<?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-5986558</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:58:45.746-06:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='job'/><category term='move'/><category term='office supplies'/><title type='text'>Broadcasting Life</title><subtitle type='html'>My life broadcasted from me to you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>621</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7321459044656573616</id><published>2011-11-27T01:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:18:22.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>before i forget</title><content type='html'>the very first time i met you, i was afraid you would wake up from passing out on the floor and climb on to the couch with me...while i was sleeping...you not knowing i was there.  i wasn't sure if i should prepare to scream or not.  you stood over me for what seemed like 10 minutes in pitch darkness before you went for the empty love seat.  we went with jaime for prime rib breakfast in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over a year later, we meet again on 4th of july.  we started talking on facebook.  just snipbits every night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally....i'm single.  and you ask me on a date to a vikings game, with your parents.  i was afraid as i didn't want to do a long distance relationship again.  we agree to go as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every day i regret that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7321459044656573616?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7321459044656573616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7321459044656573616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7321459044656573616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7321459044656573616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-i-forget.html' title='before i forget'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3722775711160081604</id><published>2009-06-19T09:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:25:01.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>Since it's a Friday...and I'm updating...thought I would throw it in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If you could go back in time to change one choice in your life, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have many regrets...there was this one time I sent an email to some swim team parents, when I was a swimmer, letting them know exactly what I thought...and well, it was maybe toooo forward and I had my mom in tears.  There are times when I wish I hadn't done something, but then I look back at my life and realize...well, then I wouldn't be who I am now, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What would you like your dying words to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of morbid, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. If you HAD to change bodies with someone you knew for 1 year, who would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would switch with a guy, just to get that perspective. And can do we get to know exactly what they think? Because that would be really entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Choose your favorite license plate combination. What does it read?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What fantasy world would you live in (i.e., movie, tv show, book)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hello. Harry Potter world. I want to be able to do magic (however, let's live there post Voldemort, please.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3722775711160081604?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3722775711160081604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3722775711160081604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3722775711160081604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3722775711160081604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4613941265293803565</id><published>2009-06-19T08:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:47:55.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Benies</title><content type='html'>I figure I should maybe start posting my trips since the year is half way over. Wouldn't be good to get through the year and not have anything up here, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip #1 of the year was an expiramentation with my new Travel Benefits.  I had no idea how to work the system except what I had heard from fellow coworkers. So...after scanning a calendar at the dead of winter (January is damn cold in Minnesota), I decided a trip down to Florida to visit my wonderful friend Jenny would be the perfect excuse to get out of the cold and to try out the benies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the airport I patiently tried not to freak out. My name still hadn't cleared the wait list, so I had no idea if I was even going to make the flight. I was 6 months new to the company...I had no senority so there was a couple of people who easily were going to get on the plane.  I sat and played solitaire on my new ipod touch (bought just for flying i would now be doing) and willed myself not to stare at the wait list or the gate attendant. And finally my name was called. I was the last one to make it on the flight. Success - Florida here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida in January isn't the warmest of places...but at 50 degrees compared to Minnesota's -20, I was ready to throw on the bikini. However there was a cool breeze in the air and at some points throughout the weekend, my poor little toes were a little chilly in my flip flops I had dragged out of the back of my closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was for the most part uneventful. I had told Jenny that since it was such a random trip, that we should just hang out, not really plan anything, and just do what she would normally do on any other weekend.  Friday night included a trip to the mall, some chinese and a movie back at her place. Saturday we slept in and that night, we went to a little house party, where I got to meet with some friends of hers...and I actually had a lot of fun. Sunday, we hit up a flea market with a coworker of hers...it was the equivelant of a large garage sale at a large outdoor location. I didn't buy anything, but, no lie, did think about buying a fake coach purse.  Eating at a favorite restaurant of Jenny's, sharing massive amounts of fried seafood and fries, and ending the weekend at a sports bar to watch the nfl playoffs is how we ended the weekend. I was bummed to go back to her place and pack, but Monday morning I was planning on catching an early flight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny dropped me off at the airport Monday morning. After good byes, I went in, armed with my ticket code. Checking in, the attendant at check in made a comment about "if I get on the plane" laced with attitude.  Suddenly, my stomach went into knots. I always knew with the travel benefits that there was a possibility of not making it onto the flight. But what all happens if I don't?  Walking down to the gate, I kept my hopes high...and as they started boarding the plane, any hope I had went out the window...they called and cleared others on the list and I tried to patiently wait for my name to be called...and then they closed the gate. I was told that the gate attendant would be able to help me schedule a new flight, so with tears brimming in my eyes (i tear up in the weirdest situations...for no reason at all), i approached the gate attendant.  She turned out to be such a rude woman. She gave me attitude, she gave me no sympathy, and didn't do much to help me find a new flight. I was on my own...and I was stuck in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been told I could call my coworkers and they would check the computers to find me a new flight...however, they weren't at work yet...it was too early in the morning. So, running over to the flight schedule screens, borrow a pen from the rude (ok, well, she did borrow me a pen) gate attendant, I started writing down departures and times to major hubs. The first flight I was hoping to catch was a non stop back home...and the only one offered for that day. The only hope I had now was a connecting flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my list of possibilities to major hubs, and after a tearful call to my mother, I started calling the reservation line. Checking flights, and load numbers, connecting flights and their load numbers...I finally had hope. I put myself on a flight to Detroit with a connection to home, both looking very hopeful. I also had to go back out to ticketing to get my new ticket, which meant going back through security.  This time, while getting my ticket, there was no rude comment about "if" I get on, security was about as breezy as it could be, and after a short wait...I was on board, en route to Detroit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit was pretty uneventful. Had some food. Then once boarded...we waited for an hour while they "loaded luggage." Somewhat suspicious of that, and although it made me impatient (I was supposed to be home at noon. It was now 3 and I was looking to make it back to coach that night), I waited. And finally we took off and I made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed practice that night. And a full day of work. But, the experience was worth it. Pretty sure I will be ok now when I am "rejected" from future flights. And excited to use my "benies" from here on out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SjujGDeRqJI/AAAAAAAAADw/CR8XVCbBTVI/s1600-h/P1180703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SjujGDeRqJI/AAAAAAAAADw/CR8XVCbBTVI/s400/P1180703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048306839431314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I Sunday night at a sports bar for the NFL playoffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SjujGWagTgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9ikP0F4xUJw/s1600-h/P1170701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SjujGWagTgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9ikP0F4xUJw/s400/P1170701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349048311923887618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipflops in January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4613941265293803565?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4613941265293803565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4613941265293803565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4613941265293803565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4613941265293803565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2009/06/travel-benies.html' title='Travel Benies'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SjujGDeRqJI/AAAAAAAAADw/CR8XVCbBTVI/s72-c/P1180703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-8223219459387630723</id><published>2009-02-09T15:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:53:52.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have some big plans for this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new job (not so much new anymore) I get amazing travel benefits, and I have all sorts of fun trips lined up now. What I would like to do is turn this into a fun travel blog. Look for updates soon...or once my job slows a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also FYI...it's raining. In February. In Minnesota. This never happens. And I hear it's supposed to thunderstorm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-8223219459387630723?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8223219459387630723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=8223219459387630723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8223219459387630723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8223219459387630723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-some-big-plans-for-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4409750212531554461</id><published>2009-01-05T17:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:30:31.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting my loses...</title><content type='html'>it's 2009. time for a fresh start.  my friend asked me the other day what my new years resolution was. i didn't have an answer. i think the only thing i can do is clean up my life and see what i can get out of it.  i'm cleaning out clothes, to make room for the new stuff that fits better and just getting rid of stuff i don't need. i want to finish up all my art and craft projects. and probably the hardest...at least i'm going to try...is to get rid of the boy.  i love him, and we'll be friends, i hope, but i can't wait around my whole life, even though i think he's worth waiting for.  maybe the cute boy that swung me around the dance floor new years eve instead of my boy will give me a call. i hate their one week rule.  hopefully he calls soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4409750212531554461?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4409750212531554461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4409750212531554461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4409750212531554461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4409750212531554461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2009/01/cutting-my-loses.html' title='cutting my loses...'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7441637310844180014</id><published>2008-12-12T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:38:47.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friday five</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When did you last sleep in a bed outside your home? &lt;/em&gt;thanksgiving. when i go home to my parents, i share a bed with my sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you last drive someone else’s car? &lt;/em&gt;ooo...that's been awhile...well, actually no. i drove my dad's massive pick-up the weekend before thanksgiving as i slide on ice with mine and killed the rim on my front passenger wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you last cook in someone else’s kitchen? &lt;/em&gt;umm, probably at my parents house. does that even count? it would have been before thanksgiving, when i cooked for my mom's 50th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you last care for children who aren’t yours? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does coaching count? i sometimes feel like it is 1 hour of babysitting somedays...otherwise, it would have been in high school when i babysat last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did you last do someone else’s job? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be in about an hour. gotta push the weekly specials live on the world agent direct webpage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7441637310844180014?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7441637310844180014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7441637310844180014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7441637310844180014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7441637310844180014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-five.html' title='friday five'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3167854489491022196</id><published>2008-12-05T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:22:04.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagny! I know her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' width='512' height='404' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.swimnetwork.com/flashplayer/FlashPlayer.swf?v=http://www.swimnetwork.com/media/swimnetwork/0/pub/u/2/1/5/4//2154/3/1/4/d/u-6c135a3f-11dcf648323--7fea.flv&amp;eb=1&amp;ap=0&amp;al=1' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#869ca7'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain'&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.swimnetwork.com/flashplayer/FlashPlayer.swf?v=http://www.swimnetwork.com/media/swimnetwork/0/pub/u/2/1/5/4//2154/3/1/4/d/u-6c135a3f-11dcf648323--7fea.flv&amp;eb=1&amp;ap=0&amp;al=1' quality='high' bgcolor='#869ca7' width='512' height='404' align='middle' play='true' loop='false' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' allowFullScreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She WILL be at the Olympics in 2012...I may have to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3167854489491022196?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3167854489491022196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3167854489491022196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3167854489491022196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3167854489491022196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/dagny-i-know-her.html' title='Dagny! I know her!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-455425365415118089</id><published>2008-12-04T09:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:23:30.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crafty christmas</title><content type='html'>i've been quiet crafty this year, more so than other years.  i think it's because i actually have time.  i get my craft and art drive from both of my grandma's, one was an excellent quilter and embroiderer and the other is still a very good crafter, enjoying sewing and cross stich and painting.  2 years ago i handcrafted a christmas blub cone tree, which turned out adorable.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmain9BEGI/AAAAAAAAACw/NbCGE6LdPUE/s1600-h/PC040564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmain9BEGI/AAAAAAAAACw/NbCGE6LdPUE/s200/PC040564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276418358072381538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this year having my hands on a sewing machine, i've been trying to use up all sorts of fabric laying around.  i had fleece in green, red and white left over from a scarf and hat i made my sister many years ago (christmas colors are our high school colors...so festive!), and needing a new tree skirt but not wanting to pay $50 for one, i decided to handcraft my own...and it turned out really well! i was pretty surprised with the out come of it and how cute and simple it was.  i will eventually have to re-sew the green and red layers together as the machine decided to loosley sew the bobbin thread on the bottom, but i was in such a hurry to lay it out, that i figured that could wait until later. i got the &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-to-make-christmas-decorations-4a.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://christmas.howstuffworks.com/how-to-make-christmas-decorations3.htm&amp;usg=__RC_9KbngKzlXWhGa9WP1hSEdUZY=&amp;h=263&amp;w=200&amp;sz=28&amp;hl=en&amp;start=99&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=6wxwkkc5Klv3_M:&amp;tbnh=112&amp;tbnw=85&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristmas%2Btree%2Bskirts%2Bpatterns%26start%3D80%26ndsp%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4GGIH_enUS269US269%26sa%3DN"&gt;idea from here&lt;/a&gt;, but didn't follow the directions at all as i just put it together like a fleece blanket.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STma7DjaLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Mtmauq9U66c/s1600-h/PC040561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STma7DjaLYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Mtmauq9U66c/s200/PC040561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276418777798028674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning at work, i've been searching for my next christmas decoration project.  some of my favorites so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/christmas-holiday-crafts/?page=1"&gt;these cute little jeweled christmas trees&lt;/a&gt;...i have some copper wire laying around...hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/indoor-decorating/holiday-decorating-with-ribbon/?page=8"&gt;christmas bulb window tree&lt;/a&gt;...if only i had a window.  maybe it can go on a wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i love these &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/indoor-decorating/holiday-decorating-with-ribbon/?page=15"&gt;chair covers&lt;/a&gt;.  and i have cute little bar chairs that the covers would spruce them up! maybe with snowmen or snowflakes on the backs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i want to line my coffee table with these &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/indoor-decorating/holiday-decorating-with-ribbon/?page=17"&gt;votives&lt;/a&gt; and a table runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and i think &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/handmade-holiday-projects/"&gt;handmade christmas ornaments&lt;/a&gt; would make great friend gifts this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i also have extra pillow stuffing and think a &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/handmade-holiday-projects/?page=14"&gt;cute holiday pillow &lt;/a&gt;should be made. however, i more partial to christmas trees, snowmen, and snowflakes than santa clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-these &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/handmade-holiday-projects/?page=15"&gt;little napkins&lt;/a&gt; made me think of &lt;a href="http://miniette.blogspot.com"&gt;julie&lt;/a&gt; and her embroidering :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i may have to &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/christmas-snowmen-crafts/"&gt;paper mache these&lt;/a&gt;...however, not knowing how good my macheing skills are, i'm fearful they won't turn out anywhere near this cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/christmas-snowmen-crafts/?page=8"&gt;snowmen luminaries!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i made &lt;a href="http://www.bhg.com/holidays/christmas/crafts/christmas-snowmen-crafts/?page=5"&gt;sock snowmen&lt;/a&gt; like these in elementarty school and they turned out no where near this cute.  maybe i need to try again? because these are pretty darn adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to craft and probably not enough time.  i'll have to pick and choose.  now that i have more time at nights and on weekends, i've noticed i've been doing a lot of crafting, and part of the reason i think is to take care of all of these projects i've started and are now just sitting in boxes or on the floor, taking up more space that usual.  one project i started but had to put away due to guests is my Eurospring scrapbook.  i have boxes full of memories that can be cleared out and put all into one book.  i guess with the possibility of moving in the future, the less clutter i have, the easier to move (a good eighth to a fourth of my possessions are crafts, projects or art stuff), as that is a good possibility for this next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also finishing knitting projects i started about 5 years ago. haha.  i'll let you know how it all goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmbZYFbObI/AAAAAAAAADI/BkN4ok38xJU/s1600-h/PC040565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmbZYFbObI/AAAAAAAAADI/BkN4ok38xJU/s400/PC040565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276419298705488306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmbSKM1FHI/AAAAAAAAADA/0EUBeXuI-Jo/s1600-h/PC040562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmbSKM1FHI/AAAAAAAAADA/0EUBeXuI-Jo/s400/PC040562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276419174719362162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -my decorated bar table&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-455425365415118089?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/455425365415118089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=455425365415118089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/455425365415118089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/455425365415118089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/crafty-christmas.html' title='crafty christmas'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/STmain9BEGI/AAAAAAAAACw/NbCGE6LdPUE/s72-c/PC040564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-537805199814514244</id><published>2008-12-03T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:58:11.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an article i liked...</title><content type='html'>20 things every woman deserves from the guy in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 His undivided attention at important moments. Not I've-got-basketball-on-TV attention or I'm-mentally-undressing-you attention, but full presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Compliments that are actually spoken aloud. Things that don't qualify: a pat on the bottom, a finger pistol plus a wink, a "yesssss!!" after great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Good manners, even if you've been dating for years. He had you at "Hello," but what makes him think he can keep you at "S'up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 A thoughtful balance of refreshing honesty and merciful little white lies. A few examples: He should speak the truth when you ask, "Are you hurt by what I said earlier?" But he should fudge when you ask, "Honey, do you mind if my mom comes to dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 His utter lust for (and unwavering devotion to) one or more of your body parts, be it your legs, breasts, hips or behind. Bonus points if his fervor spills over to you and pumps up your body ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Lots of foreplay. And then some more. Plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ...sex that involves eye contact, kissing and cuddling. This isn't to suggest that maple syrup, cartwheels and the French maid costume are out, but you should be having plain vanilla love whenever you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Acknowledgment of your relationship to his friends, to his family, and, yes, on Facebook. Sylvie, 31, confesses: "I insisted one boyfriend change his online profile from 'single' to 'in a relationship.' An electronic betrayal can hurt as much as a real one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Proud PR. He revels in your achievements, doesn't feel diminished by them, and loves acting as your personal publicist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Use of his "inside voice" during arguments. Grown-ups should be able to bicker - even flat-out fight - without rupturing a vocal cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 The willingness to never, ever blame your behavior on your period, unless you say, "Sorry, it must be my period." And even then he should just smile and nod, smile and nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Knight-in-shining-armor-ness. Modern-day gallantry does not make you a spoiled princess, so just enjoy the pampering when he rescues you from boring dinner party conversations, picks you up in his Honda chariot and slays dragons - OK, roaches - for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 A call, not a text, that comes when he says it will. Making you wait by the phone is a power play - and as Dana, 36, puts it, "Somehow a text from my husband when he's on a business trip doesn't quite say 'Good night, sweetheart' like a phone call would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Encouragement when you stand up to the person you've never had the guts to before. And a big hug if it doesn't work out quite the way you had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Gifts he knows you'll adore, even if they're not 100 percent his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 A more-to-love attitude when you gain five pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Another chance. So you blew it: You got drunk at his high school reunion, got caught peeking at his e-mail, had lunch with an ex-boyfriend and somehow forgot to tell him about it, called him by that ex-boyfriend's name in a heated moment. You're going to make some mistakes (and so will he). Once you've groveled sufficiently and let him vent for a bit, he should be prepared to forgive you. Cue the makeup sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Amusement at your quirks. He gets a kick out of your chocolate-is-a-food-group approach to nutrition and thinks it's funny you call your best friend to watch reality TV "together." Kudos to the man who recognizes eccentricities for what they are: the stuff that makes you deliciously you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Half of the housework. That's right, all you cohabitors, half the dishes, half the laundry, and half - OK, maybe all - the garbage schlepping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Respect. If Aretha can sing a song about it for four decades, we can mention one more time that any guy worthy of your love will be unstinting with R-E-S-P-E-C-T. And you shouldn't have to spell this one out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--via Glamour October 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-537805199814514244?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/537805199814514244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=537805199814514244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/537805199814514244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/537805199814514244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/article-i-liked.html' title='an article i liked...'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3912552361194807090</id><published>2008-12-02T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:26:22.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years?</title><content type='html'>3 years ago a certain boy asked for my phone number and it has been downhill ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some (very) rough patches, and although we are far from your normal relationship, to this day, he still makes me melt, still puts butterflies in my stomach, and I am just happy that he is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3912552361194807090?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3912552361194807090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3912552361194807090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3912552361194807090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3912552361194807090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-years.html' title='3 years?'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6690061539470689818</id><published>2008-11-05T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:13:08.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I guess last night was interesting.  I don't think we are doomed. But I am uncertain as to what is going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The road ahead will be long," he said. "Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America — I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you — we as a people will get there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...Where am I going?  Where are we going?  I wish someone would tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...I still don't know how you are going to make these "changes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6690061539470689818?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6690061539470689818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6690061539470689818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6690061539470689818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6690061539470689818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-2776197434770634883</id><published>2008-10-28T15:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:50:12.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a finalist!</title><content type='html'>Fun and exciting news for the day...I'm a finalist for the wesay.com amatuer photo contest, sports devision.  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wesay.com/Contest/2110200817638254/3/"&gt;http://www.wesay.com/Contest/2110200817638254/3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll win, but one can hope, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-2776197434770634883?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2776197434770634883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=2776197434770634883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2776197434770634883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2776197434770634883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-finalist.html' title='i&apos;m a finalist!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5787022612393640512</id><published>2008-10-27T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:05:00.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy surprises in my inbox...</title><content type='html'>i got this from the parent of a kid that i coached on saturday.  he's not in my group, but one day will be.  it made me love coaching even more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Andi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to send you a quick note about this past week with Johnny*.  I have to tell you, he REALLY liked working with you.  Both after the Foxhole for the butterfly and on Saturday after the meet, he was able to tell me things that “Coach Andi” told him, and he usually does not do that!  He was really disappointed when Coach Joe* wasn’t at the meet, so I’m actually very glad that he had that time with you on Wednesday as you were a familiar face for him.  So, Thank You for working with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to try to get him back over to the DLCC for Foxholes at some point here – I’m going to give him a bit of a break this week and only swim twice, so I don’t know when I’ll get over there to see the availability.  If you are aware of when there are openings for starts and turns, I’d really like to get him in one of those, especially after the 2 really big belly flops on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good first season meet for me.  Even with a crying 6, 9 and 10 year old girl, we all made it home with smiles on our faces.  I'm just hoping I didn't traumatize the 9 year old as I literally had my hand on her back as I -gentally- pushed her into the water for the start of the race as she kept crying "Idonwanto I donwanto!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said...it was a good meet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5787022612393640512?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5787022612393640512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5787022612393640512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5787022612393640512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5787022612393640512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-surprises-in-my-inbox.html' title='happy surprises in my inbox...'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3365187195479542892</id><published>2008-10-27T14:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:06:12.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>completely bored at work, i've found my new favorite blog to cruise, curtosy of squeakers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet hilarious how horribly people can mess up a cake and it's also pretty akward how many times people can actually fit a penis on a cake.  we're assuming it's accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SQYqHjdpRrI/AAAAAAAAACg/pA6jphZJL74/s1600-h/Iliea+S+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SQYqHjdpRrI/AAAAAAAAACg/pA6jphZJL74/s400/Iliea+S+cookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261939523896034994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this cookie monster cupcake cake is pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SQYqva2ZAiI/AAAAAAAAACo/9cz3ti0lPys/s1600-h/Van+Gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SQYqva2ZAiI/AAAAAAAAACo/9cz3ti0lPys/s400/Van+Gogh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940208778674722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i get this one with van gogh's sunflowers on it?  might be the wedding cake of my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of weddings...it's incredibly hard to not try and plan a wedding right now, even though you do not have a groom (or are even close to having one). with everyone getting married, all you can do is take notes.  i've already got flowers, colors, dresses, location and photographer picked out.  so yeah...just waitin' on that groom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3365187195479542892?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4975308322312817337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4975308322312817337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4975308322312817337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4975308322312817337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/theyre-giving-away-handbags.html' title='they&apos;re giving away handbags!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6744065198794326129</id><published>2008-09-30T15:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:11:11.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the gym!</title><content type='html'>after the major crisis of the chiropractor last week, i'm ready to get back into the gym.  i had done really well last week, and after last week drama and pain that was not needed, i'm ready to start working out again.  i'm just hoping my running will still be up to par...i had made good progress so far, so hopefully i don't fall behind!  also...i think i need to find a good spinning workout to do on my own.  also to buy...i need a little fm radio, nothing fancy, hopefully cheap, so i can listen to my fav. primetime shows while i work out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6744065198794326129?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6744065198794326129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6744065198794326129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6744065198794326129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6744065198794326129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-gym.html' title='back to the gym!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-2377552548065408000</id><published>2008-09-10T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:59:53.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooprah</title><content type='html'>I knew that the olympic swimmers were going to be on the oprah show on monday for the season premier.  the timing unfortunatly did not work with my scheduling, but i did know that they rerun that days episode at 12:30 at night.  checking the tv listings, i did not see the olympic show on at 12:30 at night, so i figured, they must run it the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i waited up to see the show...and the olympians weren't on.  apparently you only had one shot to watch that show.  and i don't think it's online anywhere.  not cool at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the girl that was on oprah last night? charice? A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-2377552548065408000?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2377552548065408000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=2377552548065408000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2377552548065408000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2377552548065408000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/oooooprah.html' title='oooooprah'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1135844405999837716</id><published>2008-09-09T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:20:33.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Michael Phelps effect</title><content type='html'>we knew it would be large numbers...but how large, we wouldn't know until our first day back at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was our open house for the swim team.  as minnesota's largest and most accomplished swim team, we were expecting large numbers.  from 1-2:45 i took kid after kid, some scared, some overly excited, as they showed me their skills in the pool.  do you know freestyle? backstroke? breaststroke? butterfly?  some nod their heads, some gave me blank stares.  then into the pool as they swam and i evaluated, kids running everywhere as us 9 coaches tried to find enough room for our new swimmer to swim.  then i would place them in a group and send them back to mom and dad for registration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of kids, and we were done before 3 pm, which was our cut off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my group had 42 of the 48 kids registered show up.  our roster is 2 pages, compared to the 1 page and 20 names it usually is.  good thing i had a co-coach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm not too worried.  the way i coach this season will have to change a little bit and with all the kids and the wider range of abilities, i unfortunatly won't be able to cater to the individuality of the kids as much as i used to.  heck, i'm worried about learning all of their names!  co-coach was freaking out a little more than i think she needed to, but i guess that's expected.  she's also worried about getting time away from the pool, which i just committed myself to 5 days a week plus weekend meets.  it'll keep me busy and hopefully in shape, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess this is what happens after you have someone go and win 8 golds in your sport.  i love that just by him doing that, our numbers pretty much more than doubled for the season.  i'm really curious, however, to see how many actually stick around.  i'll give you an update in 2 weeks when the free trial period is over for these swimmers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1135844405999837716?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1135844405999837716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1135844405999837716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1135844405999837716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1135844405999837716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/09/michael-phelps-effect.html' title='the Michael Phelps effect'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6691664528287515345</id><published>2008-08-08T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:50:30.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>every 4 years</title><content type='html'>i wait for this every 4 years.  growing up a swimmer you learn one thing: the olympics is where you gain your glory.  this is the big show, and the only show, that matters to a swimmer.  you make it here, you make history.  so every 4 years i wait for my favorite swimmers to take on the world to prove who gets the glory.  expect a few posts of excitement as world records are broken and amazing feats happen at the bubble in china.  ((which reminds me...did i even post about trials?  that goes on my list of most amazing things i've experienced. i should post a list of those sometime...hmmm))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as tradition in my house goes, we always sit down and cook up an amazing meal while we watch the opening ceremony.  i remember bits and pieces of the last 4, but what i really remember is making homemade pizza with my mom and sister and watching the atlanta games opening. so, for this year, i'm having friends over and we're going to enjoy some chinese and watch the beijing games.  word has it that it's an amazing opening ceremony...so i'm getting kind of antzy to get out of here, hit up the liquor store and then lee ann chins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6691664528287515345?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6691664528287515345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6691664528287515345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6691664528287515345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6691664528287515345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-4-years.html' title='every 4 years'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5118362347219289874</id><published>2008-07-30T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:01:33.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>buca heaven</title><content type='html'>last night, we had the state swim team pasta feeds.  the 12 and unders were at a home 2 miles from where i live.  nice gorgeous gigantic home.  we sat out on the deck, the adults drinking wine, kids playing sardines, and eating plate-fuls of pasta from buca de bepo.  and when all was set and done, what do the parents offer me?  that's right, about 2 pounds of buca pasta.  they suggested that with all the pasta i invite friends over for my own pasta party.  all i could think about was how fast i would have that gone without friends (and it is well on its way to being gone!).  it's pure buca heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as i was leaving...the host couple asked if i would be interested in house sitting.  sounds like i may be doing that for a month!  in a big gorgeous gigantic home (deck, yard, marble counter kitchen, fire place, big screen tvs)...spider free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5118362347219289874?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5118362347219289874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5118362347219289874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5118362347219289874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5118362347219289874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/buca-heaven.html' title='buca heaven'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1689970119155770571</id><published>2008-07-29T15:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:11:48.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's war</title><content type='html'>I've always had a fear of spiders.  never thought that in my newest residence that i would be in full out war with them, facing my fear.  so far i've bombed, sprayed and bombed again in order to build myself a barrier.  so far, it's worked...except one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first told my roommate that i would live with her, i was ecstatic...a whole basement to myself with a beautiful bathroom with walk in, tiled shower and seat.  beautiful.  i even purchased a big ass shower head for it and transformed it into my own little spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was well, until i started seeing these huge spider creatures on the shower curtain...only 1 at a time.  i killed them all, one smushed into the shower liner and forced me to buy a new one. i bought a drain plug, and after last nights viewing of big ugly spider 5 crawling up the wall, AFTER my latest bug attack, i've had enough.  i now have a bowl over the shower drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at a loss.  i'm wet and naked in the shower, my most vulernable, and i'm asked to kill spiders at the same time?  i now wear shower sandels, so that i can stomp if needed.  please, if anyone has any miracles to guard against these uglies, please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1689970119155770571?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1689970119155770571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1689970119155770571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1689970119155770571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1689970119155770571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-war.html' title='it&apos;s war'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5843885414553645852</id><published>2008-07-14T11:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:53:40.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 John 4:18</title><content type='html'>There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5843885414553645852?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5843885414553645852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5843885414553645852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5843885414553645852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5843885414553645852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-john-418.html' title='1 John 4:18'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5554393968636296726</id><published>2008-07-13T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:40:24.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Trials Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z24-N3lWU-g"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z24-N3lWU-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some video of Friday, July 4th, at Swimming Olympic Trials.  It was finals and they decked us out for a great American night!  This is the crowd doing the wave and really getting into it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5554393968636296726?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5554393968636296726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5554393968636296726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5554393968636296726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5554393968636296726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/07/olympic-trials-video.html' title='Olympic Trials Video'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7003293588653547895</id><published>2008-06-27T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:33:12.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friday 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1. What was the last thing you purchased from a vending machine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some sun chips or something a couple of weeks ago...i get hungry at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What was the last thing you made copies of on a photocopier?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um....i think it was at my last job, just used the photocopier on the print.  unimportant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. When did you last use a pay telephone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long, long time ago!  i remember using it when i was in elementary school to call home from skating practice.  i don't even carry around enough change to make a phone call today.  and i love my cell phone.  but they say when you are in london, there's a red phone booth by big ben...and you should call someone right before it goes off so that they can hear big ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. How often do you visit an automatic teller machine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat often...i've been depositing a lot since i'm never available during their business hours.  occassionally i'll take out cash too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Which of your daily tasks would you most like to see automated?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uploading web page content!  then i wouldn't have to worry whether i'm doing it right or wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7003293588653547895?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7003293588653547895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7003293588653547895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7003293588653547895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7003293588653547895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-5_27.html' title='friday 5'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4080927570360477637</id><published>2008-06-23T10:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:08:37.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swim meet weekend</title><content type='html'>this weekend should have been a fun, big meet, weekend. but with my co-coach and i only having 2 kids signed up for one day of swimming, out of the 15 or so we have on our roster, it was actually more of a boring meet. although it was fun to watch all of the other kids swim, including our kids that we just moved up to the next group as they got too fast for ours, it was also just a lot of sitting around on a hard metal bench. good thing there is free food for the coaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coaches pic &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WKGeOfHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qW4NV0NYBv4/s1600-h/P6200015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215122362542750834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WKGeOfHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qW4NV0NYBv4/s400/P6200015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the meet to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WXr61HdI/AAAAAAAAABo/eQwpNmgw7fQ/s1600-h/P6200008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215122595933134290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WXr61HdI/AAAAAAAAABo/eQwpNmgw7fQ/s400/P6200008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara and i pointing out U of M swimmers on the record boards that we will see swim at trials in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WpsKOSCI/AAAAAAAAABw/M_lmWKS_zGs/s1600-h/P6200009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215122905235343394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WpsKOSCI/AAAAAAAAABw/M_lmWKS_zGs/s400/P6200009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of my favorite swimmers that use to be in my group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_XBLXb6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tAYP4kX8RuE/s1600-h/P6200011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215123308749253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_XBLXb6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tAYP4kX8RuE/s400/P6200011.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/5986558-4080927570360477637?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4080927570360477637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4080927570360477637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4080927570360477637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4080927570360477637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/swim-meet-weekend.html' title='swim meet weekend'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_WKGeOfHI/AAAAAAAAABg/qW4NV0NYBv4/s72-c/P6200015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-329964738812084920</id><published>2008-06-23T10:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:55:00.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Territory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_VDXbKlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QtEAT9huPeM/s1600-h/P6180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_VDXbKlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QtEAT9huPeM/s400/P6180001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215121147322602866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my lovely friend ann has been so generous to share her free twins tickets from work with me.  when we went last week to the game, i gave her an extra twins shirt that i had laying around, as she was without.  we also enjoyed the company of some much beloved bsu design tech alums...it was great to see my boys and lisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-329964738812084920?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/329964738812084920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=329964738812084920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/329964738812084920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/329964738812084920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/twins-territory.html' title='Twins Territory'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SF_VDXbKlXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QtEAT9huPeM/s72-c/P6180001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5412038400545314418</id><published>2008-06-18T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:43:01.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bomono</title><content type='html'>for work, we just updated our &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com"&gt;firefox &lt;/a&gt;browsers to 3.0 and i happened to also download some fun plug-ins for mine...one that was called snag it, which basically pulls up websites that might be of interest to you.  so for all of you that like to color...head on over here:  &lt;a href="http://bomomo.com/"&gt;bomomo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5412038400545314418?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5412038400545314418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5412038400545314418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5412038400545314418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5412038400545314418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/bomono.html' title='bomono'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6728053600958525157</id><published>2008-06-17T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:13:07.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something to look forward to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SFgoe4jnXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4u6qwHiDoC0/s1600-h/martini.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SFgoe4jnXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4u6qwHiDoC0/s400/martini.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212961079724301938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this site a while back, when i was in college.  it's a competition put on bombay saphire to design a new martini glass. how more perfect can that be?  however, in order to win it, you must be 25 and working in the design industry for 3 years. which puts me at 2.5 years out.  i guess...it's just something to look forward to.  i can start generating ideas anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designerglasscompetition.com/"&gt;Designer Glass Competition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6728053600958525157?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6728053600958525157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6728053600958525157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6728053600958525157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6728053600958525157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='something to look forward to'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SFgoe4jnXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4u6qwHiDoC0/s72-c/martini.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6576878711918994485</id><published>2008-06-16T14:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:29:43.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/giggles1444/burnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/giggles1444/burnt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my sunburn from a few years back. won't do that again...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have finished cleaning my basement yesterday. or worked on web pages. or a million other things. but with a nice day when every other day has been rainy and cold, i was outside right after church. after lathering up in sun lotion which i later found out didn't do much for the upper body, i headed out to the town home community pool. there i was greeted by the obnoxious boys whose parents are making the pool the babysitter for the summer, which i really have no tolerance for parents who can't see the dangers of not watching their kids at the pool. the way they were horse playing, i'm just waiting for one of them to get hurt and i hope i'm not there when it happens. while laying out in the sun, half napping, i also called my dad and grandpa to wish them happy fathers day. squeakers also called and we chatted as she walked to the mall. i was outside for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making me way back to the house, i changed and decided to go for a run. or run/walk. i'm not quite at running the whole way. i then came back and did some ab work before taking a shower and making super. then i watched the tonys and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, not only am i a little sore from the slightly burnt skin, but i am also sore from my athletic adventures. and i have a form of eczema on my fingers which makes it hard to hold writing utensils...so that's fun. but really, it was a perfect lazy sunday in my opinion and all the pain today was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6576878711918994485?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6576878711918994485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6576878711918994485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6576878711918994485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6576878711918994485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-sundays.html' title='perfect sundays'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-8975205103682180942</id><published>2008-06-13T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:58:01.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friday 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who gave you your last balloon, and what was the occasion?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Balloon?  The last balloon I probably got was when I went to state for high school swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gave you your last scolding, and what was it for?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my horrible boss from my last job.  thanks for understanding jerk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gave you your last attaboy, and why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...my last boss.  after i redid his website.  he's still a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gave you your last haircut? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the ladies at avant in gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gave you your last massage?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm always rubbing my neck...other than that, it was probably my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-8975205103682180942?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8975205103682180942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=8975205103682180942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8975205103682180942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8975205103682180942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-5.html' title='friday 5'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-2378921445703595469</id><published>2008-06-10T16:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:10:16.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the expense of travel</title><content type='html'>After a short lunch outting today to turn in all of my comcast equipment, my jaw hit the floor when i noticed the price of gas hit $4.10 a gallon.  since this has happened, i have now cancelled my trip home for father's day as i cannot afford it and i also looked into trying to find an alternative way to work for a couple of days a week.  if i took the bus, which is $2 a ride, i'm sure i could buy a monthly pass, i would have to be on the bus at 6:51 and switch buses 4 times to go 3 miles, according to the metro transit web page...and it would get me to work at 8:30.  it doesn't make sense to me.  then i looked into bike paths...there is no path from my house to work that doesn't involve me getting run over by a car as i pass under I494.  so...all my money saving dreams have been crushed.  and i will inevitably have to pay $4.10 and rising in gas.  when will this madness end???  i'm fearing the end of the week when i have to pay...the last time i filled up it was at $3.82.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-2378921445703595469?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2378921445703595469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=2378921445703595469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2378921445703595469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2378921445703595469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/expense-of-travel.html' title='the expense of travel'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6205251388339475251</id><published>2008-06-06T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:22:38.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>a new start</title><content type='html'>so...in an attempt to cure boredom at work (we're a little slow...)  i'm electing to start up my blog again.  it will probably include a redesign, especially since i have 2 hours and 40 minutes left at work today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i started a new job.  so far i'm enjoying it, although this week has been a little slow. i suppose when you add 2 new employees to your department, the work load goes down.  i've enjoyed filling out all my paperwork for my benefits and ordering all my new office supplies.  office supplies are one of those things that i have a love affair with: cool new pens, fresh pencils, a daily planner, binder clips, push pins, tape and staplers (swingline of course, but not red), and of course post-it notes.  i'm slowly decorating my office, too.  i need a paycheck though before i can buy stuff for it.  on my list:  plant with a beta fish, bamboo or vine plant (if i was by a window i would have bought a sunflower or something...), a vase of fake sunflowers?, a cell phone holder...and i was thinking of maybe something like a rug to cover up some floor stains?  i also need to bring in more photos...not sure if i want to bring in my europe ones, however, or if those should stay at home.  i do have a picture of the sibs here though... other than that, i'm kind of liking cubicle life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also now a basement dweller...i've moved into a townhome of someone who is letting me take over their basement.  plenty of space and a kick ass shower.  the only downside is some of the bugs i'm finding.  i've sprayed once, but it wasn't a powerful spray, so i'm guessing i'll have to buy the strong stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, summer's underway...swimming, the lake, and a vacation here and there.  couldn't ask for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6205251388339475251?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6205251388339475251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6205251388339475251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6205251388339475251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6205251388339475251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-start.html' title='a new start'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-8935305711728354402</id><published>2008-04-04T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:11:31.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the first signs of spring!</title><content type='html'>well...it's a friday evening, i'm at home, with a pineapple pizza.  i haven't had one in forever!  the best part of all this...i have my balcony door open and i can hear birds.  i'm guessing the sheep are all ready in bed?  they wake up early enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-8935305711728354402?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8935305711728354402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=8935305711728354402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8935305711728354402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8935305711728354402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-signs-of-spring.html' title='the first signs of spring!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-638700517411025450</id><published>2008-04-03T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:54:36.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't posted in awhile.  i guess life has been somewhat depressing and i'm realizing i'm not as happy as i used to be.  i'm hoping to change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-638700517411025450?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/638700517411025450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=638700517411025450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/638700517411025450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/638700517411025450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2008/04/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='the pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-8823352594898744092</id><published>2007-09-13T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:40:10.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last week's friday five</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;1.  What’s your favorite small office supply (like something that can fit in your top desk drawer)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a complete toss up between shiny binder clips, cool pens, and bright colored post it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  What’s your favorite medium office supply (like something that can fit on your desktop)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a tiffany's stand up calandar...i love it!  that and my bright kleenex box :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  What’s your favorite large office supply (like a furnishing or a large tool)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love my previous work computer (30 inch monitor mac!  i miss it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  To which specific office supply do you have a particular personal attachment?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that computer held my life at one point...though i do get a little worked up if my fav pen is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.  Which office supply do you consider yourself something of an expert on?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im no expert, but i do know computers pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-8823352594898744092?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8823352594898744092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=8823352594898744092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8823352594898744092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8823352594898744092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-weeks-friday-five.html' title='last week&apos;s friday five'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4316713397351303344</id><published>2007-09-13T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:31:32.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss btown!</title><content type='html'>2 and a half weeks...i can't wait!!  it will be a homecoming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4316713397351303344?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4316713397351303344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4316713397351303344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4316713397351303344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4316713397351303344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-btown.html' title='i miss btown!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1305604860079066071</id><published>2007-09-13T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:30:49.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the right direction...but still up in the air</title><content type='html'>life is slowly coming together.  i am no longer coloring dora in blaine but have moved in with my aunt, uncle and cousin.  everything seems to be going well and i am very close to the pool that i am coaching at, which was not planned at all and is actually a nice perk.  the drive to work is also pretty smooth...494, besides the bright, blinding sunlight in the eyes every morning is pretty easy going besides the hold up in bloomington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've coached 3 days and have enjoyed all of them.  the coaches are amazing and, well...nice.  which is a contrast from my last coaching experience.  i'm trying to learn all of the kids names as fast as i can so i can easily get their attention to correct them.  right now i'm in a funk where i will mention what i see to my co-coach and we chat about whether we need to mention it to the swimmer.  it's been a little hard to get back into my coaching personality.  each day is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i'm itching to get my own place.  i haven't had a bedroom that is actually MINE since may.  i'm not complaining as i am fortunate to everyone who  has helped me out...but i really really miss my bed and all of it's down feathers.  i have to wait another month before i can actually start figuring that out though...i need to figure out where i will be working.  no word has really been said about whether i will stay at where i'm interning, all i know is that i will need a job!  the downtown life was appealing to me, but now a place close to the pool is starting to look good.  everything can change in a month though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1305604860079066071?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1305604860079066071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1305604860079066071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1305604860079066071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1305604860079066071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-right-directionbut-still-up-in-air.html' title='in the right direction...but still up in the air'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-2327081956093084800</id><published>2007-09-01T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:50:38.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>friday five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://friday5.org"&gt;cost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. What’s something you suspect you regularly overpay for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...gas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. What’s something you suspect you regularly underpay for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing...everything is expensive!  i sometimes think that the clearance items are still too expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. What’s taking up more of your time than it should?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably driving...but I enjoy it.  That and i think i'm on the computer too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What’s causing you stress only because you let it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. If all your karma were based on your positive and negative attitudes, would it be in good shape, in bad shape, or perfectly in balance?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty positive person, so I would say good shape but we all know that there is a little negativity everywhere, so I would guess in balance with a slight lean to the positive side:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another friday five, but i don't like it as much.  i guess i'll answer it when i find the questions amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-2327081956093084800?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2327081956093084800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=2327081956093084800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2327081956093084800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/2327081956093084800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-five.html' title='friday five'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-183340022218796761</id><published>2007-08-30T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:39:01.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last weeks friday five</title><content type='html'>I used to do these all the time until the site shut down.  Now two new ones have open up...giving me something to blog about again!  so here is last weeks friday five...and tomorrow i'll do this weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  What were the circumstances surrounding your last all-nighter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last all nighter was for school purposes...I was working on a project while portfolio semester, so my time was very limited.  I spent many nights in my office until the wee hours of the morning until my advisor told me that i HAD to get at least 5 hours of sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  What’s your favorite stay-awake-and-alert food or drink?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favorite...it's usually water or diet pop with some sort of snack...popcorn, crackers, candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  What are you most likely to be doing when you’re up in the late, late hours of the night?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework!  but not anymore.  now if i'm up, there usually isn't a good reason for me to be up.  but i find i do some of my best art/designing at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  In what way does your personality change when you are sleep-deprived?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not by much...in some cases, i go into overdrive and get a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.  If you get home extremely tired and extremely hungry, which need are you most likely to satisfy first?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...food! it's always food.  at night anyway...i'll stay up to make sure i get everything done at night before i sleep...but if i'm tired during the day, and i have time, i will make sure i take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-183340022218796761?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/183340022218796761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=183340022218796761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/183340022218796761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/183340022218796761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-weeks-friday-five.html' title='last weeks friday five'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4870156670663530876</id><published>2007-08-20T22:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:25:59.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Silly</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/vMdhbaUU9Gk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vMdhbaUU9Gk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my little cousin Savanna and I, playing with her Dad's web cam.  She really amazes me.  Every day she asks when I will be coming home and waits for me...then she follows me around once I'm home, waiting patiently for me to have time to play with her!  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes week 3 of work.  Hopefully I won't mess anything up this time.  I also start waitressing Thursday and I'm trying to get into Biolife so that I can make some gas/food money.  I can't wait for my first paycheck!&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/5986558-4870156670663530876?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4870156670663530876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4870156670663530876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4870156670663530876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4870156670663530876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-silly.html' title='Being Silly'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5961210909033389085</id><published>2007-08-16T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:54:21.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>swim coach</title><content type='html'>i got the swim coaching job!  that makes me pretty excited.  however, i'm not excited to kiss away my friday nights until 7 pm.  that means if there is any weekend traveling, i won't arrive anywhere until late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so freakin excited!  foxjets are the biggest and fasted team in minnesota...and minnesota is a fast state.  the team has sent 2 swimmers onto olympic trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!  no i just have to figure out where i will be living in september.  i'm thinking eden prairie with the relatives for the month...then my new roommate should have bought her house in st. paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, julie mae, i will call you...just have to get my definite schedule figured out...should start next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes...i miss bad medicine and you, deedee.  if i don't have to work on saturday or sunday, i'll think about driving up...but i'm thinking it might be best to stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5961210909033389085?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5961210909033389085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5961210909033389085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5961210909033389085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5961210909033389085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/08/swim-coach.html' title='swim coach'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6030028664010975564</id><published>2007-08-15T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:27:35.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2 - the city life</title><content type='html'>so far so good.  i have my own office.  i work 3 days a week.  and...i have an interview for a swim coach position with the fastest team in minnesota.  i have my own room, a sleep number bed, a bathroom with heated floor tiles all to myself, my computer is here, i have a tv in my room, and every night my little cousin waits for me to come home so we can color dora the explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, can't complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but making money would make everything a lot easier...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6030028664010975564?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6030028664010975564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6030028664010975564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6030028664010975564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6030028664010975564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-2-city-life.html' title='week 2 - the city life'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7438585308666696289</id><published>2007-07-23T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:57:42.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>internship!</title><content type='html'>i finally landed something in my field.  in about 2 weeks, i will be starting my internship, which should hopefully lead into a job.  i'm excited...even if they find themselves unable to hire me in the end, it's experience, it's contacts, and it's a shot in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7438585308666696289?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7438585308666696289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7438585308666696289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7438585308666696289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7438585308666696289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/07/internship.html' title='internship!'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-9206428963776869129</id><published>2007-06-20T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:09:05.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still unemployed</title><content type='html'>and i'm getting slightly sick of hanging out at home.  it's not bad, kind of relaxing, but my friends aren't here, or if they are, they are busy, and i really want to be on lake bemidji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend steph posted this on her blog.  it's a scale to rate your friends in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: A friend also known as an aquaintance. Maybe you don't talk to them. Maybe you do. But when you do, it's only because one of the two of you need something from one another. You don't usually hang out. &lt;br /&gt;2: A friend who you call occassionally. Maybe you'll hang out now and again. You know a lot about them. They'd help you out in a pinch.&lt;br /&gt;3: A friend who you hang out with often. Knows you well. Calls/talks to you often. This is the person who'd bail you out of jail, and not ask to be paid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very few number 3's.  I do find it disappointing when you want so desperatly for a person to be one of your number 3's and yet, no matter what you do, no matter how many times you call them, they don't consider you a number 3.  so they can't be your number 3.  i tell you, living in another town, moving on from the town that you called home for the past 5 years, where many of your friends still reside, you find out who your real number 3's are.  and they are all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still nothing new on the job front. i'm not moving to reno, i guess if you call that new.  the board of directors wanted a senior marketing director, that which i am not.  so now i'm looking at the cities again.  when ever i see a job in another state, it looks tempting, but then i chicken out.  so...i guess it's the cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in a week.  i think i might need to go back to bemidji for that weekend.  celebrate a little, as i'm not sure if i will be doing a whole heck of a lot of that here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-9206428963776869129?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/9206428963776869129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=9206428963776869129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/9206428963776869129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/9206428963776869129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-unemployed.html' title='still unemployed'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4572205692805911061</id><published>2007-05-21T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:00:38.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unemployment</title><content type='html'>well...i'm officially one hour into my life unemployed.  i'm watching tv, i just ate some breakfast, and i think i'm going back to sleep.  right after i dispose of my roommates birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to be unemployed for long.  the money situation does worry me.  and i do have a lead on a job.  i should here back on more of that today.  i really want this job.  it will involve a move to reno, but i'm pretty psyched for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for today:&lt;br /&gt;-pack&lt;br /&gt;-lunch with a friend&lt;br /&gt;-if it's nice out...i'm laying outside for a bit&lt;br /&gt;-go to old workplace to pick up rest of my stuff&lt;br /&gt;-oil change&lt;br /&gt;-walk&lt;br /&gt;-call landlords to check out how to get my deposit back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4572205692805911061?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4572205692805911061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4572205692805911061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/foodandentertaining/recipes/articlebhg.aspx?cp-documentid=287079&amp;GT1=10014"&gt;here's one to bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3867662146544577886?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3867662146544577886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3867662146544577886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3867662146544577886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3867662146544577886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/05/microwave-dinners.html' title='microwave dinners'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6440105297180126502</id><published>2007-05-16T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:59:18.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RktGGW_96wI/AAAAAAAAABA/-I43e4DZmUc/s1600-h/portfolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RktGGW_96wI/AAAAAAAAABA/-I43e4DZmUc/s200/portfolio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065219280975293186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a couple of hours i will go to my last final (ok, not a final, but my group has to do a little bs presentation) and then i will be done with classes, which is pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the not so exciting part is trying to figure out where i am going.  right now it's looking like home, until i get this job situation figured out with my uncle.  he wants to hire me as his marketing director, which is not only flattering but pretty exciting.  the bad news is that i will be moving somewhere completely new, where i won't know anyone.  my plans were to move down to the city, live in a fabulous house with a friend and i would keep myself busy meeting up with all my friends who live down there and going to twins games.  but now it's looking like reno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i said is exciting.  i would be making good money from the sounds of it, so i do have a list of things that i would do if i moved to reno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-new car (i don't think the breeze will make it unfortunatly...)&lt;br /&gt;-the apartment would need 2 bedrooms, one for the visitors.  and a pool.  i'm not living in the desert without a pool.&lt;br /&gt;-a puppy to keep me company&lt;br /&gt;-45 minutes from lake tahoe?  ok!&lt;br /&gt;-pay off bills... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i said...no friends.  no one i know except my great aunt and uncle.  good thing for family.  but this whole job is so scary/exciting/overwhelming/________.  i'm not sure what to think....all i know is that if i'm offered it, i will take it because years from now, i don't want to be kicking myself for not taking a leap and experiencing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i knew where i was moving.  soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((my portfolio went great by the way -- i made my dad cry, but that's not a hard thing to do.  the picture is of me and my banner i made for the gallery displaying...well, me.)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6440105297180126502?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6440105297180126502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6440105297180126502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6440105297180126502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6440105297180126502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-time-in-couple-of-hours-i.html' title='graduation time'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RktGGW_96wI/AAAAAAAAABA/-I43e4DZmUc/s72-c/portfolio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7672864605499353942</id><published>2007-04-25T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:31:30.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i've got a ways to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7672864605499353942?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7672864605499353942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7672864605499353942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7672864605499353942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7672864605499353942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-ive-got-ways-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5419687299268635624</id><published>2007-04-24T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:19:06.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portfolio presentation and graduation is upon me...it's less than a month!  somehow, i've managed not to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my portfolio site up last night.  check it out:  amkrolldesign.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept through my loan counceling session this morning.  i'll have to try and make another date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april 29th...fargo for squeaks graduation&lt;br /&gt;may 5...taking the night off...it's cinco de mayo!&lt;br /&gt;may 9...rehersal, 3:30, bbq following&lt;br /&gt;may 11...biggest day of my life:  portfolio presentation!  i present at 3:30.  presentations start at 1.  refreshments at 3.  bridgeman hall.&lt;br /&gt;may 11...after party for design tech, tjuans.  hi chance i may not be functioning that night......but i deserve to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;may 17th, honor reception, 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;may 18th....10-12 union for graduation brunch&lt;br /&gt;1 pm, line up for the parade!&lt;br /&gt;2 pm graduation!&lt;br /&gt;5:50 dinner at btcc&lt;br /&gt;party and celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;may 21...start my adult life :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5419687299268635624?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5419687299268635624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5419687299268635624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5419687299268635624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5419687299268635624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-portfolio-presentation-and.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6529558189214181439</id><published>2007-04-11T12:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:02:15.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like staying up until 5 am finishing homework and all the other crap that i have to do.  here's what's on my plate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have to get the last 3 essays back from louise, correct the edits in the electronic file, check every paragraph on every page of a 300 page book to make sure that they "flow" and then finish talking to the book printing company in minneapolis and ftp the file to them by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have to finish my 3dh planets file...hopefully today...and send that file down to atlanta for rendering, or at least by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i then have to get that same file up on my portfolio webpage so that i can get my webpage up and working hopefully by the end of this weekend.  flash (the program) is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have to finish my portfolio projects by the end of this week and get them up on my webpage...well soon, so that i can send my resume to a couple of select companies by april 20.  next friday, yes.  i have mucho work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my script is due for my portfolio presentation by monday.  i have it half written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have an identity standards manual (a 20 page book telling someone the correct usage of a logo) that is due monday, but i have to laminate it so it needs to be done by friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have a 2 magazine articles that i have to put together by friday, that are due monday but my group and i have to organize our magazine by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-friday i have to go out and get door prizes for the beaver film fest.  gotta keep the masses happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wednesday night, screen printing beaver film festival tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thursday night, screen printing design guild tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-friday, 3dh presentations for bridgemans open house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monday, class all day, followed by a film fest meeting with all my volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have to do last minute shopping for film fest decor at some point over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'm hosting a bday party at my place on saturday.  preparations need to be made for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-there is a million last minute details that i have to figure out and print out for the beaver film festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-either monday or tuesday night i have to help screen the films and come up with a script for our host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i have to finish sewing my dress by next wednesday.  and that means buying more material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the job situation...i might have a job that fell into my lap.  but now i need to meet with people to figure out its the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my thesis is due april 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that might be it for now.  trust me, i am busy.  but if you want to believe you are busier than me...well then, by all means, go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6529558189214181439?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6529558189214181439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6529558189214181439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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suck&lt;br /&gt;-that i won't get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHES:&lt;br /&gt;-that i didn't have to spend my waking hours (and it's getting close to my sleeping hours...seriously.  if one more thing goes wrong...)&lt;br /&gt;-that i could stand my ground better&lt;br /&gt;-that my thesis would write itself&lt;br /&gt;-that june was here.  (but that i didn't miss a second of the next two months)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-193029940913660914?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/193029940913660914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=193029940913660914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/193029940913660914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/193029940913660914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/04/worries-and-wishes-worry-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-315121370293287882</id><published>2007-03-21T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:17:00.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just won my dream portfolio on ebay.  it's red, there's 2 of them, 2 different sizes.  for all this homework crap i have to deal with right now...this totally makes my day.  i'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-315121370293287882?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7336473606962539015</id><published>2007-03-19T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:41:07.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i. hate. life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7336473606962539015?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7336473606962539015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7336473606962539015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7336473606962539015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7336473606962539015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5865917779957593195</id><published>2007-03-18T14:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:11:45.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 2 years of eurospring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss it each and every day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5865917779957593195?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5865917779957593195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5865917779957593195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5865917779957593195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5865917779957593195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-2-years-of-eurospring-i-miss-it.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5048051696768965481</id><published>2007-02-14T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:21:00.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i would get that out there.  here's what is new in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially have a roommate:  MS. LINDSI JO GISH!  you have no idea how excited the two of us are.  we're in the process of house (townhouse, condo) hunting.  we're trying to find the perfect place in a perfect city.  it's going to be the most fabulous house ever because we both kind of want to find some sort of special house that needs a little bit of a fixer upper...i love diy and so does she...so FRICKEN EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...just working on my portfolio and getting everything done for graduation.  a long ways away, i know, but i have lots to do...maybe even score a job in the process?  we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that...happy valentine's day.  and if you're the down in the dumps type...just remember that someone out there loves you.  maybe not me... but someone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5048051696768965481?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5048051696768965481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5048051696768965481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5048051696768965481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5048051696768965481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-just-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-5309062695427867318</id><published>2007-02-05T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:42:56.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RcekppUlJiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFc1YXX4bL4/s1600-h/sammysingingcakefull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RcekppUlJiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFc1YXX4bL4/s200/sammysingingcakefull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028168544356214306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday squeakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i can't get you the sammy the singing birthday cake featured at left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you get me in 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you have a fabulous day of turning old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love squishy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-5309062695427867318?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5309062695427867318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=5309062695427867318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5309062695427867318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/5309062695427867318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-squeakers-i-am-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RcekppUlJiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kFc1YXX4bL4/s72-c/sammysingingcakefull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4131781810063014876</id><published>2007-02-05T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:42:21.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more reasons to hate monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally made it out of bed this morning.  it took awhile.  i was going to go swimming and texted the 2 guys i go swimming with to see if they were going.  either they did and didn't want me to come with, or they didn't get up to go swimming either.  either way i wish they would at least text back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my roommates ate my pineapple pizza that i had saved for myself in the fridge especially for breakfast this morning.  i was completely looking forward to it...that and it was probably the only thing i really had ready for breakfast.  except i didn't get it.  because someone ate it.  who eats other people's food?  i don't eat theirs.  makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get on campus (and i think my eyelashes were starting to freeze together...damn its cold!) and attempt to drop off my painting stuff so i don't have to lug it around.  the painting room door is still locked.  i guess i have to drag this monstrosity around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was cancelled.  yes, i am happy, but at the same time...i could have just slept in.  and i almost did except i told myself i wasn't going to miss a class this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and bought a cappucino.  i tastes horrible.  ick.  almost 3 dollars of grossness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm sitting at work.  at least i get an extra 2 hours on my paycheck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4131781810063014876?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/4131781810063014876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=4131781810063014876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4131781810063014876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/4131781810063014876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-reasons-to-hate-monday-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-7234867012079454369</id><published>2007-01-23T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:15:08.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last first day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa dragged me out of bed at 6:30 this morning to work out.  it was pretty liberating.   all in all i did about 4 miles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, showered, listened to some vh1 music videos as i dried my hair and did my make-up.  i went for the sweatshirt and jeans look for now...i'll change later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made myself a slice of wheat french toast and made my lunch (veggie burger and leftover broccoli cashew salad with a diet cherry coke).  packed that up, turned everything off and then ran to the postoffice to mail a book that was supposed to be mailed last week (oops!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work, i finally finished my preliminary portfolio webpage.  it's pretty cool cause it's in flash!!  check it out here...then leave me some comments on what would be cool to do with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bemidjistate.edu/atc/staffsites/akroll/"&gt;http://www.bemidjistate.edu/atc/staffsites/akroll/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one class today?  jewelry and metal making.  boring.  went over the syllabus and safety proceedures.  all of what should have taken 45 minutes.  but no...we have an adhd teacher who rambled on for half an hour on who should get into the class (we had extras wanting to get in...the class usually only takes 14 students...we had a 4 extras today).  gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now...done with work.  i'm going to go see if my loan check came.  then i'm going to deposit it and then possibly go swimming.  then...date night with jennie!  i think a marg would be the perfect way to celebrate my last first day of school!  one semester left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-7234867012079454369?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/7234867012079454369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=7234867012079454369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7234867012079454369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/7234867012079454369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-last-first-day-of-school-tessa.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3392515118509764485</id><published>2007-01-16T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:09:58.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided that i need to get out of this stupid funk that i'm in and realize that people have much bigger problems than me and that they need my help right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear.  i hate boys.  they don't realize just what emotional turmoil they are putting on me.  especially when i don't know you and you call me things such as "conceeded," "bipolar," and "the most unsocial person i know" when i tell you i'm tired.  asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that and they just don't listen to what exactly i'm trying to tell them before they act.  stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think things are starting to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my radio died again in my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3392515118509764485?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3392515118509764485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3392515118509764485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3392515118509764485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3392515118509764485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-decided-that-i-need-to-get-out.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-362797555134888320</id><published>2007-01-15T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:30:57.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm a model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bemidjistate.edu/bsustore/football/greybscolorlongsleeve.htm"&gt;check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-362797555134888320?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/362797555134888320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=362797555134888320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/362797555134888320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/362797555134888320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-model-check-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3741235313723543577</id><published>2007-01-11T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:09:26.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;damn you keith urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;your songs make me cry. and unfortunatly, you're the only one i want to listen to right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3741235313723543577?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3741235313723543577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3741235313723543577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3741235313723543577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3741235313723543577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-you-keith-urban-your-songs-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-337623844900278670</id><published>2007-01-10T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:23:51.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;life hates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i had one of the worst days ever.  it involved  learning that  my favorite manager was quiting, problems with certain people that i won't elaborate on, my cd/radio decided to quit with my new keith urban cd in it, and i dismissed a boy from my life (he decided to date someone else and not tell me...and then tried to break it off with me by blaming me.  as if.  he has way more to be blamed about).  tessa and i will be dropping his things off at his place tonight whether he wants them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT today is a new day.  my cd/radio started working again, although it was reset, i slept in a little bit, and its nice to know that i will not be lied to from someone i love for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure the tears will eventually subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i do want to get the hell out of bemidji right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, please, i don't want to hear any good for yous or anything.  he's still my friend.  and it just makes me cry again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-337623844900278670?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/337623844900278670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=337623844900278670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/337623844900278670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/337623844900278670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-hates-me-i-think-i-had-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3409769377955323046</id><published>2007-01-08T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:39:54.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...here it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...here it is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well, here's the new template.  i actually just modified the old one and it took me all day!  good thing i can count it as learning css ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;let me know what you think...or if you have any suggestions.  i might try and add some color later...we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3409769377955323046?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3409769377955323046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=3409769377955323046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3409769377955323046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/3409769377955323046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-it-is-well-heres-new-template.html' title='...here it is...'/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1383659033086727177</id><published>2007-01-05T16:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:01:42.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm making a new template for the blog.  it's a new year.  out with the old, in with the new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1383659033086727177?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1383659033086727177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1383659033086727177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1383659033086727177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1383659033086727177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-making-new-template-for-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6907533007277089850</id><published>2007-01-05T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:58:52.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RZ7KE7-T1PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FupXjzDjWMU/s1600-h/unit_d5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RZ7KE7-T1PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FupXjzDjWMU/s200/unit_d5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016669221104637170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie and i want to live here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stonearchapartments.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6907533007277089850?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6907533007277089850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=6907533007277089850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6907533007277089850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/6907533007277089850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/katie-and-i-want-to-live-here.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RZ7KE7-T1PI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FupXjzDjWMU/s72-c/unit_d5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-8717976403415006446</id><published>2007-01-05T13:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:02:13.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for a kiss to be really good...you want it to mean something. you want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head. so that when your lips finally touch, you feel it everywhere. a kiss so hot and so deep that you never want to come up for air. you can't cheat your first kiss, nicole. and trust me, you don't want to...because when you find the right person, that first kiss? it's everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dr. alex karev&lt;br /&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-8717976403415006446?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/8717976403415006446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=8717976403415006446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8717976403415006446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/8717976403415006446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-kiss-to-be-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-4122688935181420227</id><published>2007-01-05T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:58:25.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas was good.  and now i'm back in btown.  with more stress.   augh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-4122688935181420227?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3265587097380166510</id><published>2006-12-21T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:00:38.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this off of anothers blog.  kind of like it.  others may not, but i kind of do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know boys are a funny thing. I mean you look around Bemidji and there is not much to choose from. Let's face it; Bemidji is not the ideal place to meet guys. Oh yes there is some great eye candy up there, what with all those Canadians so close to the border and with all those business majors and their hot ties (I like men's ties what can I say??). But truly, there is not a whole lot to pick from. But then fate steps in and BAM! Like a freight train headed due north, it hits you. You are looking for something that doesn't exist, not truly. My mother and I were dress shopping today and I was having the worst time picking a dress that I truly loved. Now granted i am a VERY picky person when it comes to my dress, but there was not much to choose from in that department either. Well, as i was complaining to my mother about the lame selection aloud in the third store we walked into, she turned to me and said "_____, you aren't going to find that perfect dress because the image that you have in your mind, the dress of your dreams is only in your mind and no dressmaker can bring that to life for you". As I continued looking I realized that i had been taking the same approach I did for dresses, to men. I have always imagined an ideal man. Someone perfect, someone wonderful, funny, intelligent, etc. I had even created a list of the qualities i was looking for in the man I would date, or at least end up with. But then i realized, that man doesn't exist nor will he ever. I am looking for a dream, a figment of my imagination. Someone so perfect and wonderful no human can compare. And so all this time as I was struggling to not only find that perfect person, but that perfect person interested in ME, I had missed many chances at perfectly wonderful human relationships. I have feared i would end up alone and single all the rest of my days but I realized if that happened it would be my own fault because i never allowed the perfectly wonderful guy to approach me while I was waiting for a saint. And so I apologize to all the men in my life that i have let down and hurt. I have been trying to reform myself and hopefully when i return in the spring I will have loosened up a bit and will be much more... approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just thought it was interesting, despite the rambles, because i think it's completely true.  men are not perfect, just as women are not either.  i embrace a man's imperfectness...i think its great character.  and if they mess up?  i forgive them, just as i would forgive anyone else, because i know it could happen to me too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3265587097380166510?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3265587097380166510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1678228218628454972</id><published>2006-12-14T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:17:26.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>300 dollar check..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please get here sooooooonn..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am broke.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still need to buy my squeaky an xmas gift.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1678228218628454972?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-3205306790226938915</id><published>2006-12-14T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:47:09.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this may be one of the most challenging things i've ever had to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you comfort someone who has lost a family member to suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they need to grieve, but my heart hurts for them, having to watch them go through this pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to take it away from them and make it all better.  but i can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-3205306790226938915?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-6473848915475059544</id><published>2006-12-11T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:02:00.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happened to haloscan?  i can't see if someone leaves me a comment...i went to their website and it seems as if the whole site is down.  hopefully not for good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...until haloscan comes back up or until i can get a new message thingy...shot me comments here:  &lt;a href="mailto:giggles1444@hotmail.com"&gt;giggles1444@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-6473848915475059544?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1390623564354880272</id><published>2006-12-11T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:57:57.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE best website ever. i have a new obsession (along with the thrift store from below). go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RX4n_n7Fm9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAL-M3SvjVo/s1600-h/il_430xN.5320658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007483809684626386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/RX4n_n7Fm9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LAL-M3SvjVo/s200/il_430xN.5320658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's a website where people can buy and sell hand made items. check out the necklace i just bought for $3. that's including shipping and handling. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, check it out...i have a feeling a lot of money (or maybe not so much??) will be spent there.  or i can at least get  ideas for myself to make artsy craftsy things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1390623564354880272?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1390623564354880272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1390623564354880272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-1722858445573322885</id><published>2006-12-11T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:45:37.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my papers are done...well, besides my thesis.  i'm going to work hard on that this xmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tests left.  1 will be hard.  i think i will be eating tuna fish sandwiches for the rest of the week.  but everything is well spaced out that i think i will be golden.  i'm just excited to finish this semester off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new secret obsession?  value thrift ...or whatever the thrift store is called that's located right outside of btown on south 71.  it's amazing.  i've bought some pretty amazing things there.  i'm pumped to buy even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i do have to watch what i spend.  i'm buying a macbook with a dual processor (i like both platforms so well...i can't believe there is a computer with both!) in february.  i love loan money.  but i'm sure it doesn't like me back.  there will be payback one day, but for my new computer?  i can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last weekend was amazing, yet challenging.  i won't go into it, but i think it definetly brought me and a friend much closer together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-1722858445573322885?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/1722858445573322885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=1722858445573322885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1722858445573322885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/1722858445573322885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-my-papers-are-done.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-468500359012071947</id><published>2006-12-11T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:39:30.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something to read?  here's my last paper.  if you're going to criticique it...be nice.  a lot of hard work went into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period Project Essay&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican:  What is its Function?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter’s Basilica, located in the Vatican City, Rome, is a place of pilgrimage for all those who practice not just Catholicism, but Christianity.  Every day, 17,000-23,000 people line up outside the walls of Vatican City to venture inside.  They each have different reasons for being there, ranging from jobs to daily mass to tourism, with many making their way to place their hand upon the foot of the giant statue of St. Peter, some even kissing his foot, thanking him for their safe journey to visit his final resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many people visiting the basilica each day, it is curious to wonder what the common tourist sees as the function of the basilica.  I had a chance to visit the basilica in April of 2005 with a group of students.  St. Peter’s Basilica and its square were the last part of our tour through the Vatican; we were starting with the Vatican museum and then we made our way through the Sistine Chapel before entering the basilica.  The Vatican is the home of many priceless pieces of artwork, most commissioned by Roman Pontiffs over the last 500 years.  St. Peter’s Basilica is one of the largest works of art in Vatican City, as Michelangelo’s dome is visible in the skyline.  Before I had the chance to visit St. Peter’s, I did not know the history of the basilica, and upon entering the basilica, I found that it hosted many important and impressive pieces of art, most of them donated to the church.  I had no idea of what St. Peter’s Basilica actually stood for and it’s curious to wonder how many others visit the basilica as a museum and not a church.  It seems to me that St. Peter’s may have somewhat of the same problem that Susan Slyomovics argued in her essay, “Cross-Cultural Dress and tourist Performance in Egypt,” where she states that tourists visiting Egypt seemed to be lured in by ancient Egypt but are “seldom aware of Egypt’s other attractions” (Slymovics).  It seems as in some cases, the lure of the artwork, altars, monuments and grottos are so strong that visitors are seldom aware of St. Peter’s actual meaning.  Although daily mass attracts thousands of people, 50 percent of people who enter St. Peter’s are tourists; but are they there to honor St. Peter or are they there to view its priceless artwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to know why St. Peter’s Basilica was erected in order to better understand the buildings function.  St. Peter’s Basilica was built to honor St. Peter; one of Jesus’ first named disciples.  Peter was born Simon Bar-Jona and his brother, St. Andrew, another apostle of Christ, led him to Jesus.  Peter was not always one to follow the rules and was usually described as unlearned and ignorant.  He refused to let Jesus wash his feet and usually did not think before acting, in one case he sliced off the ear of the high priest servant at the moment of Christ’s arrest.  However, he was very devoted to Jesus and had a great sense of humanity.  Peter was the one who led the disciples back to Jesus when they became frustrated with Jesus’ teachings, claiming to whom else shall we go?  Jesus eventually renames Peter, his name meaning rock.  Jesus told Peter that he is the rock and is to be the foundation of the church. He is mentioned in the Bible to be the first disciple and after Christ’s crucifixion and rising, Christ appears resurrected to Peter first.  Peter and Paul, another saint spreading the word of Christianity and Christ, came to Rome to spread the faith of Christ as Rome was the capital of the empire.  Peter was the first bishop of Rome and later the first pope.  Christians decided that they should name a new pope after St. Peter died to continue to lead the Christians on Earth.  Peter was eventually crucified by Nero, emperor of Rome at the time, as Nero had a great dislike of Christians.  Nero crucified him in his circus and he was buried nearby, outside the arena, on the side of Vatican Hill.  He was crucified head downward on a cross because he claimed he was not worthy to die in the same manor as Christ.  He appears with keys in his hands in many statues as he holds the keys to the church and when he arrives in heaven, he will hold the keys to the gates of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Peter’s death, Christians began to pilgrimage to Rome to visit St. Peter’s grave.  Small churches and hospices arose in the area due to all the people.  Pope Leo IV surrounded the area with walls and towers which are still preserved today.  Due to the large amount of people making their way to Rome to visit St. Peter’s grave, Constantine, the emperor of the time, decided to build a basilica in honor of the Apostle Peter, choosing to build it right on top of Vatican Hill, where St. Peter is supposedly buried.  The basilica was also built on top of a Roman cemetery, using tombs laid to the west of the building as part of the basilica’s foundation.  Constantine was determined to build the central most sacred part of basilica right above St. Peter’s resting place, however, no one for many years was even sure if that exact place was were St. Peter rested.  In 1968, Pope Paul VI did announce that there was evidence that clearly states that St. Peter does rest directly under the altar of the old basilica and now the new basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is built in reverse of how churches before the Constantinian Era were built.  Before Constantine, the sanctuary of the church was at the East end.  At St. Peter’s the sanctuary is at the West and the entrance at the East.  This was so when whomever was giving the sermon at the high alter, the rays of the rising sun fell on that person.  It is also said that during vernal equinox, at dawn, the doors of the church would be thrown open to let the first rays of dawn hit St. Peter’s shrine.  This had to do with Constantine being a sun worshipper and the Romans identifying Christ with the god of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old basilica is based off the Roman Hall of Justice Basilica.  The chief judge’s throne turned into the bishop’s throne and assistant judges’ benches are where the worshippers now sat.  The basilica also has 2 side aisles on each side of the nave, or the main aisle, which is different from the basic basilica plan and helps to support the weight of the roof.  Also different is the transept that was added to the front of the basilica.  This was added to help fit in all the people who came to worship and to create a Latin cross shape for the church.  A narthex was also built to provide a place for those who had not yet been baptized.  The basilica was finished rather quickly in 349 Common Era.  It was built using remnants and bits and pieces of other buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, old St. Peter’s began to decay.  There was no one around for worship or to light candles for worship and there were cattle grazing off weeds in the atrium and actually entering the church.  It was also discovered that the only thing holding the church up was the roof beams.  The gold doors that once adorned the front of the church were stolen as war trophies by the German troops of Barbarossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope Nicholas V was the first to suggest rebuilding the basilica.  Nicholas did not see all of his plans finished.  He also had plans to restore Vatican City, which only a part of the city was rebuilt during his time.  Pope Julius II took over the construction, and went looking for a new design for the church that would represent the great papacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julius took on the construction of the basilica with demolition that took place bit by bit so that people could still visit.  The start of demolition of the largest part of the old church took place on April 18, 1506.  Bramante was whom Julius picked to design and rebuild the church.  Bramante was inspired by the Pantheon and had designed the new church to have a Greek cross plan, so that when looking down at the church from above, it would resemble a Greek cross.  The new basilica would be 5.78 acres and would be able to sit 60,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works on the church then stopped for 20 years and when they started back up again there was a new pope and Bramante had also passed away.  There was then a new competition between artists and their designs for the continuation of the reconstruction of the church.   There were arguments between whether to continue the Greek cross design or to go with a Latin cross design, where one of the wings would be longer than the rest.  Michelangelo finally took over the design as he really appreciated Bramante’s beautiful design plans.  Michelangelo left his mark on the plans with the design of the dome at the top of the church, which today is one of the basilica’s most prominent features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelangelo was not able to see the finish of his dome.  In 1593, Giacomo Della Porta and Domenico Fontan took over construction.  With each pope, Bramante’s initial design changed a little and there were many changes made due to the short amount of time each pope held the papacy.  Pope Paul V decided to restore the basilica to its original Latin cross plan and eventually architect Carlo Maderno came and added 3 chapels to each side of the building and conducted the naves up to the current façade, which construction for was terminated for 400 years and the plans restored in 2000.  The new basilica was finally consecrated in November 1626.  In April of 2006, the Vatican celebrated 500 years of the construction of the new St. Peter’s Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since St. Peter’s was first constructed, it has been accumulating pieces of now famous artwork under its large ceiling.  It is home for many alters and monuments of well known saints and moments in Catholicism, some of these saints even buried in the grottoes and necropolis located below the basilica.  Probably the most famous piece of work would be Michelangelo’s Pieta.  The piece was commissioned by French cardinal Jean Bilheres de Lagraulas and was first located in the Old St. Peter’s and was later reinstalled in the new basilica.  The sculpture is of the Virgin Mary holding the body of the now dead Jesus on her lap.  It is said that this sculpture is Michelangelo’s most “finished” piece of work.  This may be a very accurate statement as it is the only piece that Michelangelo has ever signed, as he went back to carve his name into his Pieta after visitors started saying it was another artist’s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece that was originally in the old basilica would be Giotto’s Navicella, which is now restored over the main portico when you first enter the basilica.  The mosaic, which is much smaller than what it originally used to be due to construction between the two basilicas, shows St. Peter walking on water during a storm.  It is to represent the church and no matter how much the church has to deal with storms and oppositions, it will never fall, as it has a sturdy foundation.  To the right of the main portico, is the Holy Door.  Made by Vico Consorti, it is made of bronze, though originally wood, and on its door shows the sins that man has made through time.  Every 25 years it is opened by the pope, during Jubilee.  It is said that when a pilgrim to the church walks through the doors, all of there debts will be pardoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant papal altar, made by Bernini, rests directly over St. Peter’s resting place.  His first work for the church, it took 9 years to complete and is made of Greek marble and bronze borrowed from the Pantheon.  It also sits directly below Michelangelo’s dome and is the exact size to fit perfectly inside of the sky light in the center of the dome.  Michelangelo’s dome is another great installment of the St. Peter’s.  It was his gift to the church; he accepted no money for the design or construction of it, although he was not able to see it finished.  It adds light to the large basilica and the windows that surround the lower portion of the dome give the dome a floating look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork, alters, monuments and grottos that St. Peter’s and the Vatican offer to view is how some people understand Catholicism; it is a better way for them to interpret what they believe in and what they stand for as a catholic.  As art historian Elizabeth Lev says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see how the work of Bernini reveals the interaction of the Holy Spirit throughout the church.  When Bernini is working in St. Peter’s he’s trying to make us understand the presence of the Holy Spirit.  When Michelangelo’s in the church, he’s trying to give us more of the physical presence of God.  So the way that art and history and this sacredness of place all work together, provides just a draw to St. Peter’s.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is argued that with so many people entering St. Peter’s each day and the size of daily mass growing, that St. Peter’s will need to determine what exactly it’s function is.  Many people entering the basilica are there to see and be amazed by the art work, to gaze at the towering building, and to visit the grotto located below the building.  But how many people are actually there to honor St. Peter and what exactly his basilica stands for; what it was built for?  It needs to be remembered that these pieces of art where made for those who pilgrimage to honor St. Peter, to help better understand his story and how he made it possible for you to understand Jesus’ story.  It will be interesting to see how the Vatican deals with the growing number of people who come to St. Peter’s, whether they will need to expand the already large space provided for visitors.  My only piece of advice to the future visitors is to know why St. Peter’s Basilica is there for you and know that the basilica and all that it holds inside were made to help you better understand the presence of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baumgarten, Paul Maria. “Basilica of St. Peters.”  The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume XIII. Published 1912. New York: Robert Appleton Company. Nihil Obstat, February 1, 1912. Remy Lafort, D.D., Censor. Imprimatur. +John Cardinal Farley, Archbishop of New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvesi, Maurizio.  “Treasures of the Vatican:  St. Peter’s Basilica, the Vatican Museums and Galleries, the Treasure of St. Peters, the Vatican Grottoes and Necropolis, the Vatican Palaces.”  World Pub. Co. Cleveland.  1962.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hersey, George L.  “High Renaissance and Art in St. Peter’s and the Vatican:  an Interpretive Guide.”  Chicago:  University of Chicago Press.  1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Interview with Elizabeth Lev.”  http://www.stpetersbasilica.org/People/LizLev.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McNally, Augustin Francis.  “St. Peter’s on the Vatican; The First Complete Account in Our English Tongue of its Origins and Reconstruction.”  New York, Strand Press. 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter’s Basilica.org.  http://www.stpetersbasilica.org.  October 20, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slyomovics, Susan.  “Cross-Cultural Dress and Tourist Performance in Egypt.  Performing Arts Journal, Vol. 11, No. 3, The Interculturalism Issue.  (1989), pp.139-148.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Vatican Collections:  The Papacy and Art.”  The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, and Harry N. Abrams, Inc., Publishers, New York.  1982.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-468500359012071947?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/468500359012071947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=468500359012071947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/468500359012071947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/468500359012071947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-to-read-heres-my-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116581040635328143</id><published>2006-12-10T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:13:26.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that quote was mine.  don't know where it came from :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...do you have a blog up and running right now?  you should let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116581040635328143?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116581040635328143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116581040635328143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116581040635328143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116581040635328143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/square-yes-that-quote-was-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116581017795558247</id><published>2006-12-10T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:09:37.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot how entertaining mean girls was.  it's also a great tool for procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this measly 4 page paper, the only paper i have left to type for my college career (as far as i can see) would be my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116581017795558247?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116581017795558247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116581017795558247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116581017795558247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116581017795558247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-forgot-how-entertaining-mean-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116538534209842104</id><published>2006-12-06T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:09:11.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was weird as i walked through the courtyard and into the next building that had a tunnel, making my way to work after picking up a salad at the union and passing by 18 year olds running after each other in the tunnels...i'm ready to be out.  i'm ready for the real world and a grown up job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of scary when you realize that you've grown up.  but not as scary when you still realize how much growing up you have left to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116538534209842104?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116529707850904325</id><published>2006-12-04T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:37:58.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love how advertising talks to you.  as of right now, i want a cherry colored chocolate phone from verizon.  and i will sing christina aguilera's candy man song every time i see it.  and if i owned one, i would probably put that song as my ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming...$99.  we could make it a contest to see who loves me the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116529707850904325?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116529707850904325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116529707850904325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116529707850904325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116529707850904325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-how-advertising-talks-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116521646117776488</id><published>2006-12-04T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:33:45.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday evening i went out to buy a new shirt (which it seems that this is what my life has amounted to: homework, work, and buying new shirts) with a friend. then i went home and wrestled with my hair for about an hour. it was curled, sprayed and i thought finally somewhat decent. it was nice that others noticed. at keg, the lady bouncer commented on my hair as well as the next 5 random people that i ran into. it was nice to know that an hour spent on looking good was actually noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i proceeded on with my usual saturday night: finding carly and her volleyball friends, dancing, having only 1 drink if that as i usually end up driving, and then when carly and her friends are ready to go home, i offer to drive them so that they don't have to go and find random people to drive them. one of her friends says that its my turn to get drunk next time we go out, which is something i haven't done in a long time. but when you have to worry about getting to the bars and getting home and who you have to entrust to do that duty...i would rather not drink and drive myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116521646117776488?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116521646117776488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116521646117776488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116521646117776488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116521646117776488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-evening-i-went-out-to-buy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116483099037039240</id><published>2006-11-29T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:09:50.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a couple of years ago i was sitting bored at my computer at work.  for some reason i started looking at wedding dresses (for no particular reason at all) and stumbled upon a site call theknot.com.  in order to look at wedding dresses, however, you had to sign up.  which included setting a wedding date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got an email today saying 10 months to go!  it advised me that i should be shopping for my gown, auditioning djs and bands and booking my officient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i better get on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116483099037039240?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116483099037039240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116483099037039240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116483099037039240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116483099037039240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/couple-of-years-ago-i-was-sitting-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116476693457296507</id><published>2006-11-28T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:22:14.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really tired right now and i just want to sleep but i have a ton of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i really want lots of sweets right now.  like frosting.  and chocolate chip cookies.  and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.  but i can thursday night.  i'll try and hold off until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now....back to homework and 3d.  eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116476693457296507?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116465931140678446</id><published>2006-11-27T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:28:33.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my eye is twitching, i'm dead exasted.  i had to do a mad dash across campus today that should have worked off all the food i ate in the past 24 hours...it was a long haul.  i think i'm going to go take a nap and then have at-er again.  to do tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3hd!&lt;br /&gt;-art history paper&lt;br /&gt;-read art history&lt;br /&gt;-inventors of the future paper work&lt;br /&gt;-battle of the bands preparations&lt;br /&gt;-yoga make-up at 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of 3d to do this week.  blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116465931140678446?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116465931140678446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116465931140678446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116465931140678446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116465931140678446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-eye-is-twitching-im-dead-exasted.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116408450996869223</id><published>2006-11-20T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:48:29.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="EC_yspsctnhdln"&gt;Australia's Thorpe retires from competitive swimming&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          By MERAIAH FOLEY, Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="EC_ysptimedate"&gt;November 20, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SYDNEY, Australia (AP) -- Five-time Olympic champion Ian Thorpe retired from competitive swimming Tuesday at the age of 24, saying breaking records "wasn't as inspiring as it should have been."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thorpe, who held a news conference at a Sydney hotel, said he decided at "2:53 on Sunday afternoon" not to swim at next year's world championships in Melbourne and to end his pro swimming career.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="1"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  "It's been a tough decision to make," he said. "I had to pick a time, that was the time. None of my goals included breaking any more world records. I knew how to do it, but it wasn't as inspiring as it should have been."  &lt;p&gt;Speculation swirled for months about whether Thorpe planned to pull out of the world championships or quit the sport entirely. Local media reports predicted Thorpe would pull out of the national trials in Brisbane next month, citing the effects of a recent bout with glandular fever.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plagued by illness, injury and a lack of motivation, Thorpe hasn't competed in a major international event since the Athens Olympics.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thorpe burst onto the swimming scene as a teenager and swam to 13 world records between 1999-2002, becoming an international star after dominating at the Sydney Olympics.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I was catapulted into the international limelight as a kid," he said.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He had to train in California earlier this year to escape the heavy media scrutiny in Australia.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I've reached all the dizzying heights of this sport," he said. "I've also had a tremendous amount of success. I've also had setbacks -- the last round of them sent me to LA where I could focus on what I was doing with fewer distractions than I have here."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thorpe said his training has gone well in the United States, but he still decided it was time to call it a career.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's a very dark question for me. Swimming has been a security blanket," he said. But, "I haven't balanced out my life. I realized I had to prioritize other things and had to let swimming take a back seat -- I'm looking at the next phase."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thorpe and American Michael Phelps are acknowledged as the stars of the sport.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ian was an inspiration and a terrific champion," Phelps said in a statement. "He elevated the worldwide interest in swimming and was a great ambassador to our sport. I wish him the best of luck in the future."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Australian swimmer, nicknamed "Thorpedo," won the 200- and 400-meter freestyle events at the Athens Olympics.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He planned a yearlong break after Athens, claiming "mental fatigue" and hoping to stay fresh for major competitions down the road.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He later decided not to compete at last year's world championships in Montreal, then dropped out of the Commonwealth Games in March.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thorpe, who won five Olympic gold medals and 11 world titles, did not entirely rule out a comeback.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I never rule anything out, but it's not going to happen," he said as more than 100 photographers and reporters packed a hotel conference room for the announcement.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U.S. Olympic Committee spokesman Darryl Seibel called Thorpe a great Olympic champion.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Whenever Michael Phelps and Ian Thorpe were on the pool deck together, there was instant electricity," Seibel said in a statement. "It had the feel of a championship prize fight or game seven in a World Series. You couldn't wait for the race to start, and once it did, you didn't want it to end. It was captivating ... two great competitors who brought out the best in each other and represented the highest values of international competition."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/top/news?slug=ap-thorpequits&amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns" target="_blank"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/top/news?slug=ap-thorpequits&amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116408450996869223?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116408450996869223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116408450996869223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116408450996869223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116408450996869223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-australias-thorpe-retires-from.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116371098316446263</id><published>2006-11-16T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:03:03.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister, the stud that she is, dropped 2 seconds in her 100 fly to take 7th at state the other weekend...and she's a 8th grader. must have been that pixie dust that i made her that said "alli, you can fly!" gf central also took 3rd...the highest they've ever taken at state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pulled out my photography skills.  here's some of my favorite shots that i took from the 2 day event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the girls getting ready for warm-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;central's freestyle relay team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20188.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red river getting ready for parade of athletes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicing starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-belle waiting her turn for starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-belle during her 100 back prelim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team with their trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah before her one of her races...she won both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swimming%2006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swimming%2006%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachaelann getting ready for a back dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what alli says, i think this one is cute (she focuses on her butt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alli doing breaststroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathryn cheering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alli before her 100 fly prelim.  she looks tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the girls doing breaststroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red river cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/state%20swim%2006%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/state%20swim%2006%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle-belle doing backstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/alli_fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/alli_fly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alli doing her pretty butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/tinkerbellback.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/tinkerbellback.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently this picture hates me.  the background is originally all black...and it looks really professional...but right now, it hates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are just a few of my favorites...i took 900 pictures this weekend.  wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116371098316446263?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116371098316446263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116371098316446263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116371098316446263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116371098316446263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-sister-stud-that-she-is-dropped-2.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116370943580744615</id><published>2006-11-16T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T14:37:15.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the other night, i got to be a friend.  granted i had homework assignments flashing through the back of my head, but this once, i got to sit down and listen and help instead of being plugged into a computer, typing up crap and researching and designing.  i felt human again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the other night, i got to cuddle.  i had been missing that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how little emotions and gestures can bring so much meaning into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month till the semesters over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116370943580744615?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116370943580744615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116370943580744615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116370943580744615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116370943580744615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/other-night-i-got-to-be-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116262019676272782</id><published>2006-11-03T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:03:16.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a little truth about me.  i am extremely independant.  i do not take others advice unless i go looking for it.  in fact i despise those who think they can give me advise.  unless i ask you specifically, don't tell me what to do, just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people are just trying to do the right thing, but sometimes, especially for me, the right thing is just to listen.  don't even give me advise.  i more than likely won't take it anyway.  i'm just that stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, you can catch me without my guard up.  i'll be willing to curl up and let someone else actually take care of everything for the moment.  after awhile i'll realize what i've done and my guard will go back up.  and truthfully, i prefer it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116262019676272782?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116262019676272782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116262019676272782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116262019676272782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116262019676272782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-little-truth-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116257648554998611</id><published>2006-11-03T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:54:45.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.2?  heck yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i can still loose weight after eating a pumpkin pie blizzard at dairy queen the day before weigh in.  how i did it?  i will never know.  total = 9.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the semester (yes end...it's coming to an end...there are only so many weekends left to do homework) homework:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thesis, thesis, thesis!&lt;br /&gt;-3dh project...completely procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;-art history paper&lt;br /&gt;-world music paper&lt;br /&gt;-journey that matters book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can name more...well, there's tests too...ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trying to stay ahead of the game!  but i would ten times rather be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-working on grad plans&lt;br /&gt;-drinking and dancing with friends&lt;br /&gt;-watching tv&lt;br /&gt;-working on things (such as habitat and design guild things) that mean a little more to me right now&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-finding a job&lt;br /&gt;-making a much cooler resume&lt;br /&gt;-making my resume website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate priorities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116257648554998611?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116257648554998611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116257648554998611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116257648554998611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116257648554998611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/11/2.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116231960727766668</id><published>2006-10-31T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:33:27.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bad week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it technically isn't a bad week.  it may be in terms of weight loss for the week (as i sit and stare at the over flowing bucket of candy someone had to bring into the office), but i guess there are always other weeks.  ktc and i need to hide that damn bucket i think...after sneaking a couple kit kat bars out before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also isn't a bright shining week as elections are coming.  i hate campaigning.  i feel like everyone is fighting and well...i'm not a fighter.  that and i really can't stand the in-your-face-you-will-die-if-you-don't-vote-this-way campaigners.  i'm really not a democrat...or a republican for that matter.  but i do know which way i want to swing the polls.  but do not hate me for wanting to vote other than what you want (which i feel i get most from the liberals).  just chill out, everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's my two bits on elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...its snowing out, i had THE hardest of times finding a parking spot.  but its halloween.  i have all my decorations up...and i've started scavengering for fall decorations.  i'm a regular martha stewart i guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight:  birthday, no supper (because of the all the candy i will consume), and some homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later this week:  commentary for doing anything! (at least that's what i hear...), and atc bowling night on thursday...and maybe karaoke?  we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116231960727766668?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116231960727766668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116231960727766668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116231960727766668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116231960727766668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-week-well-it-technically-isnt-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-116190455360644821</id><published>2006-10-26T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:15:53.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hectic life of andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 nights in a row up until 3 am doing homework.  i crashed on wednesday sleeping from 10:15 until 4...I had classes at 11 and at 1...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot to get done in the next couple of weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked off thesis proposal.  it's getting proofed hopefully as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art history power point presentation&lt;br /&gt;world music paper rough draft&lt;br /&gt;3d designs...and thesis designs&lt;br /&gt;start thesis?&lt;br /&gt;finish the rmrw site&lt;br /&gt;finish the journey that matters edits (yes, my first published book!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more in there.  i'm just trying to stay ahead of the game but it seems like every time i do get ahead, those damn lib ed classes pile on the bull shit busy work homework that takes my time away from the work that does matter.  damn undergraduate program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that and i woke up this morning with a sore throat.  sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...lost 2.8 pounds this week!  tessa and i are going to celebrate with pineapple pizza and ugly betty and grey's anatomy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i'm going to a surprise bday party.  it's a little out of my way but so worth it.  it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also to note...my sister thinks she is a skank and proud of it.  i on the other hand am not.  where did she get these ideas?  (ps...she's 14)  or maybe it's just that i did nothing fun when i was 14.  i had no friends.  i had swimming...swimming was my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...have a fabulous weekend.  i'll try to keep you all better entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116190455360644821?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116190455360644821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116190455360644821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116190455360644821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-116015220096679581?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/116015220096679581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=116015220096679581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116015220096679581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/116015220096679581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/10/thesis-schmesis-ever-had-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115963657584455300</id><published>2006-09-30T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:16:15.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;mmmm bep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun at the black eyed peas concert.  i danced my butt off.  my brother zerek and i felt so bad that our sister alli couldn't be there.  while we were standing in the doorway to get searched before entering, we were going over what she would be doing, wearing and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she would be all like jumping up and down and hyper and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she would have had me do her hair like mine.  and she would have wanted to wear a slutty top.  i would have had to bring one home for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you think mom would let her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have this top that would look really cute on her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to get her a shirt but the one that we were going to get her was all sold out when we went back to get it.  other than that, they really didn't have anything that i think she would have liked.  so we didn't get her anything.  we felt bad though.  we called her when fergie sang london bridge and when they sang the song pump it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that i almost got to party with them?  well, i could have.  i went out with some guy friends and we went to check out the bar that they were at.  the line to get in was about 20-30 minutes and no one wanted to wait that long.  so we went to the bar across the street.  i actually met up with a few high school friends, which was fun.  and i danced some more...but it was the more reggae songs, whch wasn't as fun, but i still had fun dancing...and then london bridge came on...good times.  i wore heals out for this.  i never wear heals.  my feet killed.  i walked back to my car bare foot, it felt sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was my night...i wish i could go to a bep concert every night and just dance.  it was so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115963657584455300?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115963657584455300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115963657584455300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not dead.  just busy.  i haven't been ignoring you, just haven't felt the need to write.  so here's what's up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i consider thursdays the best day of the week.  let me count the ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  grey's anatomy (even though i have to tape it)&lt;br /&gt;2.  ww weigh in.  which means its:&lt;br /&gt;3.  binge night!  i can eat whatever i want all night long for one night only!&lt;br /&gt;4.  its the one night i will allow myself to drink a little.&lt;br /&gt;5.  karoake.&lt;br /&gt;6.  design guild meetings.&lt;br /&gt;7.  maybe a stop at slims...its like coming home!&lt;br /&gt;8.  no homework.  i get it done earlier in the week so i don't have to do it on thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;9.  lots of friends, lots of drunkeness...craziness.&lt;br /&gt;10. sleepovers.  i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i could ramble off more, but i'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this thursday, its my good friend stephanie's 22.  even more reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in east side this weekend for a little concerto by the black eyed peas.  you may have heard of them.  then some quality time with the fam before coming back to homeworkville.  and work.  gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...life is good.  how's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115947186613557230?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115947186613557230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115947186613557230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/Aerial1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/newbies0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/newbies0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/1600/z15608523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5855/264/320/z15608523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last first day of school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.  that's the plan anyways.  it was pretty boring too.  woke up (tried to wake up and do the early morning work out thing but as always it never works), went to first class at 9, had an hour off, another class at 10, an hour off and then another class at 1.  then i worked out, went to work for a few hours and then a habitat meeting.  which i am no longer president of (so i could help train in the new president while i was still in college).  it's going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is my little sister alli's bday.  she is turning the fabulous age of 14.  and if all goes well, she will get her long lost wish of getting a cell phone.  i think it's the only thing she wants more than anything else in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...that was my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saturday (on a side note) happened to be a lucky day for me.  but not too lucky.  off of 4 lotto tickets i won 10 dollars.  and then i came home to find a scholarship check in the amount of 500 written out to me.  i proceeded to buy a powerball ticket thinking that there was no way i could go wrong.  but of course i didn't win.  how freakishly weird would it had been if i did win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you spend your millions on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  school&lt;br /&gt;2.  credit card debt&lt;br /&gt;3.  i would buy my self a house or a car or somthing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then some would go to certain organizations and the rest into some sort of bank investment where it can build over the years.  and then i would retire early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though...tell me your top three.  where would your millions go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115682683586828183?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115682683586828183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115682683586828183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115682683586828183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115682683586828183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-first-day-of-school-hopefully.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115576465592706899</id><published>2006-08-16T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:44:15.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never found myself missing him more.  i thought it was supposed to get better over time...and it hasn't.  and i'm not possitive...but he may have taken a job in another city.  i'll have to check on that.  and if he has, i'll be really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now...i want nothing to do with boys.  none of them seem to want what i want...and that's just not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115576465592706899?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115576465592706899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115576465592706899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115576465592706899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115576465592706899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-never-found-myself-missing-him.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115527705997348887</id><published>2006-08-11T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:17:40.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't had this much fun in weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how come i want to call him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115527705997348887?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115527705997348887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115527705997348887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember the last time i have ever been bought this many clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, sister and i did damage in fargo today and pretty sure the retail stores will be sending thank you letters for the amount we spent.  it was pretty much better than christmas...and nothing is better than christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found some hot deals at old navy where i got a long sleeve tee, pj shorts (that say good morning sunshine), 2 skirts and a halter top all for 30 dollars.  at aeo i scored some yoga pants and another skirt for 20.  i also found the perfect bra today and got 2 of them (sorry if you didn't want to read that...but that's how much i love it), got a new pair of brown shoes, a pair of brown pants, black pants, twill pants and plaid pants, 2 button up blouses, a sweater and a tank...all bought by my mom.  i don't know where she found the money but i can definetly say i'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm shopped out.  too bed and tomorrow i'm back in btown to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115509664740136941?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115509664740136941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115509664740136941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115509664740136941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115509664740136941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/ummmm.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115509629710888850</id><published>2006-08-08T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:04:57.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lyrics on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you love me, then tell me &lt;br /&gt;all of the time &lt;br /&gt;and can i love you, i want to &lt;br /&gt;i want to try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got soul, you got class. &lt;br /&gt;You got style, with your badass - oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not exactly high class songs...but they are on repeat in my head.  they're just a little catchy.  i want to dance every time i hear that christina song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115509629710888850?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115509629710888850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115509629710888850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115509629710888850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115509629710888850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/lyrics-on-my-mind-and-if-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115501259787959844</id><published>2006-08-07T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:49:57.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/giggles1444/dragon147.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hobson Memorial Union sponsored a team in the first-ever Lake Bemidji Dragon Boat Festival August 5th.   Members of the "Beaver Tails" were: Brina Ellison, Jessie Taray, Cody Nelson, Lisa Farwell, Jeremy Anway, Andrew Cashin, Melissa Arneson, Glen Schmidt, Barb Butler, Sam Malloy, Petra Remeta, Mary Tosch, John Larson, Jose Hernandez, Brian Hudson, Rosin Shakya, Nima Lama, Bikram Ale, Gabe Wakanabo, Christina Kippenhan, T.Todd Masman, Tim Stoltenburg, Andrea Kroll, Seth Wymore, and Cory Haack The BSU team palced 18th out of 36 teams with a two-race, average time of 5:04.57, and a great time was had by all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://student.bemidjistate.edu/bsutoday"&gt;--BSU TODAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup...i paddled a boat.  it was so much fun.  i'm telling you...you should be in a dragon boat race.  besides the hard, grueling work...you'll have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss that team and working out phase of my life.  it's gonna hit harder that ever with girls high school swimming season starting.  but i plan to hit the pool hard core this fall...mmmm...chlorine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115501259787959844?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115501259787959844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115501259787959844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115501259787959844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115501259787959844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/hobson-memorial-union-sponsored-team-in.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115501200343699870</id><published>2006-08-07T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:40:03.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sisterly love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hearing the words of my little innocent sister.  she makes everything seem so...much smaller :)  here's our convo as we were falling asleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; we took the boat down the mississippi on to lake irvine and stuff.  it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andi:&lt;/strong&gt; lake irvine?  he lives on that lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; o really?  that must be cool to live on a lake.&lt;br /&gt;andi: yeah, it's nice...did i tell you i'm not with him any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; you aren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andi:&lt;/strong&gt; nope.  cheated on me again.  i forgive once but not twice.  people make mistakes but shouldn't make them twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andi:&lt;/strong&gt; we might see him at the country club tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; really...but i don't want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andi:&lt;/strong&gt; eh, i wouldn't worry about it.  it's not like we would acknowledge each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; can i beat him up for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andi:&lt;/strong&gt; not at the country club.  i can just see it now...alli all of a sudden tearing through the country club after him in an attempt to beat him up.  he'd be like...what the hell?  actually, if he got a good look at you he could probably tell who you were (we look remarkably alike for the 8 year difference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alli:&lt;/strong&gt; no, i don't think so.  he seems to stupid for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...made me laugh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115501200343699870?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115501200343699870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115501200343699870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115501200343699870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115501200343699870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/sisterly-love-i-love-hearing-words-of.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986558.post-115466864776890831</id><published>2006-08-03T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:17:27.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;dragon boat queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've signed up to race in the big dragon boat festival this weekend.  there's opening ceremonies and a parade tomorrow night and then i need to be at the "beaver dam" at 9:15 saturday morning to gear up to race.  i really think we have a good chance of winning.  unfortunatly, i have to work at 4 saturday so if we go into finals...i can't help win.  i kind of like the rowing thing.  in fact when i started college, if bsu had a rowing team, i so would have tried out for it.  because rowing teams sound like so much fun.  fact:  i have never spent so much time on lake bemidji in one week.  i like that there is actually things i can do out on the lake right now that are either free or cheap.  fits my price range!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ex is gone this week, which i think helps.  i don't want to call him as often, or basically, i don't want any contact with him at all for awhile...just to see what it's like without him.  i'm still confused with everthing thing as i know i can't go back to him...but what if, just for the hell of it...i did?  what would happen?  what would people think, say or do?  right now they all tell me how to live my life...i'm just having a hard time trying to figure out if i'm desperate or if i do just want to be with him...because i can and i want to.  it's confusing.  i read this on another blog:  "i'm fine with being me, but it's hard to be me without thinking about us."  this person may have written this with a lot more meaning behind it...but really, i just lost a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so because of the whole thing in the above paragraph and because i have been confined to my glasses to at least the next 3 months...i have a morning spa appointment tomorrow.  i'm getting a body wave put in my hair (ALLI DON'T TELL MOM) and then i'm going to get it cut and i'm going to see if they'll wax the eye brows too.  apparently it's going to be a 3 to 4 hour procedure...and then i'm going to work at the btcc.  woop woop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps....it's payday tomorrow.  i think it will be a fantastic day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5986558-115466864776890831?l=broadcastinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/115466864776890831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5986558&amp;postID=115466864776890831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115466864776890831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5986558/posts/default/115466864776890831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broadcastinglife.blogspot.com/2006/08/dragon-boat-queen-ive-signed-up-to-race.html' title=''/><author><name>andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11930675005449066683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNFUfy7EMcg/SJyQeHvuKYI/AAAAAAAAACM/KVyvJrukcik/s1600-R/P6280047.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
