that her adventures are pretty much over. I guess this is the time for her to put her Buddhism to the test and learn to quietly listen.
But I so ache for her. And I can't help praying that God is using this for his glory in Kay's  life. That maybe this is a whole new chapter of HER saga. That an awakening is coming far more real and grand and life-altering than any harmonic convergence in the galaxy. I pray that this will be the time when Kay meets God. And I pray she will have joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-7289364247254244433?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7289364247254244433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=7289364247254244433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7289364247254244433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7289364247254244433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-auntie-kay.html' title='My Auntie Kay'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SUiegLjgYCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/k1qvfXkLQTo/s72-c/little+pink+sock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-7716389133868131639</id><published>2008-12-14T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:46:38.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100 Greatest Movie Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This list on Empireonline.com was pretty dang good. But I take issue with them including the likes of Wall-E and excluding Holly Golightly AND Barbarella. As for their ranking - has Tyler Durden really upstaged Darth Vador? I'm not entirely sold. But it seems as though this list was compiled through some sort of democratic process. Maybe just not enough of us turned up at the polls. Wouldn't be the first time. Check it out for youselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.empireonline.com/100-greatest-movie-characters/"&gt;The 100 Greatest Movie Characters&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780591654135858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SUWMeYGL6DI/AAAAAAAAAw8/caoFRJhX1Mk/s320/dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dude, as portrayed by Jeff Bridges for "The Big Lebowski" ranked #7
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-7716389133868131639?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7716389133868131639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=7716389133868131639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7716389133868131639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7716389133868131639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-greatest-movie-characters.html' title='The 100 Greatest Movie Characters'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SUWMeYGL6DI/AAAAAAAAAw8/caoFRJhX1Mk/s72-c/dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-51897575885807528</id><published>2008-12-05T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:51:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i love about Christmas time</title><content type='html'>Christmas may be all overly commercial and stressed out. And for some sad reason it has to come right in the beginning of flu season. But that doesn't mean it isn't the MOST wonderful time of the year. Here's a list of things I love about Christmas time:


&lt;p&gt;1. Christmas movies - I don't mean the lame ones like the Santa Clause or Fred Claus. I'm talking Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, the Polar Express, and lately the Nativity Story. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;2. I love going to the Walk Through Bethlehem at the local Lutheran Church. They have done it every year as long as I can remember. Its better than a live nativity because they do the whole village, and everyone talking about the census and the strange star shining and the poor woman they saw riding a donkey. As you pass through, some shepherd boys stop you and tell you about seeing angels - this is where I always start crying - and then you go through a door and you see hosts of angels proclaiming the arrival of the Messiah. Out one more door into the cold parking lot that has a stable built and there is the holy family with some donkeys and sheep. They don't say a word. Its just beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;3. I love going Christmas shopping all by myself. No one else keeps the same speed as me. They always want to go somewhere else or get tired before I am. I like to just wander through the stores by myself and take my time and buy a little something here and a little something there. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;4. Christmas cooking. I'm talking sweets, baby. I am going to try a new thing this year. You cut snowflakes out of tortillas, deep fry them and sprinkle them with powdered sugar to make snowflake fritters. So pretty and yummy. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;5. It's my birthday and even though I never get a party and I always get two-in-one gifts, there is still something special about it being my birthday. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;6. I love drinking hard liquor in the cold - like hot toddies or Irish Coffee at the courthouse lighting. I know it sounds bad, but I'm not talking about getting wasted. I just like the heat of it sliding down my insides when it is so cold on the outsides. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;7. Christmas Eve services. I am such a sucker for little kids singing praises to Jesus, and they don't ever do it as enthusiastically as at Christmas time. I cry and cry all through church. Its wonderful. Especially when MY kids are involved. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. Waiting for it to snow. Even though we live in Arizona and it rarely snows here until around February or March, I still like to look outside and think "This could be it."The skies get all grey and dreary, and we are all walking around blowing our noses and the only thing that would make it all worthwhile is some big, fat flakes falling and sticking to the ground. Its wishful thinking but it does really happen sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. Driving around looking at people's lights. We also incorporate the Town of Prescott Valley's City of Lights display into this, but I'm most excited about the lights people (mainly dads) go out in the cold to staple, hang, wrap and smother their homes in. We don't do outside lights, but Daddy does do the lights on the Chrismas tree. That's a daddy's job. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. Fun and excitement are in the air. I know that most of it is commercialism. But I just read the greatest thing about Christmas in Anne Rice's book "Called Out of Darkness: A Spiritual Confession". I already returned the book to the library, so I can't quote, but she talks about how those storefront displays and those carols on the radio and over the speakers at the mall, etc. are the closest many people get to the Lord at Christmas time. They DO remind us of the hope that is in the coming of Our Lord. And that excitement may be over what we are getting and what we are giving, but more than a few times during the season, everyone remembers that God came down to be one of us, and he didn't do it in splendor or pomp. He came as a baby, and a poor baby at that. So that every thing we go through in life we can know that he has been there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-51897575885807528?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/51897575885807528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=51897575885807528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/51897575885807528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/51897575885807528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-love-about-christmas-time.html' title='What i love about Christmas time'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5407848251820878851</id><published>2008-11-28T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:25:51.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Meme</title><content type='html'>&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&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;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Some of each – Dane is a wrapping paper lover, and I of course reuse gift bags until they fall apart. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799726822630498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBM6OXQpGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WturSJHjJoU/s320/christmas-gift_001.gif" border="0" /&gt;

2. Real tree or Artificial? Real! I really loved the year we won the lottery to cut our own, even though the one we found was sort of Charlie Brown-esque &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799496453338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMs0K8M6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/fTT1BHHqEO0/s320/CharlieBrownTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

3. When do you put up the tree? About 2 days before Christmas &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799489739370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMsbKNMTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3qG3_HOTvBE/s320/advent-calendar.gif" border="0" /&gt;
4. When do you take the tree down? About 2 days after Christmas &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799484971218082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMsJZY9KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/mBkKpa1MVPY/s320/38207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
5. Do you like eggnog? I made it from scratch last year. It was a little bit gross.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799730153310050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBM6axWx2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/QB-lHDEzyiM/s320/eggnog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
6. Favorite gift received as a child? My kitty. He is in Israel in a box. Someday we’ll be reunited.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799257560560354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMe6OdsuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/82wXb49XbwU/s320/11047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
7. Hardest person to buy for? Dane &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273801087493387602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBOJbQctVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/e0OgNzBfP7Y/s320/Pictures+663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
8. Easiest person to buy for? Ardara &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273801087124228210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBOJZ4byHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EXhsW4ESvwI/s320/robe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, Dane gave me a gorgeous one a couple of years ago. I love it. And a different one that the kids can play with too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273800123796978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBNRVNUe3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/BVWrPQGKBDo/s320/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? I wish I had it together enough to do Christmas cards. Every time I try, I’m late mailing them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799722095542610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBM58wPAVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/XpqTlZH_hA0/s320/Christmas_Mailbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I don’t remember ever hating a Christmas gift. I must be easy to shop for. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273801079065699746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBOI73IZaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Z_94D8AT7VA/s320/Socks%2520rainbow%2520400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I have a few – Scrooged, A Christmas Carol, and The Bishop’s Wife (because I have to get Carey Grant into my holidays somehow) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799260999280018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMfHCUZZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0Evw6wj3L7A/s320/23567v1scrooged.png" border="0" /&gt;
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? If I had my way, I would do it way early, but Dane doesn’t let me shop until right before Christmas. I hate that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799262705845378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMfNZMhII/AAAAAAAAAuE/hINoh223iv0/s320/23184_12-18-07lastminute_story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don’t think so. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799488489510530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMsWgN1oI/AAAAAAAAAus/02YeD62P0jU/s320/April_2007_Pictures_042-_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Candy, baby &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799716110703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBM5mdVnUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/pnmdwbOL6Hk/s320/chocorange2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
16. Lights on the tree? Have you seen the Mythbusters about it? Lights really aren’t what causes all those Christmas tree fires according to them. Its faulty wiring/overloading the sockets, a la Clark Griswald. So, light em up! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799735353142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBM6uJF7oI/AAAAAAAAAvc/PE7mGv5l3OU/s320/eric_christmasvacation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
17. Favorite Christmas song? Oh Holy Night (me too, Tara!) but my kids laugh at me because I always cry when I sing Little Drummer Boy. I’m that cheesy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273800126283303346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBNReeGybI/AAAAAAAAAvk/FZNLaIVGato/s320/little-drummer-boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? stay home &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273800130448095538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBNRt_EeTI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1uNMH89L1Jk/s320/Pictures+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? my Dad teases me that I remember every lyric to any song I’ve heard even once. That’s an exaggeration, but I have heard The Night Before Christmas many times – Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet Cupid, Donner and Blitzen... and do you recall the most famouse reindeer of all? RUDOLPH the Red Nosed Reindeer! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273801083706175746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBOJNJgcQI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Sli4xqd6waU/s320/ts-main1ani.gif" border="0" /&gt;
20. Angel on the tree-top or a star? We had a stained glass cross, but it broke so this year I get a new tree topper. I saw a cool one in a catalog. It was a start of David. I think I might get it, if I can find it again. (the one in this picture isn't it.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273806099842970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBStLttsdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/vsQodfjBwYk/s320/2116884682_7b838a5584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas morning? Morning. No cheaties &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273804388612783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBRJk4pPwI/AAAAAAAAAws/jPxhaUBglqc/s320/Pictures+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? The people wanting you to give one last tax deductible donation  before the end of the year – as if we are all just looking for ways to get rid of our money right now. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273800132366178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBNR1IYGkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/vQPLjl_wK3M/s320/telemarketers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Ones the kids make&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273800128038837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBNRlAqHrI/AAAAAAAAAv8/Go1irc1VIeU/s320/sclayornaments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
24. Favorite food for Christmas dinner? Christmas dinner wasn’t really a tradition in our house growing up. We just grazed it seems like. (Sorry mom if I am forgetting your hard work for many years – I really don’t remember Christmas dinner!) But it is my birthday and I do remember birthday cakes. YUM! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273799250860199602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/STBMehQ-TrI/AAAAAAAAAts/3RzMe-GZmzQ/s320/2c_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
25. What do you want for Christmas this year? Something sentimental.
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&lt;div&gt;Well, Jarnli did send me the pictures of me and the kids with the Rhinos basketball team. So, here they are. I look like I'm trying really hard. But I was cool, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270258650080871282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SSO4UbiAA3I/AAAAAAAAAtM/kegRo8i3a9M/s320/rhinos2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;


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The picture on my profile right now is an illustration from my favorite childhood book, Water Babies by Charles Kingsley. As a child I had these really wild paisley sheets on my bed and I would get under the covers with a flash light and read Water Babies and imagine I was in an underwater world. I really really wanted to be a water baby.
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One of my favorite things about Dane when we were courting was that he went to the barber regularly for a shave and a haircut. He was so handsome and smelled so good afterwards with his clean cut, it thrilled me beyond measure. But for the past 7 years he has had me cutting his hair for him, and it doesn't have the same effect at all.
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The first person I ever stalked was a man who looked exactly like Cary Grant. I was working at Little Caesar's pizza and he came in to pick up an order. He didn't speak English at all, but was reading off of a 3x5 card. His accent sounded french. I was so taken by him that I looked up his phone number in the backwards telephone directory and his name was Rolph Englehard. It had his address, so I started a daily routine of driving past his house for a glimpse of him. I never actually saw him, though. By now he would be a gray haired old man, although probably still handsome. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270132711415494690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SSNFx1cWOCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/69maWfik5cU/s320/cary_grant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

Actually, that was a lie. I actually started stalking cute boys while I was still in school. I memorized Jim Fransen's locker combo just so I could smell his jacket when he wasn't around. I also made my mom drive past Stan Goligoski's house many many times. I don't know why Rolph Engelhard stands out as the first, when I did it all the time as a school girl. Either way, he wasn't the last. Now, of course, I don't do any stalking. I really am happily married. (:
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My pet peeves include but are not limited to: not replacing a roll of toilet paper when you use it up, bad grammar/punctuation/spelling, improper use of cliches, fanatics (whether it is a fanatical vegetarian, eschatologist, baseball fan or scrapbooker - they all just get under my skin.)

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One thing that Dane does that really endears him to me is to sing along with gusto to the music he loves, even though he can't carry a tune and doesn't know the lyrics. I don't really appreciate this quality in everyone, but in my husband it is precious. He confessed to me the other day that he was singing along in the car and thought he was hitting the notes so well he turned down the volume to hear himself. He was wrong. Enough said.



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&lt;em&gt;"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases/ his mercies never come to an end/ they are new every morning/ new every morning/ great is thy faithfulness, O God/ Great is thy faithfulness"&lt;/em&gt;    Then we got to just climb around on the awesome granite dells and explore for a few hours, which was super duper fun. It was by far one of the most meaningful times I ever spent with my kids, and I know it touched them too, because the rest of our day was filled with supernatural peace - which is HUGE when you have three young children! Just before bed time Huyler told me "Mom, I had a really good day." My heart wanted to just over flow. I hope they remember it, because without that fresh mercy every day, I would be totally lost in life.

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I googled it. I also found a whole &lt;a href="http://netforbeginners.about.com/cs/netiquette101/a/abbreviations_2.htm"&gt;glossary of internet abbreviations &lt;/a&gt;and I am just sitting here wondering why people can learn what practically amounts to an entire new language for typing on the internet, instead of spending an equal amount of time learning to type things out in the language they already use? I mean, it doesn't take me any longer to type "for the win" than it does to think of typing FTW and then executing it. If that's really a part of someone's vocabulary anyway, why not just practice your typing skills to save time? I guess it just bothers me that the English language is falling by the wayside while people are taking the time to create a glossary so that others can understand their mostly initialed email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267889432655252626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRtNh01zTJI/AAAAAAAAArc/0p6EXzOg2WA/s400/IMHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-4404424667763420394?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4404424667763420394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4404424667763420394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4404424667763420394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4404424667763420394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/11/netiquette.html' title='Netiquette'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRtNh01zTJI/AAAAAAAAArc/0p6EXzOg2WA/s72-c/IMHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4573998282295755331</id><published>2008-11-09T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:20:36.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you couldn't picture it...</title><content type='html'>As described in my last post.... here is me with a paper clip in my nose. It came about from helping my kids clean their room and finding said paper clip on the floor. I realized that it had been quite some time since I had pulled that little shocker, and sure enough, Augie was completely taken aback. He loved it.

Dane, not so much.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SReaD3ohqRI/AAAAAAAAArM/x62vmAPoOZY/s1600-h/septum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266847680497297682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SReaD3ohqRI/AAAAAAAAArM/x62vmAPoOZY/s400/septum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36509428-4573998282295755331?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4573998282295755331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4573998282295755331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4573998282295755331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4573998282295755331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-case-you-couldnt-picture-it.html' title='In case you couldn&apos;t picture it...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SReaD3ohqRI/AAAAAAAAArM/x62vmAPoOZY/s72-c/septum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4732704219819360522</id><published>2008-11-06T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:27:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's All Get to Know Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRP6MPE3TTI/AAAAAAAAArE/V2VPrZu4PDA/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265827477438549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRP6MPE3TTI/AAAAAAAAArE/V2VPrZu4PDA/s400/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My mom sent me a quiz! Of COURSE I had to fill it out. And it was a fun one, too.

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a blind date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an Irish kid named Patrick in Santa Fe. He took me to an old people restaurant&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I forged a note from Mom and it was so obvious I got called in to Mr. Bixler's office and busted for it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Holly Windish had an asthma attack at the Major Lingo show in Jerome, and the ambulance didn't make it up the hill in time from Cottonwood. Very sad. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(thanks to Anika!)&lt;/span&gt; yeah! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prescott's sister city Caborca for a service project when I was 16&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been to Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to my Father in Law! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(more than I'd like)&lt;/span&gt; amen. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "...but now am found, was blind, but now I see"&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been outside of the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ireland, Israel and stopovers in England (can't count Mexico and Canada, because not only are they attached, but we already covered them in a previous question) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;( ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gone to Washington, D.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X ) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swam in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pacific, Atlantic, Mediterranean and Dead Sea!

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, I was 16 for a whole entire year. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Played cops and robber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sheriff Powder Puff with a chicken coop for a jail! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently colored with crayons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like every day.. .I did the best Incredible Hulk yesterday. I should scan it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sang Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can do Loretta Lynn's "You Ain't Woman Enough to Take My Man" like nobody's business. I just recently sang it a capella to Dane on our anniversary - we didn't feel like going to a honkey tonk to actually get accompaniment. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paid for a meal with coins only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have paid for more embarassing things than food with coins only&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have you seen Augie's smile? He could get me to go back on my word 100 times a day. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I actually did, but I can't remember with whom or what we said&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;se And one time Karen Chandler made me laugh so hard I threw up in my thirstbuster cup. TMI, I know. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But never taken by surprise in a romantic, movie way. I'm always the dork standing under the mistletoe going "Oh, look! I'm standing under the mistletoe! How silly of me!" &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched the sunrise with someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gone ice-skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been skinny dipping outdoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The last time was with Mom in Tomales Bay!!! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Gone to the movies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If there is anyone who is living in a technologically advanced enough vicinity that they can receive random quizzes via email and yet they have never been to the movies... I'm confused. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(X) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did something illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Any nickname?&lt;/em&gt; Squasha Tasha&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2.&lt;em&gt; Mother's Name? &lt;/em&gt;Silly Sally&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Favorite drink?&lt;/em&gt; It changes, but lately I have been enjoying Nescafe in the mornings. It reminds me of Israel, where everyone drinks instant or Turkish coffee. No one has a coffee maker. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Tattoo?&lt;/em&gt; Several, but I'm not proud of any of them now. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Body Piercing?&lt;/em&gt; Septum, but I don't wear anything in it anymore. Sometimes I stick a paper clip in there to freak out my kids. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;How much do you love your job?&lt;/em&gt; I LOOOOOVE home schooling my kids. I HAAAAAAATE doing office work for Dane. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;BIRTHPLACE?&lt;/em&gt; a hospital delivery room, unlike my lucky little sister.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Favorite vacation spot?&lt;/em&gt; I like the vacation spot in "The Fifth Element", where they go for a cruise on another planet and hear an alien opera diva. Way cool. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Ever been to Africa?&lt;/em&gt; Never even desired to go. Well, maybe to Egypt. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Ever eaten cookies for dinner?&lt;/em&gt; No, but Pancakes is a regular dinner item &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Ever been on TV?&lt;/em&gt; Nope&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Ever steal a traffic sign?&lt;/em&gt; No, but three different boyfriends of mine have. It is always a result of drugs and/or alcohol. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Ever been in a car accident?&lt;/em&gt; Yes, and always my own fault - but NOT the result of drugs and/or alcohol. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle?&lt;/em&gt; 4-door 4x4&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Favorite salad dressing?&lt;/em&gt; Wishbone Green Goddess&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Favorite pie?&lt;/em&gt; It's been a super long time since I had mom's rhubarb, but it does sound good. I also like me some pumpkin pie from scratch with free pumpkins from the day after Halloween at Albertson's. I forgot to go get one this year, but I still have some in the freezer from last year. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Favorite number?&lt;/em&gt; 11 - because it's just two sticks &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;Favorite movie?&lt;/em&gt; P.S. I Love You - speaking of karaoke, I haven't seen Dane laugh that hard in years. Mom, you would love that scene. Its PG-13, did you see it? &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;20.&lt;em&gt; Favorite dessert?&lt;/em&gt; Just a little bit of delicious chocolate for me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/em&gt; sushi, and I'm proud to say that my 7 year old loves it too. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;22. &lt;em&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;/em&gt; Wednesday, its Exploration Day this year in school and we are required to go spend time outdoors, exploring a new place every week. The kids draw in nature journals, and we do experiments. And no math class or anything. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Favorite brand of body wash or soap?&lt;/em&gt; Body Shop pink grapefruit

&lt;p&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Favorite toothpaste? &lt;/em&gt;Tom's non-flouride peppermint &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;Favorite smell?&lt;/em&gt; clean little babies sleeping&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;How do you exercise?&lt;/em&gt; hmm. ha ha. haaaa haaa haaaa. bwahhh haaaa haaaaa haaa. HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;/em&gt; Maybe another baby? Maybe living in Israel? "...yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes." James 4:14 &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;What do you do to relax?&lt;/em&gt; I have a lavender eye pillow and I lock my door and lay down and put on my eye pillow and I escape into another dimension until someone comes screaming at me that so-and-so is going to kill them, and then I get back up. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;Furthest place you will send this message?&lt;/em&gt; Newport, OR, but I may post it on my blog, too, which is read all over the world according to my little map counter thingy! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;Who will respond the fastest?&lt;/em&gt; Mom sent it to everyone I would send it to. And I bet you I sent it back before Jarnli! HA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and if you read my blog, consider yourself SOOOO tagged. I want to see some long quizzes on your blog pronto. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-4732704219819360522?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4732704219819360522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4732704219819360522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4732704219819360522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4732704219819360522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-all-get-to-know-each-other.html' title='Let&apos;s All Get to Know Each Other'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRP6MPE3TTI/AAAAAAAAArE/V2VPrZu4PDA/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3573691899039917307</id><published>2008-11-04T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:19:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I forgive you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRDIoopGSfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BlT1jsFIZ9c/s1600-h/roses6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264928564826229234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRDIoopGSfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BlT1jsFIZ9c/s400/roses6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm really easy to appease. Just remember 3 things:
&lt;OL&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Don't treat me like a jerk in the first place
&lt;li&gt;When I go to sleep on the couch, you aren't supposed to LET me.
&lt;li&gt;When #1 and #2 get missed, just TRY to make up.. even with a bouquet from the grocery store. I'm not picky. &lt;/OL&gt;

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&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/36509428-3573691899039917307?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3573691899039917307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3573691899039917307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3573691899039917307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3573691899039917307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-forgive-you.html' title='Okay, I forgive you.'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SRDIoopGSfI/AAAAAAAAAq8/BlT1jsFIZ9c/s72-c/roses6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1533110367106474278</id><published>2008-11-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:51:46.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Rhinos</title><content type='html'>Yay! Prescott Valley has a basketball team! The ABA team, &lt;a href="http://www.arizonarhinos.com/index.htm"&gt;the Arizona Rhinos &lt;/a&gt;was at Tim's Toyota Center today for a meet and greet. Then they showed up at a fall festival we were enjoying at Glassford Hill Church! We got to watch them shoot some hoops! Jarnli took a picture of me and the boys with the team, but its on her camera, so I may never see it. Season starts December 5th. Woot!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263916545003365266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQ0wNVA6I5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/yWKtXqnup5Y/s400/rhinos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;

And Huyler made friends with this little guy, Kalil, who was with the team, although I don't know whose son he is. He was 4 and ADORABLE (He gave me his autograph.. just a lowercase "h". so cute).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263917837182737858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQ0xYiwencI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Grhk9FyfGl4/s400/SSPX0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1533110367106474278?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1533110367106474278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1533110367106474278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1533110367106474278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1533110367106474278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/11/arizona-rhinos.html' title='Arizona Rhinos'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQ0wNVA6I5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/yWKtXqnup5Y/s72-c/rhinos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2878818343507717387</id><published>2008-10-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:36:38.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder to vote early</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was so inspiring! I am going to the County Building this week to vote early. I think I will take my kids with me. Dane is still adamant about not voting, but I am more and more relieved to be voting again after 12 long years.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://vaughtthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-done-when-i-can-collect-my-thoughts.html#links"&gt;Vaught Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well today, Thomas went with me to the Washington County Courthouse, held my hand and walked up three flights of stairs where I presented my ID and took my place proudly in line with my son. "Electronic or manual?" the clerk said. "Electronic," I said. I thought Thomas would think it was cool to help me push the buttons on the screen. I was right. "&lt;/em&gt;
Thanks for the reminder! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-2878818343507717387?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://vaughtthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-done-when-i-can-collect-my-thoughts.html#links' title='A reminder to vote early'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2878818343507717387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2878818343507717387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2878818343507717387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2878818343507717387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/vaught-thoughts.html' title='A reminder to vote early'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6311865010909853947</id><published>2008-10-23T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:11:30.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisters</title><content type='html'>So, I have a few favorite tongue twisters that I love to impress my kids with. I'm always game to learn a new one, so comment if you have a doozy. Here are mine:

&lt;p&gt;From my Mother: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Betty Botter bought some butter &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But, she said, this butter's bitter&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If I put it in my batter&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it will make my batter bitter. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I think it would be better &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;if I bought some better butter &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So it was that Betty Botter&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;bought a bit of better butter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519695519912914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQEeyqlpE9I/AAAAAAAAApk/taL4zfq-F6g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;From a Nursery Rhyme book I have: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Moses supposes his toeses are roses, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but Moses supposes erroneously &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For nobody's toeses are posies of roses&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519686599079154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQEeyJWv9PI/AAAAAAAAApU/woyku60mGcA/s320/00500001m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And from my high school Spanish class: &lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paco Peco, chico rico,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;insulto de modo loco&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a su tio Frederico, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;y le dijo
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Paco Peco, poco a poco &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;poco pico!"
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Translation:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Paco Peco, a little rich kid, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;insulted in a crazy way
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his uncle Frederico
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he said &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Paco Peco, little by little,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;your little beak!" (that's slang for something like shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519686615094082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQEeyJakU0I/AAAAAAAAApc/lYPUmUk6eBU/s320/manandboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And from the &lt;a href="http://www.uebersetzung.at/twister/iw.htm"&gt;International Tongue Twisters Database&lt;/a&gt;, a Hebrew one: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;NACHASH NASHACH NACHASH SHE NASHACH NACHASH. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Translation: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A snake bit a snake who bit a snake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260520627690273906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQEfo7MX_HI/AAAAAAAAAps/FLCqqKs18rk/s320/7502173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6311865010909853947?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6311865010909853947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6311865010909853947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6311865010909853947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6311865010909853947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/tongue-twisters.html' title='Tongue Twisters'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SQEeyqlpE9I/AAAAAAAAApk/taL4zfq-F6g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3105357817490154989</id><published>2008-10-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:11:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/countries" style="display: block; background: #333 url('http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/img/countries/badge.jpg') no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;70&lt;/a&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/36509428-3105357817490154989?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3105357817490154989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3105357817490154989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3105357817490154989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3105357817490154989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-im-bored.html' title='So, I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-9141243572521391912</id><published>2008-10-19T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:39:27.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SPt-fF7mdVI/AAAAAAAAApE/S4_n3-68O5M/s1600-h/hillel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258936062518392146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SPt-fF7mdVI/AAAAAAAAApE/S4_n3-68O5M/s320/hillel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing." – Rabbi Hillel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-9141243572521391912?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9141243572521391912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=9141243572521391912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9141243572521391912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9141243572521391912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-wisdom.html' title='Beautiful wisdom'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SPt-fF7mdVI/AAAAAAAAApE/S4_n3-68O5M/s72-c/hillel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-346610426026893805</id><published>2008-10-13T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:22:43.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James McAvoy and Craig Ferguson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRrk3zZmksE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRrk3zZmksE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

&lt;p&gt;demonstrating what is now known as the "Scottish vacuum of charm."

I love James McAvoy. I don't know how anyone so skinny and pasty white can be so diggity doggone HOT, but he manages it somehow. It must truly be Scottish charm. I know it isn't merely the accent, though, because he spoke with an American accent in Penelope and I still had fits of joy when he grabbed Christina Ricci and kissed her at the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-346610426026893805?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/346610426026893805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=346610426026893805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/346610426026893805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/346610426026893805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/james-mcavoy-and-craig-ferguson.html' title='James McAvoy and Craig Ferguson'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3861222315738509539</id><published>2008-10-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:12:41.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I deciphered a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I have too much time on my hands once Dane goes to bed. But why else do we pay for internet access? If you aren't addicted to &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret.com &lt;/a&gt;yet, you should be. It is so fascinating to read other people's secrets. I may just send in my own secret someday. But until then, I will wait with bated breath every Sunday for the newest secrets to appear. This one was in code, so I went to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Decipher-a-Secret-Code"&gt;wikihow&lt;/a&gt; and figured out how to decipher a code. It was easy. No, I'm not going to tell you what it says. Figure it out like I did.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is me these past few days. The recession (read that depression) is slamming us down head first. We bounced multiple checks over the weekend and had three customers cancel this week citing the economic collapse as their reason. This is not a good time to own a window cleaning business. Its just not a priority in times of famine. I'm praying God will take us back to Israel now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-5476920319441721396?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5476920319441721396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5476920319441721396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5476920319441721396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5476920319441721396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-on-tight.html' title='Hold On Tight!!!!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SOK3JQZufRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/J5CQiOsR88c/s72-c/10152004girl_sliding_down_a_slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3166194579770994519</id><published>2008-09-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:08:50.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Newman</title><content type='html'>I was so shocked to hear of Paul Newman's death today that I cried and cried. I couldn't handle all the "Remembering Paul Newman" things they did on the radio all day long. It just hurts to think of him dying. But, I have to pay tribute to one of my favorite actors of all time. I hope it soothes the hurt to see him in better days..

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&lt;p&gt;and here is the news anchor Dane's aunt thinks is his spitting image in 25 years. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247076788156772402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNFcieNIMDI/AAAAAAAAAns/9rI9f9HhYDU/s400/Huyler+Grown+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know. That's Anderson Cooper. I honestly never heard of the guy until Tantie Pat told me he looked like Huyler. Then I had to look him up and felt like a n00b for not knowing who he was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-261659913862162033?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/261659913862162033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=261659913862162033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/261659913862162033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/261659913862162033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-son-and-americas-crush.html' title='My Son and America&apos;s Crush..'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNFciB8kz9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/WFG-vaLftfM/s72-c/huyler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5991827267249260400</id><published>2008-09-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:42:26.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Classic Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNFb-dzzTXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YD8iHckElDE/s1600-h/Ike+hits+Galveston%27s+1900+storm+memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247076169575255410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNFb-dzzTXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YD8iHckElDE/s400/Ike+hits+Galveston%27s+1900+storm+memorial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I don't know who took this photo, or where else it has been published. I got it from &lt;a href="http://enthalpy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enthalpy&lt;/a&gt;, a blog I like, but don't know its author.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This is the memorial built for the 1900 storm that hit Galveston. And that is Ike about to hit it. Intense shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-5991827267249260400?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5991827267249260400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5991827267249260400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5991827267249260400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5991827267249260400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-classic-photo.html' title='A New Classic Photo'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNFb-dzzTXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/YD8iHckElDE/s72-c/Ike+hits+Galveston%27s+1900+storm+memorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-552422549546446606</id><published>2008-09-16T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:50:52.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Cell Phone Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I recently read the new Email Etiquette posted by &lt;a href="http://catfoodandcabernet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catfood &amp;amp; Cabernet&lt;/a&gt;, and in a similar vein, I would like to present the Cell Phone Rules that I plan on giving to my husband as soon as he gets back to me. &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;1. We are currently spending $100 extra a month on your excessive text messaging, when we have FREE Sprint to Sprint calling. Why? Because you are enamored with your new touch screen phone that lets you transcribe instead of pushing buttons. So, from now on, you are forbidden to text me. I will not read or respond to your text messages. They are a poor form of communication anyway, because every time we converse via text, someone misunderstands our shortened version of the English language and I show up with Chinese food instead of the pizza you ordered. So, call me and tell me exactly what you mean and then hang up. Free. &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;2. I understand if you are in the middle of something and can't talk that you may push the ignore button. That doesn't mean that I never called you. Since I spend much of my time caring for our children, and since you are out driving our only vehicle around, consider the fact that I may have an important reason for calling you and RETURN my call as soon as you can. Telling me you forgot is not a valid excuse when I am calling you every 10 minutes and not getting through.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;3. I hate it with a passion when you try to call my cell phone and I don't get to it in time so you immediately try the home phone. Please picture the scenario... I am cutting up a raw chicken for dinner. My hands are all slimy, bacteria infested and gross. The phone rings. I run to the sink to rinse off my hands, then turn to find a towel to dry them, only to see that the 5 year old has used it to wipe off his muddy shoes. No time to find a new one, my cell is on it's 3rd of 4 rings! I reach to my pocket, but.... where is my phone? I left it on the bathroom counter when I was wiping our 4 year old! I race to the bathroom and answer the phone just as it clicks to voicemail. So, then, I quickly hit "Call" to get you right back, and your phone goes directly to voicemail just as the phone in the kitchen begins to ring. I run back to the kitchen, tripping over the kids playing in the middle of the floor and by this point the dog is chasing me from room to room thinking it is a game. By the time I reach the kitchen phone, it too has stopped ringing. (You hung up before the voicemail picked up this time). When my cell rings again, I can be certain I will get a lecture for not answering my phone. NEXT TIME just wait to the count of 10 after you miss my cell. I will almost always call you right back, avoiding danger to life and limb on my end of the call and avoiding a pissed off wife on your end.&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;5. Just wait until you are past that power line that ALWAYS makes you drop a call before you even dial. Because you never remember to warn the very important client/doctor/long-lost-relative you are talking to that you are entering a bad service area, so they are always surprised when they lose you. AND you are always going to scream a profanity when you lose the call, even when the kids are in the car with you. &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;6. I know you can play Vegas Solitaire and Bubble Breaker on your phone. But put it down and spend some time with US.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246723091221392402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNAa2mcXLBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mf47KqJ91jc/s320/00508_htc-touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-552422549546446606?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/552422549546446606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=552422549546446606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/552422549546446606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/552422549546446606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-cell-phone-rules.html' title='The New Cell Phone Rules'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SNAa2mcXLBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/mf47KqJ91jc/s72-c/00508_htc-touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-7032419874013918760</id><published>2008-09-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:51:24.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things Every Omnivore Should Eat at Least Once</title><content type='html'>This one came to me through &lt;a href="http://lilnaidmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and she evidently got it from some other blog. I am not a picky eater, in fact I am a very experimental eater, so I am interested to see what I've tried, and to try some of the things recommended.
&lt;p&gt;How it works:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bold items you have eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;strike through &lt;/del&gt;items you will never eat&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I also asterisk** the ones I can't wait to try&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Venison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Steak tartare&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;5. Crocodile &lt;/del&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but hated it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;8. Carp&lt;/del&gt; aka bottom suckers? I don't think so &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Borscht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;10. Baba ghanoush&lt;/del&gt; hate eggplant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pho"&gt;12. Pho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Aloo gobi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aloo_gobi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's dry curry for those of you who don't know &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;15. Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89poisses_de_Bourgogne_(cheese)"&gt;Epoisses&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;17. Black truffle***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;19. Steamed pork buns&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. Pistachio ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. Fresh wild berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;23. Foie gras***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24. Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;25. Brawn, or head cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/del&gt;

&lt;p&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. Dulce de leche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. Oysters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I make my own, baby! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;30. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagna_Cauda"&gt;Bagna cauda&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31. Wasabi peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;33. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassi"&gt;Salted lassi&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34. Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35. Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;37. Clotted cream tea&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39. Gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;/del&gt; As with "head cheese" there are some body parts best left alone &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/del&gt;

&lt;p&gt;43. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaal"&gt;Phaal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44. Goat’s milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;46. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugu"&gt;Fugu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/del&gt;

&lt;p&gt;47. Chicken tikka masala&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48. Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;50. Sea urchin***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51. Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;52. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umeboshi"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;53. Abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54. Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56. Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57. Dirty gin martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;58. Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;59. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine"&gt;Poutine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;60. Carob chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;61. S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;62. Sweetbreads&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;63. Kaolin&lt;/del&gt; I don't know if this is the rock or the diaffhea medicine, but either one I'll pass on&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;65. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian"&gt;Durian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;68. Haggis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;69. Fried plantain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;70. Chitterlings, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andouillette"&gt;andouillette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71. Gazpacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;72. Caviar and blini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;73. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe"&gt;Louche absinthe
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;74. Gjetost, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunost"&gt;brunost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/del&gt;
&lt;p&gt;76. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baijiu"&gt;Baijiu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;77. Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;78. Snail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;79. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lapsang_souchong"&gt;Lapsang souchong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;80. Bellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;81. &lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/food/19990919thai2a.asp"&gt;Tom yum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;82. Eggs Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;p&gt;83. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Pocky"&gt;Pocky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;85. Kobe beef&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;86. Hare&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;87. Goulash&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;88. Flowers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;89. Horse&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;91. Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92. Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;93. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harissa"&gt;Rose harissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;94. Catfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;95. Mole poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;98. Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;100. Snake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-7032419874013918760?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7032419874013918760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=7032419874013918760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7032419874013918760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7032419874013918760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-things-every-omnivore-should-eat-at.html' title='100 Things Every Omnivore Should Eat at Least Once'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5041409467871304654</id><published>2008-09-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:05:05.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google-A-Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stumbled across this meme and thought it was cool…

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To answer each question, plug your answer into Google Image Search, and pick a picture from the first page of images from your search results. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Your age on your next birthday.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246109570498917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM3s2_pddbI/AAAAAAAAAkc/3ltm5Q_Hsz4/s400/book_thirty_four.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117748377047202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30TAni0KI/AAAAAAAAAlc/DcZ_sE4rFRQ/s320/Italian+Riviera.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Italian Riviera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. Your favorite place. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118699962484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM31KZjMRaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Cog_KPNHoM8/s320/sunset_jerusalem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;4. Your favorite object. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117423112765010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30AE6fvlI/AAAAAAAAAks/0Dxdg6IeNoM/s320/bible%2520watercolour.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;p&gt;5. Your favorite food.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118704191172850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM31KpTY8PI/AAAAAAAAAms/RoqcLTEnNlc/s320/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; excellent sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. Your favorite animal. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118710163313666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM31K_jQlAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-axnpqfgXlI/s320/Two%2520turtles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; tiny turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7. Your favorite color. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117755497350242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30TbJKBGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BOdEf4M_Y5Q/s320/KELLY_GREEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; kelly green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. The town where you were born. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118700537638962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM31KbsUcDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AmgyXotVeyk/s320/santa-rosa-california.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Santa Rosa, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. The town where you live. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118248666953506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30wIV89yI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kGfQjUdbkPo/s320/Prescott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Prescott, AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. Name of a past pet. &lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118248535469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30wH2mrXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eh5AVpspRVk/s320/patio+furniture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Patrick "Patio Furniture" Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. Name of a past love.
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118246164904322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30v_BauYI/AAAAAAAAAl8/anMvq8GjPdY/s320/Noah%27s+Ark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Noah Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;12. Best friend’s nickname. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117756229353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30Td3rfrI/AAAAAAAAAls/_uBlbGlXQPo/s320/Kristi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Emmy's Mom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;13. Your screen name.
&lt;/p&gt;
This one is a tie between...
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117419523508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM3z_3iwCMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/mB2aLPIOlgM/s320/Bouvier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246120718477496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM32_5GrEMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ysBP7p4PY7c/s320/selma+bouvier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Bouvier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;14. Your first name.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118704900847346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM31Kr8ltvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/nME_crncCbs/s320/Tasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;p&gt;15. Your middle name.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117747481784594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30S9SGMRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/A258fPa9r00/s320/christine_film.jpg" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;p&gt;16. Your last name.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117425374251714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30ANVrSsI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fYbTutmcBBg/s320/Chinnock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;17. Bad habit of yours. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246117426373010482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30ARDzJDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UIejz5VqvNE/s320/blogger.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;p&gt;18. Your first job. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118240284891058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30vpHg17I/AAAAAAAAAl0/JYp6WURsXxw/s320/little+caesar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Little Caesar's Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;19. Name of grandmother. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246118252105138546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SM30wVJrgXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/JXNg-mgf4qQ/s320/Ruth-Naomi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;20. College/grad major(s.)
&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; = books you have read&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;italicize&lt;/em&gt; = books you’ve started but not finished (abandoned)
&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;strike&lt;/del&gt; = books you read but hated
&lt;li&gt;asterisk* = books you’ve read more than once
&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;underline&lt;/u&gt; = books you own but still haven’t read yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;


&lt;ol&gt;1. The Road, Cormac McCarthy (2006)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;2. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling (2000)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;3. Beloved, Toni Morrison (1987) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;4. The Liars' Club, Mary Karr (1995) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;5. American Pastoral, Philip Roth (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;6. Mystic River, Dennis Lehane (2001) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;7. Maus, Art Spiegelman (1986/1991) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;8. Selected Stories, Alice Munro (1996)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;9. Cold Mountain, Charles Frazier (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;10. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;11. Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer (1997)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;12. Blindness, José Saramago (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;13. Watchmen, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (1986-87) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;14. Black Water, Joyce Carol Oates (1992) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;15. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;16. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood (1986) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;17. Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez (1988) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;18. Rabbit at Rest, John Updike (1990) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;19. On Beauty, Zadie Smith (2005) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding (1998) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;21. On Writing, Stephen King (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;22. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz (2007) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;23. The Ghost Road, Pat Barker (1996) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry (1985)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;26. Neuromancer, William Gibson (1984) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;27. Possession, A.S. Byatt (1990) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;28. Naked, David Sedaris (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;29. Bel Canto, Anne Patchett (2001) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;30. Case Histories, Kate Atkinson (2004) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;31. The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien (1990) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;32. Parting the Waters, Taylor Branch (1988) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;33. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion (2005) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;34. The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold (2002) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;35. The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst (2004) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;36. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt (1996) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;37. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi (2003) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;38. Birds of America, Lorrie Moore (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;39. Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;40. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman (1995-2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;41. The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros (1984) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;42. LaBrava, Elmore Leonard (1983) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;43. Borrowed Time, Paul Monette (1988) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;44. Praying for Sheetrock, Melissa Fay Greene (1991) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;45. Eva Luna, Isabel Allende (1988) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;46. Sandman, Neil Gaiman (1988-1996) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;47. World's Fair, E.L. Doctorow (1985) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;48. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;49. Clockers, Richard Price (1992) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;50. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen (2001) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;51. The Journalist and the Murderer, Janet Malcom (1990) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;52. Waiting to Exhale, Terry McMillan (1992) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;53. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier &amp; Clay, Michael Chabon (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;54. Jimmy Corrigan, Chris Ware (2000)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;55. The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls (2006) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;56. The Night Manager, John le Carré (1993) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;57. The Bonfire of the Vanities, Tom Wolfe (1987) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;58. Drop City, TC Boyle (2003) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;59. Krik? Krak! Edwidge Danticat (1995) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;60. Nickel &amp; Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich (2001)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;61. Money, Martin Amis (1985) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;62. Last Train To Memphis, Peter Guralnick (1994)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;63. Pastoralia, George Saunders (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;64. Underworld, Don DeLillo (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;65. The Giver, Lois Lowry (1993) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;66. A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, David Foster Wallace (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;67. The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (2003) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;68. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel (2006) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;69. Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;70. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (2004) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;71. The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, Ann Fadiman (1997) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;72. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon (2003) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving (1989)*** &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;74. Friday Night Lights, H.G. Bissinger (1990) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;75. Cathedral, Raymond Carver (1983) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;76. A Sight for Sore Eyes, Ruth Rendell (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;77. The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro (1989) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;78. Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert (2006) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;79. The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell (2000) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;80. Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney (1984) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;81. Backlash, Susan Faludi (1991) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;u&gt;82. Atonement, Ian McEwan (2002) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;83. The Stone Diaries, Carol Shields (1994)&lt;/ol&gt; 

&lt;ol&gt;84. Holes, Louis Sachar (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;85. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson (2004) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;86. And the Band Played On, Randy Shilts (1987)&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;87. The Ruins, Scott Smith (2006) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;88. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby (1995) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;89. Close Range, Annie Proulx (1999) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;90. Comfort Me With Apples, Ruth Reichl (2001) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;91. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc (2003) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;92. Presumed Innocent, Scott Turow (1987) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;93. A Thousand Acres, Jane Smiley (1991) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;94. Fast Food Nation, Eric Schlosser (2001)&lt;/ol&gt; 

&lt;ol&gt;95. Kaaterskill Falls, Allegra Goodman (1998) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;96. The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown (2003) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;97. Jesus’ Son, Denis Johnson (1992) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;98. The Predators' Ball, Connie Bruck (1988) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;99. Practical Magic, Alice Hoffman (1995) &lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;100. America (the Book), Jon Stewart/Daily Show (2004)&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243013828918095906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SMLtTHkfsCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cxcBoTnkyaA/s400/mosher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pro:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;Check out the weeping willow in the front yard. There is some other awesome tree shading the front yard, too. &lt;/ul type="disc"&gt; &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;lots of windows, especially on every corner&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;big, grassy, fenced back yard - we're talking privacy fence, too.&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;nice big front deck&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;little stone terrace in the back&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;one car garage will fit our one car nicely&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;slump block with plastered inside walls&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;fireplace in living room plus gas furnace&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;big attic fan and evap cooler&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;hard wood floor in the dining area and nice new tile in the bathrooms&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;will have new carpet&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;refurbished original cabinets and new granite countertops&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;walk-in master closet&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;very good, older neighborhood in Prescott, close to Grammy Kathy and the Lutzes (our best friends and relatives)&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;Close to the reservation, so we know the nighborhood won't get much bigger - unless they decide to build the Mosher Casino next door)&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;A window over the kitchen sink that overlooks the back yard&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;Crawl space underneath and ductwork already in place&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;the price was right at $207,000 and the seller paying the down and closing costs&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;no HOA&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;Con:&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;popcorn ceilings in parts of the house&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;only 1 1/2 baths and a small bathtub&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;no appliances included&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;no air conditioner&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;the boys will have to share a room and there is no room for any MORE kids, should there be any more kids in our future - that means another move is inevitable.&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;an awkward hallway to the bedrooms (Dane actually got lost the first time we toured it)&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;my first impression of the seller, who is doing all the remodeling himself, was not very good. I'm concerned he won't get the work done in time.&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;no office space or homeschooling space.&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;the gorgeous trees block out a lot of natural light that those awesome corner windows should be allowing in.&lt;/ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3935555793175112446?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3935555793175112446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3935555793175112446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3935555793175112446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3935555793175112446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-we-have-home.html' title='I think we have a home!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SMLtTHkfsCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cxcBoTnkyaA/s72-c/mosher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5551184207428372582</id><published>2008-09-06T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:44:08.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From Israel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope you have checked out the little map over there on the right side of my page. I have so much fun seeing all the places that "hit" my blog. I only get about 15 hits a day, but before I had that map, I didn't know if anyone ever looked at my blog. Today is the first time since I added the map that I saw a thumb tack in ISRAEL! Yay! Welcome, whoever it was in Ramat Gan that stopped by! I hope you leave a comment next time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243011648279726034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SMLrUMDyx9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/j84TxFXI2fk/s400/ramat_gan_downtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's downtown Ramat Gan at night. Cool, isn't it? I wish I could be there in Ha Eretz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-5551184207428372582?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5551184207428372582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5551184207428372582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5551184207428372582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5551184207428372582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-from-israel.html' title='A Visit From Israel!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SMLrUMDyx9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/j84TxFXI2fk/s72-c/ramat_gan_downtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3493644512334663620</id><published>2008-08-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:04:55.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Road</title><content type='html'>Here's a band I just heard about. They are former mormon missionaries who gave their lives to Christ while on their missions (2 were companions and the others were brothers and friends). They have a myspace and may be playing in a city near you, so check their Christian music out.

&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2FkYW1zcm9hZGJhbmQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/5028/mybanner47e15ecac603bxr4.jpg" alt="''" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3493644512334663620?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3493644512334663620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3493644512334663620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3493644512334663620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3493644512334663620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/adams-road.html' title='Adam&apos;s Road'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1288757040174553537</id><published>2008-08-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:11:40.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha-Meme</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or Single? Happily married for almost 9 years

&lt;p&gt;B. Best Friend? Krisina Dawn (Bowman) Cherot&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;C. Cake or pie? Pumpkin pie with whipped cream on it (I make it from scratch with free pumpkins they give away after Halloween. Yum!) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;D. Day of choice? My days of the week will begin to have unique significance next Thursday when we start our school year. For now, I really like Tuesdays because it is the one evening we don't have STUFF going on. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;E. Essential item? Stride gum. I chew it constantly. I'm sure I'm giving myself TMJ but I can't help it. The flavor never runs out. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;F. Favorite color? Kelly Green
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&lt;p&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? Bears, and only on frozen yogurt &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;H. Hometown? Prescott, AZ and I'm really hoping that we can find an affordable home in our hometown so we can continue to call it home. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? Body Shop cosmetics. I spend too much on them, but they beat other cosmetics all over the place. Plus, my sister is a rep, so I have to buy from her. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;J. January or July? July, I love sunshine and hate the cold. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;K. Kids? Three gorgeous little offspring
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;L. Life isn’t complete without? Jesus&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;M. Marriage date? October 16th, 1999 &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;N. Number of brothers and sisters? 2 brothers 3 sisters
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;O. Oranges or Apples? navel oranges&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;P. Phobias? having a child kidnapped&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Q. Quotes? "Consciousness of self is the greatest hinderance to the proper execution of physical action" Bruce Lee (Woot! Thank you, Larry, Rich, Kelly and Sam for making me memorize that. It has impressed people for a decade now.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;R. Reasons to smile? God keeps doing miracles all over the place. Am I the only one who's seeing this?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;S. Season of choice? Spring &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;T. Tag 3 people: &lt;a href="http://annieaidenmarc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://4designerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://lilnaidmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; (and anyone else who wants to, comment so I can read your answers.) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? I had a long standing date for the turn of the millenium and I didn't go. And I don't regret it. And I don't care if he was there or not, because I was with my husband and happy. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;V. Vegetable? cucumbers &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;W. Worst habit? Losing my temper with my kids. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound! I love watching that little heart beating!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Y. Your favorite food? sushi is delicious &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? I don't do zodiac. I am under the sign of the CROSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1288757040174553537?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1288757040174553537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1288757040174553537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1288757040174553537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1288757040174553537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/alpha-meme.html' title='Alpha-Meme'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5594669683994797205</id><published>2008-08-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:00:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird snack combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;



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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886108652739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDKLT5nMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/W2JVU3mmJtQ/s400/cheddar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886690250551794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDsB7n8fI/AAAAAAAAAi8/J-9aMIyrrBI/s400/plus-sign.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886692701519250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDsLD-vZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wZyXuKoGbYI/s400/question_mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Okay, I thought I had heard the weirdest snack combo when I found out my ex boyfriend had resorted to eating cheddar dipped in mayonnaise (why bother with bread, right? This is the best part of the sandwich!) STONER!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886113110961538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDKb60rYI/AAAAAAAAAik/VD_FouUyELc/s400/mayo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886686542153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDr0HeRpI/AAAAAAAAAi0/nef3A-UiPRc/s400/exclamation+point.jpg" border="0" /&gt; But I stand corrected.
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886112731186194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDKagRxBI/AAAAAAAAAic/0zESg1c25os/s400/Lollipop_Tootsie_Pop-31574_zo.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238887446565872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLREYDbP42I/AAAAAAAAAjc/s5VO8ZMi4iw/s400/plus-sign.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238887444808502242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLREX84Qi-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/dCOEgA3OZIs/s400/question_mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt; This morning I found baking soda strewn around the box in the cupboard. When I questioned my kids about it, I was told of their recent discovery. If you dip a tootsie pop in baking soda, it makes it taste fizzy! Wow. And they aren't even stoned. I don't think.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238886118146179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDKurUAVI/AAAAAAAAAis/5uOYL3h4vZ4/s400/soda.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238887441377515378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLREXwGP13I/AAAAAAAAAjM/KNvE00ikfSU/s400/exclamation+point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-5594669683994797205?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5594669683994797205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5594669683994797205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5594669683994797205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5594669683994797205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-snack-combo.html' title='A weird snack combo'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLRDKLT5nMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/W2JVU3mmJtQ/s72-c/cheddar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2352850281324011985</id><published>2008-08-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:02:57.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt design</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLQpKLO2nlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z6GmB6zxdaI/s1600-h/obama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238857521329249874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLQpKLO2nlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z6GmB6zxdaI/s400/obama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;LOL. I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://www.tuesdayteez.com/"&gt;http://www.tuesdayteez.com/&lt;/a&gt; and couldn't resist a repost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-2352850281324011985?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2352850281324011985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2352850281324011985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2352850281324011985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2352850281324011985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-shirt-design.html' title='T-shirt design'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLQpKLO2nlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z6GmB6zxdaI/s72-c/obama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1379484174425094128</id><published>2008-08-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:47:03.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLLvsG-sTTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DMfT10ncVQA/s1600-h/wings-of-the-dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238512857652153650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLLvsG-sTTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DMfT10ncVQA/s320/wings-of-the-dove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night we watch "The Wings of the Dove" with high expectations. Let me explain.......

&lt;div&gt;My all-time favorite movie is A Room With a View, starring Helena Bonham Carter, Julian Sands, and Daniel Day Lewis. It is completely romantic, smart, funny, and has a wonderful ending. It is an artistic feel-good movie, which is a rarity. So, when I saw all the viewer reviews on Netflix for "The Wings of the Dove" also starring Helena Bonham Carter, I wanted to see it. Multiple viewers even compared the two films, stating that "TWOTD" was BETTER than "ARWAV". Both were adapted from classic novels - one by Henry James and one by E.M. Forester. I see some similarities to the plot, of course. A young woman who wants to marry for love rather than money - takes a romantic trip to Italy. And that is where the similarities end. I have to say, although "TWOTD" was poignant and beautifully filmed, it is a sad, sad story. I was very bitter that Kate turned out to be such a selfish bitch and that Merton even went along with her childish scheme. In my opinion, it didn't even compare with "A Room With a View". I still might be persuaded to read the novels and decide again, because I know that books sometimes vary greatly from their film adaptations. But for now, I'm sticking with my old favorite.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238512863440063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLLvscioy3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/f36qaqjzDAs/s320/film_roomwithaview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1379484174425094128?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1379484174425094128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1379484174425094128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1379484174425094128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1379484174425094128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SLLvsG-sTTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DMfT10ncVQA/s72-c/wings-of-the-dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1376539716576380100</id><published>2008-08-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:10:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Jazzy Jeff on We7</title><content type='html'>I've had a we7 account since before its inception. I haven't really used it much, though, because they didn't have much good music yet. I'm checking it out again, though, because it seems to have evolved into something better than it was in the beginning. And this album is all I have to show you to prove that.
&lt;div id="we7widget" name="we7widget"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.we7.com/public/albumDetails/The-Very-Best-Of-D-J-Jazzy-Jeff--The-Fresh-Prince?albumId=92945"&gt;The Very Best Of D.J. Jazzy Jeff &amp;amp; The Fresh Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank check and she says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly.She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I' m very grateful. How much did you spend?' To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank check.'There's no charge,' she says.'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;'So I just switched the heads.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237588955867635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK-nZ8n_3VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6rEg4EDDsJk/s320/FUNERAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

Okay, now I can go to bed. Goodnight, Internets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3683869696132779062?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3683869696132779062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3683869696132779062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3683869696132779062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3683869696132779062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/joke-before-i-go-to-bed.html' title='A Joke before I go to bed'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK-nZ8n_3VI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6rEg4EDDsJk/s72-c/FUNERAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2693728622417814965</id><published>2008-08-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:19:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luau on Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK-dzeR1RnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UTkHTit8OEE/s1600-h/hula-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237578399281923698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK-dzeR1RnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UTkHTit8OEE/s320/hula-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;This is the birthday season for my family. Augie turned 4 with a Batman birthday last Saturday. My nephew Alex is turning 11 this Sunday and he has chosen a luau theme. I love luaus. And for this one I have been assigned to hula dance/teach the kids to hula. You see, when I was, oh... seven years old, my sisters and I took hula lessons from a really sweet WHITE woman, who I believe attended BYU in Hawaii and learned to hula while there. We know 4 or 5 dances and have been performing them at silly little luaus ever since. It's fun. Don't ask me why my sister Jarnli doesn't do the hula dancing at her own son's birthday. I guess that would be more embarassing for him. Or her boyfriend would be jealous. Dane is cool about it, although I don't know if he really likes me doing it. Anyway, I practiced today and my almost seven-year-old daughter, Ardara, tried it with me. She is a natural. I'll post pictures after the party. Oh! And since I am also an expert pinata maker, I am making a cluster of pinata coconuts. How cool is that? I am the aunt/sister of the year. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-2693728622417814965?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2693728622417814965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2693728622417814965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2693728622417814965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2693728622417814965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/luau-on-sunday.html' title='Luau on Sunday'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK-dzeR1RnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UTkHTit8OEE/s72-c/hula-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3403361512633740406</id><published>2008-08-22T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:08:15.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 New Things</title><content type='html'>I am just all about freebies lately (because we are totally broke). So, here are 3 things I've gotten for practically nothing that I'm stoked about.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237495853808623554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK9SusbYH8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/rdCfQfy1PUw/s320/moore.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Beth Moore's Living Beyond Yourself Study Guide. Okay, it isn't free, but since my mother in law is teaching the class, she let me bring it home without paying (yet). When I have $15 I will certainly pay for it. But until then, I will be gleaning Biblical wisdom from one of my favorite women on planet Earth. Yay! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237495929846313122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK9SzHsLMKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9ZMCP1EXxqE/s320/wilsonart+sandrift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sample/cutting board of Wilsonart's solid surface line. I think the color is sandrift. My brother in law Dewey works for Wilsonart and handed me one of these dandy items at my son's birthday party last weekend. It looks nice on my counter, and works great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237496014052833810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK9S4BYkuhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dUVDFESi3wE/s320/vera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Finally...this is the biggie. I got one of those $10 off coupons in the mail from Kohl's. So, I had 30 extra minutes last night before my home fellowship. I decided to run in and see what caught my eye. I can't believe what I got! This gorgeous satin number from Vera Wang's Simply Vera line was on the clearance rack marked down to $18. With my coupon that made it only $8!!! I look HOT in it! I couldn't stop thinking about it all through my home fellowship. I kept grinning and no one knew why but me. (: What a sweet deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3403361512633740406?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3403361512633740406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3403361512633740406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3403361512633740406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3403361512633740406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-new-things.html' title='3 New Things'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SK9SusbYH8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/rdCfQfy1PUw/s72-c/moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8315242324406950143</id><published>2008-08-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:51:14.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKyf2rVGXJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OXiB6PNhHcA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKyf2rVGXJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OXiB6PNhHcA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736228418018450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



 &lt;UL&gt; He loved her and she loved him. &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;He had no other appetite &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;She bit him she gnawed him she sucked&lt;/UL&gt; 
&lt;UL&gt;She wanted him complete inside her &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Safe and sure forever and ever &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Their little cries fluttered into the curtains &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her eyes wanted nothing to get away &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows&lt;/UL&gt; 
&lt;UL&gt;He gripped her hard so that life &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Should not drag her from that moment &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;He wanted all future to cease &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;He wanted to topple with his arms round her &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Off that moment's brink and into nothing &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Or everlasting or whatever there was &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her embrace was an immense press &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;To print him into her bones &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Where the real world would never come &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her smiles were spider bites &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;So he would lie still till she felt hungry &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His words were occupying armies &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her laughs were an assassin's attempts &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His looks were bullets daggers of revenge &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His whispers were whips and jackboots &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;And their deep cries crawled over the floors &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Like an animal dragging a great trap &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His promises were the surgeon's gag &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her promises took the top off his skull &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;She would get a brooch made of it &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;His vows pulled out all her sinews &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;He showed her how to make a love-knot &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Her vows put his eyes in formalin &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;At the back of her secret drawer &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Their screams stuck in the wall &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;In their dreams their brains took each other hostage &lt;/UL&gt;
&lt;UL&gt;In the morning they wore each other's face &lt;/UL&gt;

Ted Hughes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-8315242324406950143?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8315242324406950143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=8315242324406950143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8315242324406950143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8315242324406950143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovesong.html' title='Lovesong'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKyf2rVGXJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OXiB6PNhHcA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6567926118300621650</id><published>2008-08-19T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:17:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists Rebuild the Spanish Flu Virus!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKuoy-mkfiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mxfM7c7q718/s1600-h/flu200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464585500032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKuoy-mkfiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mxfM7c7q718/s200/flu200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You can read about this debacle &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4946718"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Personally, all I can think is "Didn't they learn anything from movies like 12 Monkeys and I Am Legend?" It isn't worth it!!! Don't recreate any viruses that killed millions of people just to study them! And don't use the excuse that 'Most people are immune to it now, so it couldn't become another epidemic' Yeah, right! Anyone who has watched any amount of science fiction knows that viruses morph and become more dangerous. With all the horror in the world, we really don't need another plague. Just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6567926118300621650?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6567926118300621650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6567926118300621650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6567926118300621650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6567926118300621650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/scientists-rebuild-spanish-flu-virus.html' title='Scientists Rebuild the Spanish Flu Virus!!!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKuoy-mkfiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mxfM7c7q718/s72-c/flu200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1378541772536995791</id><published>2008-08-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:11:47.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LL Cool J answers random questions</title><content type='html'>Yo, I have always had a special place in my heart for LL Cool J. Ever since my sisters and I learned all the lyrics to "I Need Love" when I was in junior high. I seriously like his acting - he did great in Slow Burn with Ray Liotta. He gave some funny answers here, too.



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&lt;div&gt;I was glad to finally find that we have a few things in common. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Barnes and Noble,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236354540799745522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEtiJfXfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MJY3VRcpUMY/s200/Barnes-%26-Noble---Webster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Michael Jackson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236353978442241378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEMzNA1WI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_6dTsYSeciE/s200/michaeljackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;fear of mice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236353983669059602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtENGrLwBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Rx3squyNU90/s200/cat_and_mouse_248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Breyer's ice cream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236353980874150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEM8Q004I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Gzr6qMqkCaI/s200/Breyers-organic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;disdain for men in heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236353982567280018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtENCkf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VqSIHdaQI-Q/s200/heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;We're like soul mates!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236354542391349746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEtoE9UfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AptlSoUnRUs/s200/ll_cool_j_shh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(without the Bentley)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236353977390002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEMvSI8hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0cW6-ZqGmUE/s200/Bentley_Hunaudieres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1378541772536995791?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1378541772536995791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1378541772536995791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1378541772536995791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1378541772536995791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/ll-cool-j-answers-random-questions.html' title='LL Cool J answers random questions'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKtEtiJfXfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/MJY3VRcpUMY/s72-c/Barnes-%26-Noble---Webster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8125898066171169010</id><published>2008-08-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:36:15.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 1974</title><content type='html'>I took the flickr thing a little bit farther, because I was born on Christmas. So I did a search for "Christmas 1974" and most of it was a lot of fashion feaux pas under the ole tree. But this one was interesting.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234269734781363506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKPcl2g4pTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7Cnql1dt7Ew/s400/Darwin+Australia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234270399734060594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKPdMjp9ljI/AAAAAAAAAfc/sdDCmGDlpgc/s400/ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"On Christmas eve 1974 a severe cyclone hit Darwin Australia's most northern city.The damage was so severe that the government ordered the dispatch of a fleet of Royal Australian Navy ships.As a unit it was was fully self supporting and there was no need to call on the very limited resources of Darwin. "&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The link below gives a detailed analysis of what happened to the Attack Class patrol boat HMAS Arrow.&lt;a href="http://www.defence.gov.au/news/navynews/editions/4801/feature/feature03.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.defence.gov.au/news/navynews/editions/4801/feature/feature03.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thus, into the twisted wreckage, and very bad fashion sense, Tasha Christine Cheney entered the world, depriving her brother and sisters of the Christmas morning they had dreamed of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-8125898066171169010?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8125898066171169010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=8125898066171169010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8125898066171169010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8125898066171169010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/christmas-1974.html' title='Christmas 1974'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKPcl2g4pTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7Cnql1dt7Ew/s72-c/Darwin+Australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-766249473575693946</id><published>2008-08-12T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:23:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China's Switcheroo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKHTmtVDsyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QQmTLuOc9r0/s1600-h/470linmiaoke,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233696903937635106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKHTmtVDsyI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QQmTLuOc9r0/s400/470linmiaoke,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;All I can say is, I think &lt;a href="http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/news/world-news/chinese-girl-not--pretty-enough-for-olympic-ceremony-13937230.html"&gt;Yang Paiyi &lt;/a&gt;is way CUTER than the girl they chose to replace her with. China is sick. One little girl will grow up with a complex about her looks and the other will grow up labeled a fraud. All for the image of a country that we already know isn't perfect! Come on, China! Do you really think we don't see through it all? All your bending over backwards to show off to the world is disgusting. Didn't anyone ever tell you to just be yourself?&lt;/div&gt;

Anyway, if you want to get the REAL impression of what China is all about watch below:

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&lt;div&gt;I remember watching the Olympics as a kid. It was so exciting. The gymnastics were my favorite part. Now I don't have cable, and to top it all off, watching it live means staying up all night. So, I'm missing a lot, and the highlights on NBC's web page just aren't satisfying me at all. I hope some stuff will show up on youtube before too long. This is excruciating.&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/36509428-3430038676868601117?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3430038676868601117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3430038676868601117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3430038676868601117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3430038676868601117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-i-was-in-beijing.html' title='I Wish I Was in Beijing'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SKHANOEHUjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_k9LIi4dLUg/s72-c/artemev_061908_267_20080807_102544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-41244350694557912</id><published>2008-08-04T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:12.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Big Mamou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SJf6ceDxsHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1AEeLkGH-jA/s1600-h/gallo70art8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230924859226304626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SJf6ceDxsHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1AEeLkGH-jA/s400/gallo70art8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cooked this recipe for 45 people on Friday night. It was one of John's specialties. My sister in law cooked Jambalaya, his other specialty. We even got to wear his old aprons. It was an honor. This stuff is yummy, too.&lt;/div&gt;

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If you can't read it, you can findit online &lt;a href="http://recipes.wikia.com/wiki/Chicken_Big_Mamou_On_Pasta"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-41244350694557912?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/41244350694557912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=41244350694557912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/41244350694557912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/41244350694557912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicken-big-mamou.html' title='Chicken Big Mamou'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SJf6ceDxsHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1AEeLkGH-jA/s72-c/gallo70art8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2107885748962943230</id><published>2008-07-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:12.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John MacAllister Beard</title><content type='html'>My step father-in-law went home to be with the Lord last night. He was young - only 59 - and suffered from frontal lobe dementia for the last 4 years. God did amazing things in John through that illness. I look forward to seeing him again some day. TTFN, John!

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227595934675640738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIwmzjueIaI/AAAAAAAAAek/TMFGTvae3uw/s400/John+and+Tasha.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's John and I dancing at my wedding 10/16/99&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/36509428-2107885748962943230?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2107885748962943230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2107885748962943230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2107885748962943230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2107885748962943230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-mccallister-beard.html' title='John MacAllister Beard'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIwmzjueIaI/AAAAAAAAAek/TMFGTvae3uw/s72-c/John+and+Tasha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4802681968090827795</id><published>2008-07-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:15.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still in the quizin' mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;

1.) Four family members: Anika, Jarnli, Elsa and Ammon
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226976263683211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SInzN9Y8f-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/hV_KBYkF6WA/s400/Generations.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
2.) Four places that I go to over and over: the library, the pool, Harvest Bible Chapel, the Peacock Room (where Dane proposed to me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226977286282317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIn0Je3kjfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kLQqoV0xKrI/s400/peacock1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
3.) Four people who e-mail me (regularly): Jarnli, Kathy, Mom and Katrina

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226978731120223346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIn1dlTxZHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NjN-W2mKanQ/s400/070309_MailIcon_hmed_3p_hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
4.) Four of my favorite places to eat: The Tide's Wharf in Bodega Bay, the Korean place we loved in Jerusalem (I can't remember the name, but I could find it again), Taj Mahal in Prescott, and Sakura in Santa Fe
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5.) Four places I would rather be right now: Ireland, Jerusalem, Oregon, Bora Bora&lt;/div&gt;
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6.) Four shows I watch over and over:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;24, &lt;a href="http://rhettandlink.com/live/"&gt;Rhett and Link kast&lt;/a&gt;, classic Sesame Street, I wish I could watch Flight of the Conchords, but I don't have cable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991372812014930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIoA9bR91VI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Sjrdh8twkjY/s400/flight_of_the_conchords.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
7.) Four people who will respond: The four people who will be my new favorite bloggers (that means, you! Do the quiz!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991371561762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIoA9Wn4faI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P3Vm9VvH-7c/s400/455_who_are_you.jpg" border="0" /&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/36509428-4802681968090827795?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4802681968090827795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4802681968090827795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4802681968090827795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4802681968090827795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-still-in-quizin-mood.html' title='I&apos;m still in the quizin&apos; mood'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SInzN9Y8f-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/hV_KBYkF6WA/s72-c/Generations.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8616835411273982038</id><published>2008-07-23T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:43:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm pretty sure its not "fewer"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or fewer&lt;/b&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/36509428-8616835411273982038?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8616835411273982038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=8616835411273982038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8616835411273982038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8616835411273982038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-im-pretty-sure-its-not-fewer.html' title='Well, I&apos;m pretty sure its not &quot;fewer&quot;...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6174258645548929126</id><published>2008-07-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:18.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Tag - Tasha Style</title><content type='html'>I saw Kelly's invitation on &lt;a href="http://4designerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Design Crush&lt;/a&gt; to join in a game of 3 Tag several days ago but didn't find time to sit down and answer the questions. But tonight I'm staying up late and I remembered I hadn't ever done it. So, here it is..

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are the last 3 things you purchased? &lt;/strong&gt;
 &lt;li&gt; the last few items for my home school curriculum from amazon.com
&lt;li&gt;a 4 foot diameter horse trough for our HUGE sulcata tortoise (we don't have a proper yard to put her in yet, and she is growing soooo fast now)
&lt;li&gt;Kaiser Rolls &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226095293591409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIbR-wDbUxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X519b6sQ_fM/s320/earlya.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are the last 3 &lt;del&gt;songs&lt;/del&gt; albums you downloaded?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; KT Tunstall - Eye to the Telescope
&lt;li&gt; Paolo Nutini - These Streets
&lt;li&gt; Mute Math - Mute Math &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Where were the last 3 places you visited? &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; Phoenix, AZ
&lt;li&gt; Flagstaff, AZ
&lt;li&gt; Ft. Lauderdale, FL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are your 3 [new] favorite movies?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;P.S. I Love You
&lt;li&gt;La Vie En Rose
&lt;li&gt; The Princess and the Warrior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are your 3 favorite possessions?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; A nice journal to write poetry in
&lt;li&gt;A really confortable bra that makes my breasts look perkier than they really are
&lt;li&gt;Teva flip-flops - I wear completely through a pair every summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What 3 things can you not live without?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a book to read
&lt;li&gt; ice tea, unsweetened
&lt;li&gt; Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226100186239910962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIbWbiluxDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SO6jwIhAjoo/s320/ice+tea.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What would be your 3 wishes?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to have more time with my girlfriends
&lt;li&gt;to keep my kids from making the same mistakes I made
&lt;li&gt;to keep falling deeper and deeper in love with my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are 3 things you have not done yet?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have my poetry published
&lt;li&gt; grow a garden
&lt;li&gt;go surfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226100182613744386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIbWbVFL2wI/AAAAAAAAAb8/z6LWGHTlpAU/s320/GirlSurfer_2209813.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are your 3 favorite dishes?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; my mom's macaroni salad
&lt;li&gt; pot roast
&lt;li&gt;seared ahi tuna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What 3 celebrities would you want to hang out with the most?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow
&lt;li&gt;Luke Wilson
&lt;li&gt; Johnny Depp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226100182700166450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIbWbVZyjTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yPgve7h7k9I/s320/gwyneth.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Name 3 things that freak you out.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;mice and/or rats
&lt;li&gt;horror movies
&lt;li&gt; kids tricks - like turning their eyelids inside out, bending their thumb the wrong way, wiggling their ears, making their eyeballs quiver. I just don't know how they ever figured out they COULD do it, let alone, WHY they want to do it in the first place?????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you could describe yourself in 3 words, what would they be?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; articulate
&lt;li&gt; mood-swings
&lt;li&gt; romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Name 3 unusual things you are good at.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; research - Dane likes to throw out little "I wonder" statements at me and then make that my homework and I usually blow him away by how quickly I find the answers
&lt;li&gt; winging it - again, Dane constantly gives me a hard time because he says I am just guessing. But my guess is better than his informed knowledge most of the time
&lt;li&gt; Reading children's stories - I like to do all the voices and even find the right "narrator" voice for each story. I imagine my kids growing up and saying "No one could read a story like MY mom."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What are 3 things you are currently coveting?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt; The giraffe print purse from Dooney &amp;amp; Burke
&lt;li&gt; A home of my very very own
&lt;li&gt;A plane ticket to Alabama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What 3 bloggers would you like tag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
No one I know blogs really. But I love reading people's blogs, so if anyone takes the 3 Tag challenge, comment and let me know and I will definitely read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6174258645548929126?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6174258645548929126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6174258645548929126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6174258645548929126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6174258645548929126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-tag-tasha-style.html' title='3 Tag - Tasha Style'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIbR-wDbUxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/X519b6sQ_fM/s72-c/earlya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-455989071696625780</id><published>2008-07-22T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:18.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Coincidence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZ9wA7kgvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-_J4G4T4CO0/s1600-h/willian_faulkner_go_down_moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226002681447088882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZ9wA7kgvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-_J4G4T4CO0/s320/willian_faulkner_go_down_moses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZ9wHXdh2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R4HWpG09WIs/s1600-h/Avas+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226002683174684514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZ9wHXdh2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R4HWpG09WIs/s320/Avas+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I have been reading "Go Down, Moses" by William Faulkner (slowly because it isn't the only thing I'm reading, and it can be read as separate short stories). My girlfriend Kristi was out visiting recently and was talking about Rick Bragg's memoirs, which I guess is "All Over But The Shoutin", but I wasn't sure which of his books were his memoirs until I bought "Ava's Man" recently at the library. It's the story of his grandpa, Charlie Bundrum, and it is a wonderful book. I'm totally enthralled by it. But I think it is really interesting that I would be reading these two books at the same time when their setting and many of their themes are so similar. Granted, "Ava's Man" hardly deals with slaves at all, but they both deal with life in the deep south, before and after the depression, being dirt poor, hunting, fishing, making moonshine, evading the law, honor among rough men, etc. Bragg's is a little easier to read, but obviously Faulkner's is a work of art as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-455989071696625780?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/455989071696625780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=455989071696625780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/455989071696625780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/455989071696625780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-coincidence.html' title='What a Coincidence!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZ9wA7kgvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-_J4G4T4CO0/s72-c/willian_faulkner_go_down_moses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-5391529059392926681</id><published>2008-07-22T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:18.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>And I think if they ever make a movie of Frank McCourt's book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tis-Memoir-Frank-McCourt/dp/0684865742"&gt;'Tis&lt;/a&gt;, this song needs to be in the soundtrack. Even though Paolo is from Scotland and Frank is from Ireland, the feeling is right.

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  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVU-FRB3_gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KVU-FRB3_gY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe Paolo should even play young Frankie.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225983193645031634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZsBrNfoNI/AAAAAAAAAak/3aRmm0y_6MY/s400/paolo_nutini_lyrics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...naw his accent would have to be totally right, and I think his strong Scottish accent is too hard to hide. But I do hope they make the film, and I do hope These Streets is part of the soundtrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-5391529059392926681?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5391529059392926681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5391529059392926681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5391529059392926681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5391529059392926681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SIZsBrNfoNI/AAAAAAAAAak/3aRmm0y_6MY/s72-c/paolo_nutini_lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6411308608463649061</id><published>2008-07-16T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:19.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Things</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things I have invested in recently that I am very happy about.

This picture doesn't do my new knot dress from Wally World the justice it deserves. It is a beautiful, colorful, lively thing. I fell in love with it the moment I saw the fitting room attendant throwing it back on a hanger. "Where can I find this in a large?!" I cried. She pointed me to DRESSES and I was united with my new summer dress. I look good in it too. Not pregnant, as my husband likes to accuse me of.

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I was innocently reading a fashion magazine (I can't even remember now if it was Allure or Lucky - one of the two for sure) and I was again reminded of my bikini line. I know for some people it is a non-issue, but I HATE the bikini line dilemma. I can't shave, it is all ingrown hairs and fear of cutting. But since having my eyebrows waxed two years ago, I refuse to even consider waxing. I tried Nair last year and after a burning rash ensued, I relegated that product to the list of things you should never ever put on your skin (along with estra strength Bullfrog sunscreen). I had resigned myself to yet another swimsuit/skirt combo for the summer. But, alas, I have lost 20 pounds and would like to be able to bare my skin again before I get too old. This article in the aforementioned fashion magazine had all the answers. From a $1000 little laser zapper, to a $2 can of shaving powder - more my range. I guess it was invented for black men to rid themselves of beards without getting bumps, but some Hollywood spa guru assured all readers that THIS was the product for the bikini line. So, I got some and tried it. It smelled like an old fashioned perm. Stinky. Next time I will get the fragranced one. But it was very gentle on my skin and it did remove the hair and leave my bikini line smooth as silk. Time to go swim suit shopping!


&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SH7DfDYPQYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bfduvwaLcSE/s1600-h/magic-shave-blue-reg-razorless-shaving-powder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827556046684546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SH7DfDYPQYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bfduvwaLcSE/s400/magic-shave-blue-reg-razorless-shaving-powder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay I didn't actually buy this book, but I put it on hold at the library. It just caught my eye. I guess because 2 years after her own death Jonbenet's mom has finally been exonerated of the murder of her daughter. What a perfect time for Oates to come out with a novel about a very similar sounding murder mystery. &lt;a href="http://jco.usfca.edu/"&gt;Read the synopsis.&lt;/a&gt;
Anyhoo, I have been wanting to try out Joyce Carol Oates for a long time. I read so many books that I just have to keep a stack at the ready. I am also looking into a memoir by Rick Bragg and will be starting "Under the Banner of Heaven" by Jon Krakauer for my book club this month. But I have abundant time for all three, so there. (Oh, yeah, and how long have I been picking up and putting down "A Son of the Circus" by John Irving?)

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827559519717202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SH7DfQURh1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/2kiRdXL777I/s400/sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, anyway, those are my new things. Life is good.
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Of course, there are some old favorites, too.

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&lt;div&gt;Ammon and Heather came all the way from Oregon for Ammon's 10 year reunion. It was the first time I met my little neice, Emmalyn Cheney. She certainly did not disappoint. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221855593815088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SHfB_vm8HcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ddIVG2YkZdo/s400/Emmy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We really had lots of fun together. It was nice to get to just hang out and talk and act silly. Jarnli, Elsa and I got to sing "97 Men in this Here Town" by Buffy Sainte Marie together. Our kids were a pack of screaming maniacs (or brainiacs, as Jake might say) and Ardara was like a little nanny for Emmy. Of course, true to the proud tradition of Cheney Family Functions (with special observance of any holiday) we had a melt-down, screaming fight in the middle of all the fun. Ah, the memories of all those fights! And to think, we always managed to blame them on Marty and/or Mom in the past! Well, now we know that we don't need &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; to make it an official Cheney gathering. We conjured up our own hurts and offenses all on our own. But, we also managed to dispel them and carry on in rather quick order. Notice that all the Cheneys are smiling the biggest. (Dewey, Dane and Heather may have been a little shaken, but they carried it off well, too. Okay...Dane didn't pull off the photo op as well as the rest, but still.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221854358105650914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SHfA30O2duI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gToZbNYpnSM/s400/Family%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;p&gt;And obviously, none of us Cheney sisters took it too personally.  Notice how we all coincidentally wore black? We are just all that cool simultaneously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221855598645136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SHfCABmgyrI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VlLZGnjQ--g/s400/Cheney_Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We felt like Heather fit right in as one of us (if a little less overbearing)

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&lt;p&gt;It was a lot of fun, and I hope we will do it again soon. Maybe Anika and Paul and their clan can get in on the fun next time. We missed our darling Dink! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And now, life carries on.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-7454665376249268823?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7454665376249268823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=7454665376249268823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7454665376249268823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7454665376249268823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-brothers-4th-of-july-visit.html' title='My Brother&apos;s 4th of July Visit'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SHfB_vm8HcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ddIVG2YkZdo/s72-c/Emmy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4989980351121241827</id><published>2008-06-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:20.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassette From My Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPgqE0ZC5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/oMjMWXmOaNo/s1600-h/6a00d8341c10c553ef00e54f6240b68833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259806877780882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPgqE0ZC5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/oMjMWXmOaNo/s400/6a00d8341c10c553ef00e54f6240b68833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There's a cool blog called &lt;a href="http://www.cassettefrommyex.com/"&gt;Cassette from my Ex &lt;/a&gt;that I just discovered via &lt;a href="http://4designerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Design Crush &lt;/a&gt;(which blog I am addicted to). Anyway, you can tell them about a good mix tape that an ex made for you, so I did. You can read about mine here &lt;a href="http://www.cassettefrommyex.com/?page_id=29#comment-245"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; I'm #20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-4989980351121241827?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4989980351121241827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4989980351121241827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4989980351121241827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4989980351121241827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/06/cassette-from-my-ex.html' title='Cassette From My Ex'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPgqE0ZC5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/oMjMWXmOaNo/s72-c/6a00d8341c10c553ef00e54f6240b68833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-7990030777873380021</id><published>2008-06-26T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:21.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristina Dawn Bowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPJqyE7bRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TmYVdTyWO6M/s1600-h/the+good+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234530259299602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPJqyE7bRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TmYVdTyWO6M/s400/the+good+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I hung out with my best friend in the whole entire world last night and I am feeling very sad this morning because she is going home and I don't know when I will see her again. I really want to take a trip to Alabama and visit her in her new "element" and check out her new friend, Nicole, whose praises she has been singing ever since they met.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Anyway, our evening together was magical. We drank Hefeweizen at Coyote Joe's and talked about many things - her latest adventure (a George Michael concert), Cosmic Moments, the good old days, our evil nemesis, marriage and children, keeping our identities as individuals in spite of our pervasive roles as wife and mother, poetry, list-making, Made in the South Ass Toys, and so much more. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;PLUS Kristi sang along with her George Michael CD in my car. This is the first time in years and years that I have had the privilege of listening to Kristi Bowman sing along in my car - one of the things that made me first fall in love with her back in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216241007197759762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPPjyjZKRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/t_2FylqK_uY/s400/george_michael_listen_without_prejudice_avant.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Kristi brought with her a card she made me and inside was a wonderful list. I will share it with all because it is so lovely:&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216240310655370386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPO7PuvxJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cXhlkkmZqFc/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216240315686086994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPO7ieKaVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/rQxephvxP4g/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Isn't she flippin' amazing? Yeah, I love her. I miss her already and she hasn't even left town yet. But she has so many friends and so little time and I live all the way out in BFE far from "the scene". In fact, I discovered that she and her friend Aly refer to myself and a few of the other Mommy-type friends who don't party anymore as "The Squares", so you see why I have little hope of seeing her again on this trip. I don't mind being a Square at all though, because I know she loves me so much. Her eyes brimmed with tears more than once last night thinking of how deep our friendship goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Love You Very Much, Kristi!!!!&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/36509428-7990030777873380021?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7990030777873380021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=7990030777873380021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7990030777873380021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/7990030777873380021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/06/kristina-dawn-bowman.html' title='Kristina Dawn Bowman'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPJqyE7bRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TmYVdTyWO6M/s72-c/the+good+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2545399384234462543</id><published>2008-06-20T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:22.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme About Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;In 1998 I was still living in Santa Fe, NM – "self-destructive" and "self-degrading" are two words that describe my lifestyle. Having been dumped by one boyfriend, I was wasting time with another boyfriend who I hated, wishing for an escape, actively trying to obliterate the pain in my soul with drugs and alcohol and meaningless sex. In the final month of 1998 I called my parents in desperation and was brought back to Prescott by my loving little brother. It was the beginning of my quest for God. Little did I know that he had already been pursuing me my whole life and when I turned to look for him he would be RIGHT THERE with his arms open wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216251171067297874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPYzZ6ugFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KAviYj0Iixo/s320/santa+fe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Chauffer my husband around &lt;li&gt;Do a craft project with my kids &lt;li&gt;Laundry &lt;li&gt;Finish lesson 2 of the Introduction to Theology Course I’m enrolled in &lt;li&gt;Make delicious goat cheese-stuffed chicken breasts for dinner
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246081655398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPULKYX3qI/AAAAAAAAAYc/gQN2xhxuPcs/s400/fc69ma062-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Oatmeal raisin Slimfast bars &lt;li&gt;Lay’s Kettle Chips &lt;li&gt;Pretzels and dried fruit (together- this combo reminds me of my first pregnancy. My doula always had pretzels and dried fruit for me when I visited – and mint water) &lt;li&gt;Metro Mint bottled water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214129690791703810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SFxPVAB09QI/AAAAAAAAAXk/TJd57AvGRYI/s200/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fully support a missionary and/or help out a family in need (like we have been helped lately) &lt;li&gt;Return as a missionary family to Israel &lt;li&gt;Travel the world &lt;li&gt;Build a house designed by my Mr. Visionary husband &lt;li&gt;Get my brother and his wife down here for his 10 year reunion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216247449144757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPVawrPi8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/N8gbRclfL7A/s200/Pretty+Scenery+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Santa Rosa, CA &lt;li&gt;Houston, MO &lt;li&gt;Gainesville, MO &lt;li&gt;Prescott, AZ &lt;li&gt;Santa Fe, NM &lt;li&gt;Jerusalem, Israel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216245034011288738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPTOLmjZKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eY4osQ8NZ2s/s400/JerusalemGenial2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Jobs I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Little Caesars’ Pizza &lt;li&gt;El Charro Café &lt;li&gt;Greens N Things &lt;li&gt;Carmen’s Pizza &lt;li&gt;Coyote Café &lt;li&gt;Fortune Cookie &lt;li&gt;Kinko’s &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216250982752000114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPYocY3GHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/irQ47r8jss0/s200/kinkos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Bloggers I am tagging who you will enjoy getting to know better:&lt;/strong&gt;
I don’t have any online relationships with bloggers, really. I would tag some of the ones I like to read, but they don’t read mine, so what’s the use? If anyone does read mine, please consider yourself tagged, and while you’re at it, leave me a comment so I know someone is reading me. (: LOL &lt;/ol&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/36509428-2545399384234462543?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2545399384234462543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2545399384234462543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2545399384234462543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2545399384234462543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/06/meme-about-moi.html' title='A Meme About Moi'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SGPYzZ6ugFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KAviYj0Iixo/s72-c/santa+fe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2706844342498163708</id><published>2008-05-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:37:15.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIbrary Thing's Top 106 unread  books</title><content type='html'>Here is a recent list of the top unread books in people's library. It is all the rage, evidently, to take this list and personalize it as follows:

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; = books you have read&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;italicize&lt;/em&gt; = books you’ve started but not finished (abandoned)
&lt;li&gt;&lt;del&gt;strike&lt;/del&gt; = books you read but hated
&lt;li&gt;asterisk* = books you’ve read more than once
&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;underline&lt;/u&gt; = books you own but still haven’t read yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;1. Jonathan Strange &amp;amp; Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;2. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;3. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Catch-22 by Joseph Heller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;7. The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Odyssey by Homer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;10. The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;11. Ulysses by James Joyce&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;12. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;13. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;16. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;17. &lt;del&gt;Moby-Dick: or, The Whale by Herman Melville&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;18. Emma by Jane Austen&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;The Iliad by Homer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;20. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;21. Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;22. The Blind Assassin: A Novel by Margaret Atwood&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;24. The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;26. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;28. Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;29. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;30. Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies by Jared Diamond&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;31. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;32. Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dracula by Bram Stoker**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;35. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;36. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;37. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;38. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;39. Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;40. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;41. &lt;em&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas père&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;42. The Sound and The Fury by William Faulkner&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;43. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;44. Brave New World (P.S.) by Aldous Huxley&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;45. Quicksilver (The Baroque Cycle, Vol. 1) by Neal Stephenson&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;46. American Gods: A Novel by Neil Gaiman&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;47. Middlesex: A Novel by Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;48. The Poisonwood Bible: A Novel by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;49. Wicked: Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;51. Dune, (Dune Chronicles, Book 1) by Frank Herbert&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;53. The Satanic Verses: A Novel by Salman Rushdie&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;54. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;55. Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;56. The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas pÃ¨re&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;57. &lt;em&gt;Inferno by Dante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;58. The Corrections: A Novel by Jonathan Franzen&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;59. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier &amp;amp; Clay by Michael Chabon&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;60. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;62. Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;63. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;64. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;65. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;66. Persuasion by Jane Austen&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: by Ken Kesey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;69. Once and Future King by T. H. White&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;70. Anansi Boys: A Novel by Neil Gaiman&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;71. Atonement by Ian Mcewan&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;72. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;73. A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;74. Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dubliners by James Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;76. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;77. &lt;u&gt;Angela's Ashes: A Memoir by Frank McCourt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;78. &lt;del&gt;Beloved by Toni Morrison&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;79. Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed by Jared Diamond&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;80. The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;81. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;82. Lady Chatterley's Lover (EasyRead Comfort Edition) by D. H. Lawrence&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;83. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Les Misérables by Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;85. The Amber Spyglass (His Dark Materials, Book 3) by PHILIP PULLMAN&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;86. The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;87. Watership Down: A Novel by Richard Adams&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;88. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;89. The Aeneid: by Virgil&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;90. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;91. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values by Robert M. Pirsig&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;93. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;94. Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;95. Possession: A Romance by A.S. Byatt&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;96. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;97. The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling by Henry Fielding&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;98. The Road by Cormac McCarthy&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;99. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;100. The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;101. Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;102. Never let me go by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;103. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Plague by Albert Camus **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;104. Candide, or, Optimism by Voltaire&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;105. Jude the obscure by Thomas Hardy&lt;/ol&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;106. The English patient by Michael Ondaatje&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-2706844342498163708?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2706844342498163708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2706844342498163708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2706844342498163708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2706844342498163708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/library-things-top-106-unread-books.html' title='LIbrary Thing&apos;s Top 106 unread  books'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-145968060529095411</id><published>2008-05-15T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:08:22.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when things just work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcr6ZIVi-Vg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcr6ZIVi-Vg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-145968060529095411?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/145968060529095411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=145968060529095411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/145968060529095411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/145968060529095411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-it-when-things-just-work.html' title='I love it when things just work...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-226742775087737679</id><published>2008-05-03T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:50:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Distinctly Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first time I saw Michael Jackson moonwalk. My Dad was in the kitchen making popcorn and my mother just about had a coronary trying to get him to get back in the living room and see it. We all thought it was supernatural. Even now, I have never seen anyone moonwalk like Michael.



&lt;a href="http://www.designmyprofile.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Get more animated gifs at designmyprofile.com!" src="http://www.designmyprofile.com/images/graphics/other/animated/animated83.gif" /&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/36509428-226742775087737679?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/226742775087737679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=226742775087737679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/226742775087737679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/226742775087737679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-distinctly-remember.html' title='I Distinctly Remember'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3958135479315992086</id><published>2008-04-26T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:22.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I noticed this news blurb today and had to laugh:

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/NewsTrack/Top_News/2008/04/16/two_girl_scouts_working_to_save_orangutans/6477/"&gt;Girls Scouts Refuse to Sell Thin Mints to Save Orangutans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong, I too care about orangutans getting burned alive and clubbed to death. That is sad and wrong. But when I think of all the consuming that we do as Americans, and all the injustice that we support without ever even knowing about it, I have to wonder is it really going to do any good to take a stand against Thin Mints? That palm oil isn't the only reason the forrest are being clear cut. Think of the list of things you would have to cut out of your life in order to not cause another life form on this planet any inhumane treatment. I'm sure there are a few people who would be willing to follow that list, no matter how long it is. But who will make the list? Their research just happened to coincide with their cookie sales, but will they now research EVERY food and product that is being made with that palm oil and boycott all of it? And are they also going to boycott every grocery or department store item that endangers baby seals, dolphins, panda bears, and all the other endangered animals in the world? How about the immigration fence that is now endangering the Sonoran Pronghorn? I'm sad about their plight (You may have noticed I blogged about it not long ago). But I realize that my blog about it, or even a protesting letter to congress, will make very little difference in the world. Do we each pick one tiny cause and fight for it? With all the horror in the world, is the orangutan the thing we want to choose? At the cost of the best cookie Girls Scouts of America ever invented? I'll leave you to think about it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193714427997912082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SBPHwTmi_BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9dEta_GiwAk/s400/weight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3958135479315992086?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3958135479315992086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3958135479315992086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3958135479315992086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3958135479315992086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/priorities-people.html' title='Priorities People!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SBPHwTmi_BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9dEta_GiwAk/s72-c/weight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1189128123945751256</id><published>2008-04-23T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:56:42.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did They Know My Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEUVSbD9NF8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEUVSbD9NF8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1189128123945751256?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1189128123945751256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1189128123945751256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1189128123945751256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1189128123945751256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-did-they-know-my-story_23.html' title='How Did They Know My Story?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6265174323101496038</id><published>2008-04-21T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:14:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Goth?</title><content type='html'>Here is the video response I made for Rhett and Link's community building exercize. These are all real people (some of whom I actually know)

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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741611970990290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlENI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hTlBf6s6c-o/s400/beni.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741607676022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfDMlELI/AAAAAAAAASk/v_lmW05cR8I/s400/0215_benicio_pic.gif" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlEMI/AAAAAAAAASs/tnVXA85AhEs/s1600-h/bdeltoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741611970990274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlEMI/AAAAAAAAASs/tnVXA85AhEs/s400/bdeltoro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlEOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3EZpBbeIIxE/s1600-h/benicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191741611970990306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlEOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3EZpBbeIIxE/s400/benicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfjMlEPI/AAAAAAAAATE/9cnsAZ1-6cs/s1600-h/depp+del+toro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean look at that smile. Yeah, I thought so.
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&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/36509428-5366386168473328062?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5366386168473328062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=5366386168473328062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5366386168473328062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/5366386168473328062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/benicio-del-toro.html' title='Benicio del Toro'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAzFfTMlENI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hTlBf6s6c-o/s72-c/beni.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-698830885084596163</id><published>2008-04-19T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:23.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another try at my haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SApjATMlEJI/AAAAAAAAASU/gHahAtvTj6k/s1600-h/haircut+DM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191070377302102162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SApjATMlEJI/AAAAAAAAASU/gHahAtvTj6k/s400/haircut+DM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is a similar haircut I tried on in a virtual makeover at &lt;a href="http://dailymakeover.com/"&gt;DailyMakeover.com&lt;/a&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/36509428-698830885084596163?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/698830885084596163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=698830885084596163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/698830885084596163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/698830885084596163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-try-ata-my-haircut.html' title='Another try at my haircut'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SApjATMlEJI/AAAAAAAAASU/gHahAtvTj6k/s72-c/haircut+DM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4657300347562556055</id><published>2008-04-16T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:24.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My next haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always have a hard time finding a short haircut for my wavy hair that doesn't look messy and also isn't hard to fix. I think I have found it. Now, I just need to get a moment to go to the salon, the money to pay for it, and the approval of my husband. Actually, he already said he likes it and thinks it will look good. He just has to give me the okay to spend money on my hair - not a priority in a recession. Maybe I should just have him cut it?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAYamWRgA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/QN69H1af-ng/s1600-h/haircut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189864866707407842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAYamWRgA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/QN69H1af-ng/s400/haircut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, That's me with the haircut...LOL! Sort of!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189872550403900402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAYhlmRgA_I/AAAAAAAAASM/VXCWEAJ0PLM/s400/me+in+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-4657300347562556055?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4657300347562556055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4657300347562556055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4657300347562556055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4657300347562556055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-next-haircut.html' title='My next haircut'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/SAYamWRgA-I/AAAAAAAAASE/QN69H1af-ng/s72-c/haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8850780861477538707</id><published>2008-04-10T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:40:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An OLD Quiz I created about Israel</title><content type='html'>Make sure you take my quiz and paste your results in your blog.

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&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13px; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How Do You Relate to Israel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TI/TIS/tishtashgreennyellatrash/1139096728_sraeliflag.jpg" /&gt;
You could be a sabra! (That means a native Israeli - but you probably know that). Kudos to you for not being duped by the world opinion, but doing your research and finding out the TRUTH! Now go tell some people about the injustice that is taking place in the land of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob!
Take this &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,51)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/tishtashgreennyellatrash/quizzes/How+Do+You+Relate+to+Israel%3F" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!



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&lt;img style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,51)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com" target="quizilla"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,51)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register" target="quizilla"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;

 &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,51)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php" target="quizilla"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/tishtashgreennyellatrash/quizzes/" target="quizilla"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,51)" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2662124" target="quizilla"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZfU1ZvtoiU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZfU1ZvtoiU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1818692493544776255?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1818692493544776255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1818692493544776255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1818692493544776255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1818692493544776255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/huyler-is-comedian-and-im-film-maker.html' title='Huyler is a Comedian and I&apos;m a Film Maker!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3065201337194842978</id><published>2008-04-06T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:57:50.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlton Heston 1924-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5kYY3OcZid8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5kYY3OcZid8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3065201337194842978?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3065201337194842978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3065201337194842978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3065201337194842978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3065201337194842978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlton-heston-1924-2008.html' title='Charlton Heston 1924-2008'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-9178131434340029565</id><published>2008-04-05T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB Reunion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_eo0PRSFjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/udl7MO74uCo/s1600-h/nkotb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185799111346099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_eo0PRSFjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/udl7MO74uCo/s320/nkotb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Kids on the Block are reunited? I can't help it. It just makes me giddy to think of little Joey all grownsed up.
&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/36509428-9178131434340029565?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9178131434340029565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=9178131434340029565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9178131434340029565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9178131434340029565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/nkotb-reunion.html' title='NKOTB Reunion!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_eo0PRSFjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/udl7MO74uCo/s72-c/nkotb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-8481631787904707661</id><published>2008-04-04T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:25.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhett witnessed live puppy birth, and more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185415643781010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_ZMDfRSFiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xry2HDbWY-s/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got to see the RhettandLinkast Live. It was an interesting show. The main topics were:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;Puppy placenta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185413556426905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_ZKJ_RSFgI/AAAAAAAAARk/jV8ayl8MF6g/s400/shouter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and annoying cell phone shouters
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, it was interesting. I don't know what else to say. &lt;/p&gt;You'll have to check it out next time. &lt;a href="http://rhettandlink.com/live"&gt;RhettandLink.com/live&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-8481631787904707661?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8481631787904707661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=8481631787904707661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8481631787904707661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/8481631787904707661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/rehttandlinkast-live.html' title='Rhett witnessed live puppy birth, and more....'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_ZMDfRSFiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xry2HDbWY-s/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3530488050466922359</id><published>2008-04-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:25.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Cusack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUnvRSFeI/AAAAAAAAARU/d5DhPkfq6IU/s1600-h/martian_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185143587667580386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUnvRSFeI/AAAAAAAAARU/d5DhPkfq6IU/s400/martian_child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Martian Child last night. I wonder if at some point John Cusack will cease to be as amazingly attractive to me as he was in the old days. Or if, since I am aging at the same rate he is, he will always be exactly the kind of sexy man I am drawn to, nomatter how old he gets (we get). I will always see him like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185143222595360194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUSfRSFcI/AAAAAAAAARE/NutBO2DNY2A/s400/john_cusack_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185143226890327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUSvRSFdI/AAAAAAAAARM/56Hyn7pjWSY/s400/cusack_john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185143218300392882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUSPRSFbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r6w1nK0wLd8/s400/242916~John-Cusack-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&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/36509428-3530488050466922359?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3530488050466922359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3530488050466922359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3530488050466922359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3530488050466922359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/john-cusack.html' title='John Cusack'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_VUnvRSFeI/AAAAAAAAARU/d5DhPkfq6IU/s72-c/martian_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2327192378435688755</id><published>2008-04-03T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:26.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watson Woods</title><content type='html'>Pictures of our recent day in Watson Woods Riparian Habitat. It is our new favorite place. It is only getting prettier by the day....

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKDvRSFWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dR71U9CFq8w/s1600-h/watson+woods+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061605331834210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKDvRSFWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dR71U9CFq8w/s400/watson+woods+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKD_RSFXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EzdtMNOfuag/s1600-h/watson+woods+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061609626801522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKD_RSFXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/EzdtMNOfuag/s400/watson+woods+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEPRSFYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WQ99TfE0qX4/s1600-h/watson+woods+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061613921768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEPRSFYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WQ99TfE0qX4/s400/watson+woods+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEPRSFZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1rCdnkWGRps/s1600-h/watson+woods+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061613921768850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEPRSFZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1rCdnkWGRps/s400/watson+woods+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEfRSFaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QLXn3Hu_lz8/s1600-h/watson+woods+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185061618216736162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKEfRSFaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QLXn3Hu_lz8/s400/watson+woods+6.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/36509428-2327192378435688755?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2327192378435688755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=2327192378435688755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2327192378435688755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/2327192378435688755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/watson-woods.html' title='Watson Woods'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_UKDvRSFWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dR71U9CFq8w/s72-c/watson+woods+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-4762628131805858583</id><published>2008-04-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:37:20.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;
&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" height="270"
data="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=129364"&gt;
&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"&gt;
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value="http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=129364"&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.net&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.net/standalone/129364 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.net/download/129364&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&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/36509428-4762628131805858583?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4762628131805858583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=4762628131805858583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4762628131805858583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/4762628131805858583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-9108588668164537708</id><published>2008-03-31T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:26.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_EJXfRSFUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rEaU17_fe8k/s1600-h/th_singingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183934945215780162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_EJXfRSFUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rEaU17_fe8k/s400/th_singingbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Well, I missed Rhett and Link live on Thursday. It was on at 6 and I was out to dinner with inlaws. So Ardara and I watched it together on Friday afternoon and I was persuaded to join &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;twitter.com &lt;/a&gt;Of course, I don't have many followers yet. No one on my email account had twitter. So, anyone who wants to follow my twitter, my profile name is tashabouvier and you are welcome to follow me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-9108588668164537708?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9108588668164537708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=9108588668164537708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9108588668164537708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/9108588668164537708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_EJXfRSFUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rEaU17_fe8k/s72-c/th_singingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-1977132235730370316</id><published>2008-03-25T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:27.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam and the Deer and the Antelope Play"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-kyqvRSFTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XtIy9573m2o/s1600-h/pronghorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181728556091315506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-kyqvRSFTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XtIy9573m2o/s400/pronghorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I am really sad lately about the pronghorn antelope that live near our house. We live way out of town and we see them all the time in the big fields we drive through on our way back in to town. But they just started building a new highway that cuts right through the fields where the antelope roam. And since the very first day that they broke ground the antelope have been acting so strange. I have never seen them running or acting skiddish in any way until I drove past them that day. They were running kind of confusedly back and forth like they didn't know where to go. In case you don't know, pronghorn antelope can't jump fences like deer, and they can't be transported because they have heart attacks from the shock. So, their dwelling place is slowly shrinking and they have no escape. I saw one dead on the highway recently. I cried. I'm not a conservationist, but I sure do wish something could be done for these beauties. I will be sad when they are all gone.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Here is a clipping from a 2002 article about the problem. I'm trying to find out more about the current status of the Sonoran pronghorn in Arizona and if anyone has noticed what this highway in particular is doing to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The reason we’re hitting animals is obvious: Our roads are built in their territory, overlaid on the landscape without regard for existing ecological patterns," says Tricia White, transportation associate for Defenders of Wildlife in Washington, D.C. "And with the exception of a handful of endangered species, the direct mortality of animals as a result of vehicle collisions may be the least of the problems that roads inflict on our native wildlife."
Take the Sonoran pronghorn, for example, a unique and elegant North American antelope that once numbered in the millions. Although pronghorn are faring well in many western states, the Sonoran subspecies is on the brink of extinction. Fewer than 100 individuals remain in the United States today. Drastic loss of habitat has confined this species to a small fraction of its natural and necessary range.
The Sonoran pronghorn roadkill is not at significant risk of being killed on a road. Their particular behavioral traits keep them from approaching -- let alone crossing -- roads. But the presence of a road presents a formidable barrier to movement, effectively walling off whatever habitat may exist on the opposite side. This limits the availability of food, water and shelter, impedes dispersal and divides populations into smaller, more isolated units less able to withstand a catastrophe such as disease or fire and more prone to inbreeding and other genetic problems." (From "Killer Roads" by Susan Cerulean, Defenders magazine Winter 2002 issue.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-1977132235730370316?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1977132235730370316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=1977132235730370316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1977132235730370316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/1977132235730370316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-give-me-home-where-buffalo-roam-and.html' title='&quot;Oh Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam and the Deer and the Antelope Play&quot;'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-kyqvRSFTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XtIy9573m2o/s72-c/pronghorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3605621284673444726</id><published>2008-03-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:51:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhett and Linkast LIVE!</title><content type='html'>Forget television.
I already did.
But I am going to be watching Rhett and Link, LIVE on Thursday Nights at 9:00 EST, which I think is 7:00 AZ time. I'm just going to tune in every hour starting at 5 to make sure I don't miss it.

&lt;a href="http://www.rhettandlink.com/live"&gt;click here to check it out&lt;/a&gt;

Here's a clip....


&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2deb1zGRR2c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2deb1zGRR2c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3605621284673444726?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3605621284673444726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3605621284673444726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3605621284673444726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3605621284673444726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/rhett-and-linkast-live.html' title='Rhett and Linkast LIVE!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-6772547944701667674</id><published>2008-03-24T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:27.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enter the New Country"</title><content type='html'>by Henri Nouen
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181456530042656034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-g7QvRSFSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/t5emeuNByJs/s400/2276997886_3d4513cc0b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

"You have an idea of what the new country looks like. Still, you are very much at home, although not truly at peace, in the old country. You know the ways of the old country, its joys and pains, its happy and sad moments. You have spent most of your days there. Even though you know that you have not found there what your heart most desires, you remain quite attached to it. It has become part of your very bones.

"Now you have come to realize that you must leave it and enter the new country, where your Beloved dwells. You know that what helped and guided you in the old country no longer works, but what else do you have to go by? You are being asked to trust that you will find what you need in the new country. That requires the death of what has become precious to you: influence, success, yes, even affection and praise.

"Trust is so hard, since you have nothing to fall back on. Still, trust is what is essential. The new country is where you are called to go, and the only way to go there is naked and vulnerable.

"It seems that you keep crossing and recrossing the border. For a while you experience a real joy in the new country. But then you feel afraid and start longing again for all you left behind, so you go back to the old country. To your dismay, you discover that the old country has lost its charm. Risk a few more steps in the new country, trusting that each time you enter in, you will feel more comfortable and be able to stay longer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-6772547944701667674?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6772547944701667674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=6772547944701667674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6772547944701667674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/6772547944701667674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/enter-new-country.html' title='&quot;Enter the New Country&quot;'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-g7QvRSFSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/t5emeuNByJs/s72-c/2276997886_3d4513cc0b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-98706847962605275</id><published>2008-03-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:17:37.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C3P0's wisdom</title><content type='html'>"Its better to have loved a fire hydrant than never to have loved at all"

&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTuTjbFt5CI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTuTjbFt5CI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-98706847962605275?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/98706847962605275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=98706847962605275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/98706847962605275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/98706847962605275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/c3p0s-wisdom.html' title='C3P0&apos;s wisdom'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3586097560810700432</id><published>2008-03-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:27.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Stipe Came Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just read that Michael Stipe of R.E.M. came out of the closet on St. Patty's Day. I don't think anyone in the world is surprised. This isn't really news. Any kid who is struggling with his sexual identity in 2008 is too young to have Stipe as a role model anyway. I think he did this for publicity for the new album. I hope the album would stand on its own without this. I do love me some R.E.M.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179495635785221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-FD1q6qBHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5x9UsY__ocE/s400/1264390364.jpg" border="0" /&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/36509428-3586097560810700432?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3586097560810700432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3586097560810700432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3586097560810700432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3586097560810700432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/michael-stipe-came-out.html' title='Michael Stipe Came Out?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R-FD1q6qBHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5x9UsY__ocE/s72-c/1264390364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-3089871676768052594</id><published>2008-03-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:27.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a reject!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been getting lots of rejection letters back lately for poetry I have submitted. Its pretty discouraging. I am starting to wonder if I actually have any talent at all. I mean, with all the literary magazines in the world and all the poetry I have written, it would seem like someone would want to publish something. But no.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this web page cheered me up.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rejectioncollection.com/"&gt;http://rejectioncollection.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179118962858394386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9_tQa6qAxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ReT7lYOSwzM/s320/rejected.gif" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9_s_q6qAwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZrZV7lWFEg0/s1600-h/rejected.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36509428-3089871676768052594?l=tashasphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3089871676768052594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36509428&amp;postID=3089871676768052594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3089871676768052594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36509428/posts/default/3089871676768052594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashasphotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-getting-lots-of-rejection.html' title='I&apos;m such a reject!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210291258114848329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVdGwxZs4aE/TekNtWNKO5I/AAAAAAAABG0/oVFt4JQNbdM/s220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9_tQa6qAxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ReT7lYOSwzM/s72-c/rejected.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36509428.post-2857727462609326715</id><published>2008-03-15T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:28.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just watched "the Empire Strikes Back" with the kids and the boys each said the cutest things. Augie piped up, "You know who wears a cape in this?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darth Vador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179119216261464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9_tfK6qAyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/E4tqaRFpDhk/s320/darth-vader.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and Easy Reader."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9x3Tq6qAuI/AAAAAAAAAME/rJ2dj__ln9U/s1600-h/darth-vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179119293570876210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R9_tjq6qAzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/P5HD9gz_Ugs/s320/lando.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Can you dig that? LOL
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378254560204114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KP0BYctB-O4/R_KcjfRSFVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AlztvQyck5o/s400/ec_ezreader_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
And Huyler said so sincerely, "I hope Leia doesn't die, because its not fair when girls die!"

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