<?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-7453672166208577436</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:25:03.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malena's Journeys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3890121013716934923</id><published>2010-08-04T18:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:24:56.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've debated for weeks about what to say here.  One word says it best about what I feel inside: Numb.  Despite the fact that I feel sad, alone, distraught, angry, and empty, I really, truly feel nothing inside.  I'm not in healing mode, I'm just try to survive.  Putting one foot in front of the other is next to impossible when your heart hurts too much to move.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I would like to give a sincere thank you to everyone who has helped me and my family get through this immensely difficult time.  If it wasn't for the love and support of those around me, I most definitely wouldn't be making it through.  Words can do so much, but it's those who put their words into action that make me truly feel loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3890121013716934923?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3890121013716934923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3890121013716934923' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3890121013716934923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3890121013716934923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-debated-for-weeks-about-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7246012521524997614</id><published>2010-05-20T23:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:19:43.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' campin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's ward campout time! I won't be blogging tomorrow. No internet---ahhh! I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;See you again Saturday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S_YlxwfejxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nx5Ro_Pkmig/s1600/camping-water-filters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473603933876162322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S_YlxwfejxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nx5Ro_Pkmig/s320/camping-water-filters2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7246012521524997614?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7246012521524997614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7246012521524997614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7246012521524997614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7246012521524997614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/goin-campin.html' title='Goin&apos; campin&apos;!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S_YlxwfejxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nx5Ro_Pkmig/s72-c/camping-water-filters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-176381260303107121</id><published>2010-05-19T21:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:50:09.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little motivation for my sis :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Motivation. That word is a curse word in my dictionary. I don't know how to define it, find it, hold on to it, and I sure as heck don't know how to spread it around. Those brief times in my life that I feel close to it, I find it ripped from my routine never to be found again for years. It's a harsh reality, and more than likely will be a life-long battle to even be able to say it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;outloud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to assist Katee, I've found a few things which will hopefully help her in her own  journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article by Marvin J. Ashton covered all different kinds of challenges, from physical addictions to mental &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;. He says it best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=e5e6ef960417b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nephi&lt;/span&gt; 1:23: Awake, my sons; put on the armor of righteousness. Shake off the chains with which ye are bound, and come forth out of obscurity, and arise from the dust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's easy to fight when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; right,&lt;br /&gt;And you're&lt;br /&gt;mad with the thrill and the glory;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to cheer when victory's near,&lt;br /&gt;And wallow in fields that are gory.&lt;br /&gt;It's a different song when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling infernally mortal;&lt;br /&gt;When it's ten&lt;br /&gt;against one, and hope there is none,&lt;br /&gt;Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much punch in your blow.&lt;br /&gt;You're&lt;br /&gt;glaring and staring and hitting out blind;&lt;br /&gt;You're muddy and bloody, but&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;You haven't the ghost of a show.&lt;br /&gt;It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, my son!&lt;br /&gt;Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in the strife of the battle of life&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to&lt;br /&gt;fight when you're winning;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,&lt;br /&gt;When the dawn of success is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;But the man who can meet despair&lt;br /&gt;and defeat&lt;br /&gt;With a cheer, there's a man of God's choosing;&lt;br /&gt;The man who&lt;br /&gt;can fight to Heaven's own height&lt;br /&gt;Is the man who can fight when he's losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;Things never were looming so black.&lt;br /&gt;But show&lt;br /&gt;that you haven't a cowardly streak,&lt;br /&gt;And though you're unlucky you never are&lt;br /&gt;weak.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;Brace up for another attack.&lt;br /&gt;It's looking&lt;br /&gt;like hell, but - you never can tell;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, old man! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And some who&lt;br /&gt;in brutishness wallow;&lt;br /&gt;There are others, I know, who in piety go&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;of a Heaven to follow.&lt;br /&gt;But to labor with zest, and to give of your best,&lt;br /&gt;For the sweetness and joy of the giving;&lt;br /&gt;To help folks along with a hand&lt;br /&gt;and a song;&lt;br /&gt;Why, there's the real sunshine of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;Fight the good fight and true;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in you mission, greet&lt;br /&gt;life with a cheer;&lt;br /&gt;There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.&lt;br /&gt;Carry on! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;Let the world be the better for you;&lt;br /&gt;And at last&lt;br /&gt;when you die, let this be your cry:&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, my soul! Carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert W. Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Think that it's fun, that you're guided, and that all is well. Think that there's time, that life is easy, and that the best is yet to come. Think that the reasons that elude you will one day catch up, that the lessons that stumped you will one day bring joy, and that the sorrows that have crippled you will soon give you wings. Think that you're important, that you cannot fail, and that happiness always returns. And think that you're beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;--Robert Dooley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY2Yct8LjOo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY2Yct8LjOo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And if all else fails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love ya, sis :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-176381260303107121?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/176381260303107121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=176381260303107121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/176381260303107121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/176381260303107121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-motivation-for-my-sis.html' title='A little motivation for my sis :)'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6920673150603871506</id><published>2010-05-18T23:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:43:05.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ah, another week, another round of MEH songs.  Lets get right to it.  I'm tired and want to go to bed :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt; - I LOVE THIS SONG.  And Eric Hutchinson (the original singer). I'm nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He was OK.  It's not exactly a hard song.  I'm pretty sure I've come close to American Idol status singing this song alone in my car on the way to work.  I can't say I'm fully impressed, as it wasn't a difficult song to pull off.  I need to go listen to the real thing now.  I might post it below :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; - Such a cliche' song :/  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her harmonica is distracting.  I distracted myself over to facebook, which means I wasn't too thrilled.  I guess it was OK.  I'm not a huge fan of the song in the first place, so I really have no say.  Next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pitchy right off the bat.  I've never heard this song before, but it was good.  He got to use the raw parts of his voice, which is great :)  Not too bad, but it didn't blow me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt; - AWW!  I love "Daughters" :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I like the change-up.  It wasn't completely the John Mayer version, which was nice!  The problem is, John Mayer has such a powerful way of singing this song, and I just felt like he fell short on his attempt.  His boredom for the song showed through in a bad way :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; - Oooo...interesting song choice!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Good energy.  The middle of the song where she belted the song out was actually nice!  She wasn't the cliche' yelly Crystal I've been so annoyed with lately.  Nice job, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - I have no idea what this song is.  Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh my gosh...have I ever mentioned Lee is sexy?  Well, tonight he proved it, yet again :)  Aw, Mr. Sexypants got a little emotional :)  I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My money is on Lee :)  Go Mr. SP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6920673150603871506?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6920673150603871506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6920673150603871506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6920673150603871506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6920673150603871506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-then-there-were-3.html' title='And then there were 3...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2969909093676419607</id><published>2010-05-17T21:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:06:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm too depressed to blog tonight.  My poor Suns lost, miserably.  Blah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm going to attempt to donate plasma again tomorrow after work.  Wish me luck!  I need the $$$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2969909093676419607?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2969909093676419607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2969909093676419607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2969909093676419607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2969909093676419607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-night.html' title='Bad night'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7071157355320207468</id><published>2010-05-17T01:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:30:46.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe Sunday naps aren't such a good idea. After all the festivities last night, I was so exhausted I took a SMALL one hour nap. It is now 1:15am and I'm not even a little bit tired. Or maybe it was the massive Dr. Pepper I had. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the beginning of a new week :) Lets hope it's a good one--one that doesn't involve being tragedy, job loss, or anything else that has plagued all our minds lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8okOgw-jn4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8okOgw-jn4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7071157355320207468?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7071157355320207468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7071157355320207468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7071157355320207468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7071157355320207468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/naps.html' title='Naps'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2905486839868515462</id><published>2010-05-16T01:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:23:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My night as a designated driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know how they always say you need to find things out for yourself rather than rely on someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; experiences?  Tonight was that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I agreed to go out with some coworkers tonight for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party.  The plan was to go to dinner and a club.  I've never been to a club before, and had personally never wanted to, but I said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dinner was good.  The club was OK.  All my time was spent people watching, which is usually fun, but not when you see girls provocatively dressed and guys grinding up on them.  Yikes.  My friends all got drunk, which I was expecting.  I proudly wore the bright green "Designated Driver" wristband and sat off to the side the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why is it so hard to convince people not to drive home drunk?  I tried to made sure beforehand that everyone had rides arranged, and half the people said, "I'll be fine.  I'll only drink a little bit."  Yeah, sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I drove two people to their car a few miles away, but they insisted they were fine to drive home.  How do I stop them?  It's so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm so glad clubs and booze aren't my scene.  It was nice to get out of the house, but I cannot see myself ever being in that situation again.  Why do people do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2905486839868515462?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2905486839868515462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2905486839868515462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2905486839868515462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2905486839868515462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-night-as-designated-driver.html' title='My night as a designated driver'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-369763762626387501</id><published>2010-05-15T00:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:08:29.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does anyone watch this show?  *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coughCAMILLEcough&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've had all the episodes on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; for a few weeks and finally decided to watch one.  One turned in to two, and two turned in to me crying and laughing and nearly throwing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can a kid think a tomato is a potato?  Or not recognize &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;?  Or not know french fries come from potatoes?  It's so sad!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please chime in if you're a regular viewer of this show.  I need to have some venting buddies, because I cannot believe the things they showed and I'm so disgusted processed food has taken over the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm certainly not the poster-child for healthy eating, but if anything motivates me to change, it's seeing real life proof and witnessing how something so small can destroy your body and mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Watching how disgusting school food has become makes me want to go binge on celery and apples.  How can we feed our kids this crap?  Better yet, why aren't we doing anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-369763762626387501?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/369763762626387501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=369763762626387501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/369763762626387501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/369763762626387501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/jamie-olivers-food-revolution.html' title='Jamie Oliver&apos;s Food Revolution'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5098494829089752559</id><published>2010-05-13T19:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:01:35.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scottie manacotti turned 12 today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It all started 12 years ago today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was in middle school, 7th grade. Katee was in 8th. We had two sisters that were expecting and anxiously awaiting the arrival of the first unknown-gender baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was on my way to art class with Mr. Winget, and Katee excitedly stopped me in the hall to tell me the good news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Natalie had her baby! And it was a boy! And his name is Scott!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Who names their kid Scott?!" I said :) I then went in to class and proclaimed I had become and aunt for the first time today. Can you tell I was proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fast forward 12 years later, and my Scottie-boy is now old enough to pass the sacrement and enter young mens! Instead of the traditional birthday call, I texted him! Poor kid has a cell phone. I never thought I'd see the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Scottie potty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-zKq0AfapI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4mdT8idMxCg/s1600/scottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470970484212329106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-zKq0AfapI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4mdT8idMxCg/s320/scottie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5098494829089752559?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5098494829089752559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5098494829089752559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5098494829089752559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5098494829089752559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-scottie-manacotti-turned-12-today.html' title='My Scottie manacotti turned 12 today!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-zKq0AfapI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4mdT8idMxCg/s72-c/scottie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5271211710845338948</id><published>2010-05-12T23:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:42:27.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool drains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I took a little dip tonight in the community swimming pool. How great is it to live somewhere that you can go swimming at 9:30 at night in May? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While floating in the calm water, I reminisced about my irrational fear of pool drains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them. I always have. I won't go into a pool unless I've scouted out where every drain and jet is, and when I finally get up the courage to get in, I won't go within 5 feet of any of them. I have no idea where this fear came from, but I've had it for as long as I can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly suggested it's symbolic. Maybe pool drains are representative of obstacles in my life. If that's the case, then food and weight are my pool drains. Maybe if I hold my breath and swim down to the bottom of the pool and make friends with a drain, I'll be cured of all my weight problems. Hmm...if it were only that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maybenow.com/Fear-of-Pool-Drains-q7682397"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; cracked me up!!! Apparently I'm not alone in my fear! It's not anything to do with being sucked into the drains, but just the fact that they're there. I don't know what it is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y-I-K-E-S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-ue1IwNLnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MulcF_1RuxI/s1600/Blue_drain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470640808091528818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-ue1IwNLnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MulcF_1RuxI/s320/Blue_drain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5271211710845338948?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5271211710845338948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5271211710845338948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5271211710845338948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5271211710845338948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-took-little-dip-tonight-in-community.html' title='Pool drains!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-ue1IwNLnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MulcF_1RuxI/s72-c/Blue_drain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8339769963216404758</id><published>2010-05-11T19:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:19:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Top 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Welcome back to another week of reviewing the show that no one cares about anymore, but takes up space on my DVR so I feel obligated to watch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lee - When he sang in the rehearsal, I thought I might die.  Have I ever mentioned he's very, very, very good looking?  I'm pretty sure he's singing to me when he looks so lovingly at the camera :)  I love this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think the song was great for him, but it was very safe.  I loved the rough parts of the song, but the rest was just OK.  He missed the UMPH factor.  It could have been much more creative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Michael - What is this song from?!  It sounds so familiar.  It sounds a bit too gospel, which I guess isn't such a bad thing.  Good vocals.  Very predictable--he needs to branch out more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lee &amp;amp; Crystal - What a great combo!  I liked 90% of it, but they seemed a little flat in some parts.  Maybe they were trying to harmonize too hard.  Hm.  P.S.  I've never seen Lee smile that big :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Casey - Whoa, weird rehearsal.  Not thrilled with the song choice as it's a very boring, flat song.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is it just me or does his hair look crimped?  His vocals were good, but I didn't feel the song at all.  There's just no range in it.  Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Crystal - I think I'm a little Crysal'ed out.  Her voice is a bit nails-on-the-chalkboard-ey now.  It's a good song and the vocals were great, but I think I'm over her powerful-ish voice.  6/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Casey &amp;amp; Mike - Ah!  I love this song!  Don't mess it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Great guitar playing from Casey.  I was impressed.  Not the greatest mix of voices, but good vocals.  Well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ellen's joke at the end sealed the whole show!  "As a matter of fact, yes, I have loved a woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8339769963216404758?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8339769963216404758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8339769963216404758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8339769963216404758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8339769963216404758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/ai-top-4.html' title='AI Top 4!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6370560992411781874</id><published>2010-05-10T21:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:37:20.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm so discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I donated plasma again tonight and got about 95% of the way done, and my veins collapsed!  The tech messed around with the needle in my arm a few times and I immediately got sick.  UGH!  The last time I went in, they told me if I had a lightheaded episode again, they'd permanently defer me from donating plasma again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I asked the people there what the verdict was, but they said the staff doctor (who wasn't there at the time) would have the final say if I got to donate again.  This is so sad!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I drank so much water today I thought I was going to die.  Seriously.  I made myself sick with water!  I didn't even know that was possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6370560992411781874?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6370560992411781874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6370560992411781874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6370560992411781874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6370560992411781874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/second-failure.html' title='Second failure'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8030691305489649269</id><published>2010-05-09T21:48:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:59:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water...yuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was finally able to donate plasma again on Friday night. It took nearly 3 hours, but I finished! My veins collapsed a few times and the phlebotamist said it was because I need to drink more water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My goal tonight is to drink 2 liters of water before bed. Luckily I don't care about waking up to go pee, but I hope I can make it through the night without a stomach ache. Blah! Sometimes water tastes so gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyone have any tips for how to down lots of water? I usually drink double the amount I usually do when I'm drinking it with a meal--that's the only tip I can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Check out my battle scar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-eR0ocN8MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EY2dpqRD-3k/s1600/arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469500605859754178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-eR0ocN8MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EY2dpqRD-3k/s320/arm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hope all you mothers had a great mother's day! Yesterday was my 100th blog post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8030691305489649269?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8030691305489649269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8030691305489649269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8030691305489649269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8030691305489649269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/wateryuck.html' title='Water...yuck!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-eR0ocN8MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EY2dpqRD-3k/s72-c/arm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2582393895048751348</id><published>2010-05-09T00:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:55:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all you current and future mothers out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even I, the fur-mama, got a happy mother's day from my little fella :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-Zp5msKEhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PeLFoDZnevI/s1600/mday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469175235847262738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-Zp5msKEhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PeLFoDZnevI/s320/mday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. My mom can beat up your mom. True story. I love you, mom! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2582393895048751348?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2582393895048751348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2582393895048751348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2582393895048751348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2582393895048751348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-Zp5msKEhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PeLFoDZnevI/s72-c/mday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5830031664792872210</id><published>2010-05-07T23:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:34:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Coconut Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I promised a bunch of people I'd post this recipe after making it last night and taking it in to work. I hope someone duplicates it and lets me know how it turns out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 1/2 c. flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 t. baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 t. baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 c. fresh puree'd strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 T. sugar (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 t. vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 c. melted butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1/2 c. shredded coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mix all ingredients together well. Mixture will be thick and cookie-like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Liberally spray a bundt cake pan with non-stick cooking spray. Sprinkle extra coconut inside the empty pan, evenly and lightly covering all the sides and bottom of the pan. Carefully spoon batter into the pan, so as to keep the coconut along the sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bake at 325 for 20-30 minutes, or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Allow to cool completely on a rack before frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The frosting I used was a mixture of puree'd strawberries, cream cheese, powdered sugar, white chocolate, and vanilla. Sprinkle fresh coconut on top of the frosted cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I made this recipe up!!! So happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-UFNvYZAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uGMvzo0OYFE/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468783056126542642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-UFNvYZAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uGMvzo0OYFE/s320/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5830031664792872210?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5830031664792872210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5830031664792872210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5830031664792872210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5830031664792872210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-coconut-cake.html' title='Strawberry Coconut Cake'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-UFNvYZAzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uGMvzo0OYFE/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8406567780308136608</id><published>2010-05-06T23:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:00:29.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5Dy3HowI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MSxw4dZ9dVc/s1600/flipflops.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468417847401620226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5Dy3HowI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MSxw4dZ9dVc/s320/flipflops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Flip flops all around!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5DfovdRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/B44DAjUkQc8/s1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468417842241041682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5DfovdRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/B44DAjUkQc8/s320/pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A bit of lounging in the pool...Luckily I have one right around the corner from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5C2UwjLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLCeeZTBDbM/s1600/lounging-at-the-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468417831151373490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5C2UwjLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KLCeeZTBDbM/s320/lounging-at-the-pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maybe just a bit of tanning? Oh yeah, baby! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What's your favorite summer activity? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kelly, hurry up and finish your finals so we can go swimmingggggg!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8406567780308136608?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8406567780308136608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8406567780308136608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8406567780308136608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8406567780308136608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-O5Dy3HowI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MSxw4dZ9dVc/s72-c/flipflops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1326417838010532428</id><published>2010-05-05T21:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:18:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Enchiladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Being that it's Cinco de Mayo, I felt obligated to make something Mexican for dinner. I threw some things together in a casserole dish, and viola! taco enchiladas! And they're healthy, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. ground turkey (93% lean)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. taco seasoning (I made my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Taco-Seasoning-I/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Delish! I ommitted the salt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 can fat-free refried beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10 corn tortillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 12 oz. jar salsa (I used homemade--thanks Julia!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 c. cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Brown the ground turkey with taco seasoning. Add refried beans and heat through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Warm tortillas and add about 1/4 c. turkey and refried beans filling mixture, roll up and place in a pan sprayed with fat-free cooking spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If any filling remains, spread on top of tortillas and pour salsa over the entire pan. Sprinkle cheese on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bake at 350 for about 20 minutes or until cheese starts to brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Serve with sour cream, additional salsa and cheese, sliced lettuce, or anything else that strikes your fancy! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was freakin' delicious. Trust me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-JQISSpdjI/AAAAAAAAANw/Nm_qH0K8QzY/s1600/tacoenchiladas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468021000860431922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-JQISSpdjI/AAAAAAAAANw/Nm_qH0K8QzY/s320/tacoenchiladas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1326417838010532428?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1326417838010532428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1326417838010532428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1326417838010532428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1326417838010532428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/taco-enchiladas.html' title='Taco Enchiladas'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S-JQISSpdjI/AAAAAAAAANw/Nm_qH0K8QzY/s72-c/tacoenchiladas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5775755189208678192</id><published>2010-05-04T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:05:11.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Sinatra, a little Connick Jr.--I'm in heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Two of the best romantic singers ever.   I have to preface by saying I know my Sinatra.  I have most of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CD's&lt;/span&gt; and I know nearly every song word-for-word.  I love him!  I will be sincerely crushed if these "singers" don't do him justice.  He is and always will be my favorite :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;These top 5 had better not blow it!  Here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bahaha&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the cute little man-suit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;No. No. No. No. NO.  Fly Me To The Garbage!  That's such a big and LOUD song, and there was NO &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UMPH&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boooooo&lt;/span&gt;!  He had no energy.  Send him home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Is Lee on yet?  Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt; - Whew.  Horribly out of tune at the beginning.  I appreciate the fact that he's picking a different tempo of song than he has before.  The song totally didn't do it for me--it was just awkward from beginning to end!  Maybe I'm just a Sinatra snob.  I'm not sure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; - Hm.  Halfway through and I'm not quite sure how I feel.  The band is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ROCKIN&lt;/span&gt;' awesome!  I love me some good trumpet playing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Crystal...right.  Kind of OK.  Nothing really stuck out to me as great, but it wasn't throwing tomatoes bad.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike&lt;/strong&gt; - One of my top 3 favorite Sinatra songs.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whewwwww&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pitchy&lt;/span&gt;.  Not what I was expecting!  The chorus came together, but I wasn't as thrilled as I thought I would be given he's a jazz-y singer.  7/10.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - Lee + Frank Sinatra = HOLY CREPES.  I love it already...I totally cracked up when Harry said he looks like a younger version of him.  Hilarious!  I'm excited after listening to the raw version in the coaching session...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt;' AWESOME!  I loved it!  I felt like I was actually listening to a CD.  He was in tune, on tempo, and had a great balance with the band.  Hands down, the winner for the evening.   GO LEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5775755189208678192?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5775755189208678192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5775755189208678192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5775755189208678192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5775755189208678192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-sinatra-little-connick-jr-im-in.html' title='A little Sinatra, a little Connick Jr.--I&apos;m in heaven!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1259797138908103866</id><published>2010-05-03T21:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:30:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'In the criminal justice system..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is it bad when you had 121 episodes of Law &amp;amp; Order: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt; on your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; and 2 weeks later you only have 19? Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think I'm addicted. I'm even watching it as we speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9-hyY4328I/AAAAAAAAANo/UNCYmV_4AfE/s1600/losvu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467266359697595330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9-hyY4328I/AAAAAAAAANo/UNCYmV_4AfE/s320/losvu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think I got it from my mom. I remember watching TV with her when I was younger and as soon as Law &amp;amp; Order came on, the whole house had to be quiet so she didn't miss any of the episode. Thanks a lot, mom! You're an enable to my addiction :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back-blogging: Yes, Aunt Judy, I did the red blood text on purpose! Plasma can be donated every two days, no more than twice in a 7 day period. I'm going again tomorrow after work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1259797138908103866?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1259797138908103866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1259797138908103866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1259797138908103866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1259797138908103866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-criminal-justice-system.html' title='&apos;In the criminal justice system...&quot;'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9-hyY4328I/AAAAAAAAANo/UNCYmV_4AfE/s72-c/losvu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4666343453859339233</id><published>2010-05-02T22:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:25:30.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I donated plasma.  I never thought I'd get that desperate.  But, I did.  Sometimes it's that empty tank of gas or that fridge that just has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curdled&lt;/span&gt; milk and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wilty&lt;/span&gt; celery that puts you over the edge.  In any case, I conquered.  Sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was already shaking as I walked into the center.  Luckily, the staff was very nice and they showed me exactly what I needed to do.  I was instructed to sit down and then was immediately called back up so one of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;technicians&lt;/span&gt; could check my veins.  Sure.  That was a little odd, because they usually do that when you're about to donate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Veins, check.  Blood pressure, check (barely!).  Iron, check.  Protein, check.  Pulse, check.  Weight, check.  Good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, time for the physical.  When the tech asked me if I was comfortable getting a physical from him, since he was a male, I got a bit worried.  I asked what it entailed, and when I was informed it's just checking your heart, veins, pupil dilation, etc., I said OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what do vein checks, pupil dilation checks, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inbetween&lt;/span&gt; toe checks all have in common?  Apparently there is an abundance of junkies who try to donate plasma, so they have to check you from head to toe (literally!) to make sure you're not shooting up anywhere or not currently high.  Good thing I don't do drugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything was perfect, including the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;technicians&lt;/span&gt; who were super good looking (WOW!!!).  5 minutes into the donation I started feeling a little light headed.  Things turned fast and I flagged someone down who immediately turned the machine off and started pumping saline and red blood cells back into my system.  I felt good again after a few minutes so I gave them permission to turn the machine back on.  Dang.  5 minutes later, back came the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lightheadedness&lt;/span&gt;.  They had only collected 1/4 of the plasma they needed for a full donation, but the thought of keeping at it made me physically sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I didn't quite finish, but I did get money for my first time donation.  I guess they had collected &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; plasma to test, which is all they do with your first donation anyway, so I walked out of there a little woozy and $50 richer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I plan on going back on Wednesday.  Hopefully I can make it next time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone here ever donated plasma before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4666343453859339233?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4666343453859339233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4666343453859339233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4666343453859339233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4666343453859339233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/plasma.html' title='Plasma'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-837158091685703796</id><published>2010-05-01T23:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:23:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which picture should I choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm entering Beesley in a photo contest! I can't decide which picture to choose. He's just so darn cute I can't figure out which one is CUTER! Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pic 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S90Z89GtUpI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zofM1gopSw/s1600/bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466554057683194514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S90Z89GtUpI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zofM1gopSw/s320/bands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pic 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S90Z9DEJQ1I/AAAAAAAAANg/xCIIMwSEG3E/s1600/bgrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466554059283055442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S90Z9DEJQ1I/AAAAAAAAANg/xCIIMwSEG3E/s320/bgrad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-837158091685703796?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/837158091685703796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=837158091685703796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/837158091685703796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/837158091685703796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/05/which-picture-should-i-choose.html' title='Which picture should I choose?'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S90Z89GtUpI/AAAAAAAAANY/6zofM1gopSw/s72-c/bands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5066001128413803945</id><published>2010-04-30T23:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:35:18.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite exercise songs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What's your favorite song to exercise to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years now, I've always had Move Along by All-American Rejects on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;. It's fast, has a great beat, and the song is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, I have Good Life by One Republic on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;. I first heard it in a movie theater and I've been hooked ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdlTt3E7w4Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdlTt3E7w4Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, share your favorite exercise song! I need to build up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&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/7453672166208577436-5066001128413803945?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5066001128413803945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5066001128413803945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5066001128413803945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5066001128413803945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/favorite-exercise-songs.html' title='Favorite exercise songs!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5437627387403825958</id><published>2010-04-29T23:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:53:24.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut butter squares, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I fell asleep trying to think of a topic for tonight's blog.  I don't think that's a good sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's been a long week and it's FINALLY FRIDAY!  What better way to celebrate than with CHOCOLATE and PEANUT BUTTER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;One of my all-time favorites.  Super simple and tastes just like Reese's.  This is for you, Tiffanie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 sticks butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 c peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1 lb powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1 package graham crackers (one of the wrapped inner packages, not the whole box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;12 oz milk chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mix together the first 4 ingredients and spread evenly on a cookie sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Melt the chocolate and spread over mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cut the squares while the chocolate is still melted (very important!) and refrigerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now, if I only had any peanut butter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5437627387403825958?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5437627387403825958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5437627387403825958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5437627387403825958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5437627387403825958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut-butter-squares-anyone.html' title='Peanut butter squares, anyone?'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7201908464617649517</id><published>2010-04-29T00:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:42:20.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Children's Hospital Give-a-thon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I had the pleasure of volunteering to take pledges for the Phoenix Children's Hospital tonight for their annual Give-a-thon. I can sum up my experience with one word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before we set foot in the hospital, we came across a man and his son who had been going to the hospital for 4 years because of his daughter's illness. On the way in, he passed a nurse who knew him by name and I heard him say they're back because his daughter had another seizure. So sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I wish I had a video of the TV broadcast, but I don't think they share them. I did take a few pics, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;View from the phones of the camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2TTLH1tI/AAAAAAAAANI/IxsS6EOA6iU/s1600/pch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465459327983146706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2TTLH1tI/AAAAAAAAANI/IxsS6EOA6iU/s320/pch3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;View when the lights and camera were on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2TmeVuWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UEVHUEm3R5k/s1600/pch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465459333164022114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2TmeVuWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UEVHUEm3R5k/s320/pch4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Annmarie cleaning up when we finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2SlVilsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/geJOieCaRMU/s1600/pch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465459315678811842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2SlVilsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/geJOieCaRMU/s320/pch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last year, the TV anchor Mark Curtis said if a pledge came in for $12,000 he'd shave off his life-long mustache.  Lo and behold, a call came in, and he did it!  They tried to do it again this year, but I don't think anyone called in with the full amount.  Here's the volunteer's spoof of the mustache prank :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2S4XKx1I/AAAAAAAAANA/0RgIZ8DuHbM/s1600/pch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465459320785913682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2S4XKx1I/AAAAAAAAANA/0RgIZ8DuHbM/s320/pch2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm so glad I went to this event!  It was nice to get away from my troubles and take time to give back to people who truly make difference.  I'll definitely be going back next year!  Maybe even before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Total raised: $210,000!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7201908464617649517?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7201908464617649517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7201908464617649517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7201908464617649517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7201908464617649517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/phoenix-childrens-hospital-give-thon.html' title='Phoenix Children&apos;s Hospital Give-a-thon!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9k2TTLH1tI/AAAAAAAAANI/IxsS6EOA6iU/s72-c/pch3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-313564645823510693</id><published>2010-04-27T22:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:13:48.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Welcome back to another week of American Idol judged by a girl who has absolutely no credibility or really even cares, but nothing better is on TV :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Here we go!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shania&lt;/span&gt; Twain!  I love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Lee -- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohmygoodnessgracioushe'ssogoodlooking&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Whoa.  Focus.  Ouch.  Very out of tune.  Come on Lee!  Energy-8/10, vocals 2/10, looks (duh) 12.3/10, total: 6.  Hopefully it's not his last performance.  Sorely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mike -- Ever notice how he sings only soul songs?  Sure, that's his style, but it's getting horribly boring.  I stopped listening halfway through to stare at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beesley&lt;/span&gt; gnawing on his rawhide.  It was slightly more entertaining than Mike's performance.  Sorry.  Next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Casey -- Amazing.  Slow, which I usually don't like, but he was actually in tune the whole time!  I could fall asleep his singing this song to me--in a good way!  Would definitely like to see him back next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Crystal -- One of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shania&lt;/span&gt; songs!  I love the personal connection she shared before she started :)  I bet he proposes when she's done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;A bit too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;folky&lt;/span&gt; for me.  A little too slow, too.  It's an upbeat song, no?  Hey, at least she was in tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Aaron -- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.  He's so young!!  He was horribly out of tune tonight (what's new...) but the chorus was good, once it got faster paced.  I predict he's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gonner&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shioban&lt;/span&gt; -- Another one of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shania&lt;/span&gt; songs :)  The first half was great, but I think she kind of tuckered out for the rest.  It was out of tune, lagged, and was just...odd.  6/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Stay tuned next week when we take on the top 5!  As long as I get to see sexy Lee, I'm fine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;P.S. If you're in Arizona, make sure you watch channel 12 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KPNX&lt;/span&gt;, NBC) tomorrow night at 10.  I'm going to be on the news!  I'm taking pledges for the Phoenix Children's Hospital and the news is being broadcast live there.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whooohoo&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/7453672166208577436-313564645823510693?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/313564645823510693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=313564645823510693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/313564645823510693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/313564645823510693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-6.html' title='Final 6!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6391189335302295643</id><published>2010-04-26T22:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:50:58.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one.  Sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;almost died tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My friend gave me his used manual treadmill about a year ago. Of course I've never used it. Since I'm interested in the Couch to 5K program and am dreading the coming 100+ degree days here, I brought it out for a little test drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A big girl and a small manual treadmill &lt;/span&gt;do not mix. It's a good thing I was holding on to the side bars when I stepped on it. The fixed incline is so high I immediately slipped. Stupidly, I broke out into a run right when it first moved, and next thing I know, I'm running 10 MPH on an unstable piece of cheap plastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Needless to say, if I'm truly going to succeed on this ever-so-enticing journey, I'm going to need better equipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm not quite ready for humanity to see me run, so for the first few weeks, at least, I'm keeping the exercise to the inside of my home. It's better for everyone. Trust me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thanks for all your immense support! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anaise&lt;/span&gt;, I'm counting on you to keep me updated on your own progress!&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/7453672166208577436-6391189335302295643?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6391189335302295643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6391189335302295643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6391189335302295643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6391189335302295643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-one-sort-of.html' title='Day one.  Sort of.'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2059200219875175537</id><published>2010-04-26T00:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:05:30.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the girl I want to be, riding bareback, carefree along the shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few years ago, Katee introduced me to a song by Natasha Bedingfield called "Wild Horses". In that song, there is a line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see the girl I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Riding bareback, carefree along the shore&lt;br /&gt;If only that someone was me&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' head first headlong without a fall&lt;br /&gt;To act and damn the consequence&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it could be that easy&lt;br /&gt;But fear surrounds me like a fence&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1-QNCpmdqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1-QNCpmdqk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm introducing my next journey! The couch to 5k program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it? Of course I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? That's where you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All motivation and good intentions aside, can I really do it? Being that I'm not in any shape to be a runner and I live in the hottest state in the US, is it feasable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of sitting by and watching my life pass me by. I want to be that runner that I envision myself as nearly every single day. Just as the song says, I want to break free. It's time to push myself out of my comfort zone and make real, tangible progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?&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/7453672166208577436-2059200219875175537?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2059200219875175537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2059200219875175537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2059200219875175537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2059200219875175537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-see-girl-i-want-to-be-riding-bareback.html' title='I see the girl I want to be, riding bareback, carefree along the shore'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2797200626112381899</id><published>2010-04-25T02:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:01:18.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, you just need a little pick-me-up :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder&lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat&lt;br /&gt;But always keep that hunger&lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted&lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small&lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance&lt;br /&gt;Living might mean taking chances&lt;br /&gt;But they're worth taking&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;But it's worth making&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart&lt;br /&gt;Leave you bitter&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out&lt;br /&gt;Reconsider&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;More than just a passing glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Rolling us along)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)&lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small&lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Rolling us along)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who)&lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)&lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's your favorite motivational song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2SfmcNg8js&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2SfmcNg8js&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2797200626112381899?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2797200626112381899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2797200626112381899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2797200626112381899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2797200626112381899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-you-just-need-little-pick-me.html' title='Sometimes, you just need a little pick-me-up :)'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4389301185832820163</id><published>2010-04-23T23:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:34:58.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love anything lemon.  I'm addicted.  I can't get enough!  From the sheer smell of them to the way they tickle your tongue--I'm hooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm on a quest to find the best lemon recipes.  Whether they're your Grandma's famous lemon bars or your homemade lemon candles, I want your tips and recipes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Help a girl out here...please? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(I'm currently drinking homemade lemonade.  The sickness is THAT bad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4389301185832820163?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4389301185832820163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4389301185832820163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4389301185832820163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4389301185832820163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/lemon-love.html' title='Lemon Love'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-411321217767505189</id><published>2010-04-22T22:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:48:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I got up early, worked 10 hours, and still had time to make a magnificent meal for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Big thanks to Liz for her asparagus recipe. They were rockin'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tonights menu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9Ez33Bv9CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RA4vrUWdZYY/s1600/asp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463204857734231074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9Ez33Bv9CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RA4vrUWdZYY/s320/asp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9Ez4fKJhYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/poqfsAAXzv0/s1600/sal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463204868506879362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9Ez4fKJhYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/poqfsAAXzv0/s320/sal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oven roasted asparagus and asian-style salmon filets :)  YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I drizzled the asparagus with olive oil and tossed them with fresh ground pepper and a little salt.  The salmon, I drizzled light soy sauce, olive oil, fresh ground pepper and ground garlic.  Baked both at 375 for about 20 minutes, tossing both halfway through.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Looking at these pictures makes me want seconds....yum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-411321217767505189?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/411321217767505189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=411321217767505189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/411321217767505189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/411321217767505189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-to-cook.html' title='I love to cook!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S9Ez33Bv9CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RA4vrUWdZYY/s72-c/asp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8999474363355092167</id><published>2010-04-21T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:28:34.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser, credit union style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;For the last 12 weeks, myself a group of my coworkers have been participating in a biggest loser contest.  It's something I've done with different groups at different branches, and it really helps me get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jumpstart&lt;/span&gt; on my personal goals.  The first time we had the contest, I lost around 35 pounds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The winner, Michelle, lost a total of 9% of her body weight!  She won the contest by far, and looks amazing!  All in all, our group lost about 50 pounds.  Not too shabby (or should I say flabby?) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The best part about all of this is they want to keep going!  Even after 12 weeks, we've all agreed to keep holding our weekly motivational meetings and weigh-ins.  I love when we all work together for one common goal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I challenged the group to lose 10% of their starting weight, a lofty goal, for sure, but one that will prove beneficial for ALL of us.  I have about 7% more to go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thank you all for your kind words and picking me up when I was down.  I know I'm not a failure at all, I just need to keep my spirits high.  Writing helps me accomplish that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8999474363355092167?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8999474363355092167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8999474363355092167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8999474363355092167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8999474363355092167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/biggest-loser-credit-union-style.html' title='Biggest Loser, credit union style'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8172514766222916289</id><published>2010-04-20T19:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:36:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: American Idol, according to Malena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Another week, another set of mediocre singers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I feel a sad Andrew absence.  When all 7 remaining contestants walked out on stage when the show started, I shead a hypothetical tear.  Oh well, he had his chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt; - He had no stage presence tonight.  I want to see him walking around on stage, jamming!  He stood in one spot the whole time and tried to be animated doing only that.  It doesn't work that way!  The song was good, no complaints there.  Maybe a liiiiitle bit more UMPH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - I love how when he looks at the camera, it's like he's looking through your SOUL.  I love it!  He looked specially handsome tonight.  He's just...mmm!  OK, focus Malena.  Interesting song choice.  Mixed feelings?  I give it a 7 out of 10.  He was horribly out of tune at the end, but good chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm writing this as he's talking about the song he's about to sing.  Thing is, I LOVE THIS SONG.  He'd better not mess it up.  I'll keel him. 30 seconds later: Keel me.  He butchered it.  Out of tune, BORING, and no soul.  Send him HOOOOOOME!  Next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt; - Again, writing this before I hear the performance.  It's a great song and he's sounding great in the practice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Best performance EVER, and I don't even like him!  I was very impressed.  A couple out of tune spots, but overall very nice.  I'll keep him another week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt; - Meh.  She tried WAY too hard.  Watching her face contort was actually kind of painful.  The high, long note was the only good part about the performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt; - Not quite sure how this song qualifies as an inspirational song.  Just because it has the word Hero in it doesn't mean it's a positive song.   Odd.  Anyway, very weird performance.  I didn't really like it!  He does a really good job with soulful songs, but everything else falls short, in my opinion.  Not a good night for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; - I got temporarily distracted during her performance by stalking a TV personality online.  Whoops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Very good performance.  Even the crying at the end was OK!  9/10.  I think she'll win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Until next week.  Well, the AI part, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8172514766222916289?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8172514766222916289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8172514766222916289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8172514766222916289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8172514766222916289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/part-2-american-idol-according-to.html' title='Part 2: American Idol, according to Malena'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7161565860089864309</id><published>2010-04-19T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:50:36.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;How do you know when you're ready to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean truly change--I'll never look back type of change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes I think the reason I have such a hard time changing is because I'm not ready.  I may SAY I'm ready and truly believe it, but why is it that I still fail when I try?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;More specifically I'm referring to weight loss.  Why is it that I set myself up in every way possible to succeed, but I can never reach my goal?  I may do well for months, but inevitably I fail.  Was it because I wasn't ready to begin with?  Was it because I wasn't in the right mindset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Was it because that's not what I need to be focusing on at that time in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I met a woman online the other day on an online forum who, after the horrible breakup with her boyfriend, decided to change her life.  She went on to lose 120 pounds in 4 months.  I'm not advocating that type of weight loss in any way, but does it take something drastic like that for most people to change?  I have my reasons for wanting to change, but are they not deep enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want to change so badly.  I hate the way my life has become.  I'm not happy like I used to be and the very thought of changing everything about myself makes me ill because my track record of success has been null.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I went through a horrible experience in September involving a friend.  I vowed after that trauma to change the way I live.  Instead of that, I went into a deep depression I can't seem to get myself out of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I look forward every day to changing the way I am, but the execution just isn't there.  What's wrong with my process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7161565860089864309?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7161565860089864309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7161565860089864309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7161565860089864309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7161565860089864309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/real-change.html' title='Real change'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7181908244800442113</id><published>2010-04-18T23:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:10:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for the week of April 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like this weekly goal thing I started last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This week, on top of getting to work on time, I'm going to focus on eating a full breakfast.  This includes a dairy, starch, fat, and protein serving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Any meal ideas that would include all of those items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7181908244800442113?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7181908244800442113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7181908244800442113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7181908244800442113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7181908244800442113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/goals-for-week-of-april-19.html' title='Goals for the week of April 19'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5851513480518648862</id><published>2010-04-18T00:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:22:11.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicholas Sparks complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There are 4 basic requirements for every Nicholas Sparks film. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I know he writes books, but we're not going to get into that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1: Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2: Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3: Romeo/Juliet relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4: A break up/reconciliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yet, we women spend millions and millions of dollars in tissues alone just to flock to a horribly depressing movie, throwing all suspension of disbelief to the wind, and there, sometime in that 1 hour and 47 minutes, our fairly tale dreams grow just a little bit more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with Nicholas Sparks.  On one hand, he feeds the very park of me that craves a sappy chick flick, but then again, half the tears I cry during his films are from the fact that the acting is amateur, at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As I sat through "The Last Song" tonight and heard my friend two seats over bawling her eyes out, I thought, why do we subject ourselves to this torture?  This is not how love is!  Death does not have a happy ending like it does in the movies.  So, why do we continue to eat it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Educate me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm off to watch the end of "Nights in Rodanthe".  No one has died.  Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5851513480518648862?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5851513480518648862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5851513480518648862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5851513480518648862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5851513480518648862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/nicholas-sparks-complex.html' title='The Nicholas Sparks complex'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5493875856865732611</id><published>2010-04-16T23:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:57:01.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;As promised, I'm reporting back on making it to work on time this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I made 4 out of 5 days right on the dot.  Thursday morning, I discovered my route to work was blocked off due to construction, so I had to take an alternate route.  Despite leaving home 10 minutes early, I still clocked in one minute late!  Lame!  Well, I can always improve next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Because I've started waking up earlier, I've been able to sneak in a quick breakfast nearly every morning (where the smoothie recipe request came from), which really made my whole working day better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;To end my week, my boss, on his way out for the week, dropped off two movie tickets at my desk.  What a great week!  Small changes yield the greatest results :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've neglected my ritual of catching up on all your blogs.  Off I go to read, read, read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5493875856865732611?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5493875856865732611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5493875856865732611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5493875856865732611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5493875856865732611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-in-review.html' title='Week in review'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-970429967284678191</id><published>2010-04-15T22:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:01:29.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot cake, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahh, thank you ALL so much for your recipe ideas yesterday! I love them all, and will probably be taking a variation of every one of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to little Miss Senf (Rachel!) I should not be asking for recipes, but sharing my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuffled through my favorites to find one perfect for today. Please note how I like to arrange my food splattered and stained recipes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8f8qmFYl7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/E47dxpYZNes/s1600/recipes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460610881917851570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8f8qmFYl7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/E47dxpYZNes/s320/recipes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best ever freakin' delicious carrot cake with cream cheese frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C oil (I use Canola)&lt;br /&gt;2 C white sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 t vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 C flour&lt;br /&gt;2 t baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 t baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t salt&lt;br /&gt;2 t ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;3 C grated carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 C chopped pecans (optional--I don't add them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;4 C powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 t vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 C chopped pecans (optional--I don't add them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Grease 2 round or 1 9 x 13 pans (I prefer the round pans to make a layered cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe says to combine the dry and wet ingredients seperately and then combine together, but I just throw it all in a huge bowl and mix it at once. Yes, I'm lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake until an inserted toothpick comes out clean (40-50 minutes depending on the pans you're using) I'm pretty sure I cooked it less, but I like ultra moist cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cake sit in pan(s) for 10 minutes, then let cool completely on a wire rack. I usually let them sit overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat the ingredients for the frosting in a bowl until smooth and have at it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has carrots, so it must be healthy, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this cake for Kelly's birthday. It was freakin' delicious, but she said it was too RICH! See if I ever make a cake for you again, Kelly! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-970429967284678191?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/970429967284678191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=970429967284678191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/970429967284678191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/970429967284678191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/carrot-cake-anyone.html' title='Carrot cake, anyone?'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8f8qmFYl7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/E47dxpYZNes/s72-c/recipes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-164468366732269503</id><published>2010-04-14T23:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:09:42.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I need two good tried and true recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Smoothie. Must have no added sugar and less than 5 ingredients.  I have strawberries and bananas as the main fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Roasted asparagus, or any other variety of cooking. Not many more ingredients other than asparagus and oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these three cartons of strawberries and bunch of asparagus I need to get rid of tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much :)&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/7453672166208577436-164468366732269503?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/164468366732269503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=164468366732269503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/164468366732269503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/164468366732269503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-recipes.html' title='Need recipes'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-562941948265434958</id><published>2010-04-13T20:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:53:53.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol, according to Malena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now that I have a DVR, I've actually started watching shows other than The Office, like American Idol! While this season of AI leaves a lot to be desired, I still have a few comments and observations. Feel free to chime in and give your two cents :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Comments are based on tonight's episode as well as the season as a whole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal&lt;/strong&gt; - The dreads are getting old. I do like her, and I like that she's consistent, but I can't look at her anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt; - By far my favorite. I may or may not have actually fallen in love with him when he first auditioned. I know he's known as a one-hit-wonder, and I believe it's true, too, but I still love him. He completely screwed up his chances tonight, though. Adam Lambert was spot on when he told him his pre-performance was boring and I'm sad he didn't take his advice to pump the song up. He'll be gone tomorrow, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim&lt;/strong&gt; - UGH!!! Why is he still there?! I KNEW he couldn't sing since day one, but week after week they keep him on. I can't stand him. His voice is OK during a chord, but once it tapers off, he sounds like a frog that got stuck in a garbage disposal. Tonight was just added to the fact that I very much dislike him. It was horrible! I don't care what anyone say. Boooooooo!!! *Throws a virtual tomato*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee&lt;/strong&gt; - He's a sexy man. Not gonna lie. He's good sometimes, but other times he misses the UMPH. Tonight was stellar and very intense. I'm not sure he's #1 material, but I wouldn't be surprised if he makes it far! Pardon me while I go stare at him a little longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't like him. But, I was pleasantly surprised tonight! I didn't look at my TV once because every time I see his face I cringe--there's just something about it! Not looking at the TV helped me like tonight's performance. Despite this, I think he's out soon. Or, I hope so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siobhan&lt;/strong&gt; - Meh. Forgetable. I haven't paid too much attention to her this season. She was pretty good tonight, but she fluffs up songs WAY too much. Not my taste, what can I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt; - Great performance tonight. I've never heard that song before, but coming from him, it was like a brand new song that just came out. The ONLY thing I don't like about him is that he wasn't there for his baby's birth. I know that's trivial, but I've never quite gotten over it. He could very well make it to the top two :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie&lt;/strong&gt; - Isn't she like 16? I kind of like her, I guess, but she'd be better off leaving and getting professional lessons and coming back in a few years. I don't see much of anything special about her. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt; - He definitely seemed off tonight. I didn't see the UMPH he usually gives, and that was very disappointing! He's not my favorite, but I also don't hate him. Possibly in the top...hm...5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. Woke up at 6:40 today, got to work 3 minutes early and brought my lunch again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-562941948265434958?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/562941948265434958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=562941948265434958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/562941948265434958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/562941948265434958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/american-idol-according-to-malena.html' title='American Idol, according to Malena'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1788245539774696062</id><published>2010-04-12T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:00:41.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It made all the difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This morning started off rough. I woke up at 4am and couldn't go back to sleep until 4:30 which made it significantly harder to wake up at 6. After pressing the snooze button until 7 (whoops!) I finally dragged myself out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get everything done that I wanted to, but I did bring my lunch and I was 5 minutes early to work, even after hitting traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good this morning. I ate a significant, healthy breakfast because I wasn't too rushed and I'm glad I didn't blow money at yet another fast food joint for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to wake up even earlier tomorrow! Tonights goal: 30 minutes of exercise and to bed by 11! I only have an hour left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1788245539774696062?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1788245539774696062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1788245539774696062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1788245539774696062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1788245539774696062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-made-all-difference.html' title='It made all the difference!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7965138419468298870</id><published>2010-04-11T21:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:12:50.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a goal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For this week.  Every day this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm not going to be late to work.  [Late for me is about 3 minutes]  I hate that I'm always late!  I just need to get my butt up 3 minutes earlier (or more) and I'll be set...but NOOOOO...I have to press my snooze button 30 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You all can feel free to check up on me by Friday.  I'm off to bed!  I need my beauty sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7965138419468298870?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7965138419468298870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7965138419468298870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7965138419468298870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7965138419468298870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-goal.html' title='I have a goal...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4111294600173694480</id><published>2010-04-11T01:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:25:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog in boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I had to buy baby socks today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;No, I'm not pregnant. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Beesley's been scratching horribly lately because of hot spots, and after spending a ton of money on remedies I found online, I finally had to put a stop to the scratching right from the source--his paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8GU7kx47DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kdpL5K3ehXY/s1600/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458807974555872306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8GU7kx47DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kdpL5K3ehXY/s320/socks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yes, those are socks on his paws. He looks so HAPPY, doesn't he?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Poor dog. Hopefully this will help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4111294600173694480?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4111294600173694480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4111294600173694480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4111294600173694480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4111294600173694480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/dog-in-boots.html' title='Dog in boots'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8GU7kx47DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kdpL5K3ehXY/s72-c/socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3251810192872486401</id><published>2010-04-09T23:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:44:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blegh!, cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anaise brought up a good point in the comments of yesterday's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why don't I start a garden? Here's why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8Ad1ZQXkwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5LU_HbxlLJY/s1600/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458395551522853634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8Ad1ZQXkwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5LU_HbxlLJY/s320/garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's the extent of my "garden". I'd also like to note that this picture was taken on the day these flowers were planted (they were pre-grown) and within 2 weeks, they were all dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What is one to do when they don't have the room for a garden? Or obviously not blessed with a green thumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm stuck eating grocery store produce :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3251810192872486401?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3251810192872486401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3251810192872486401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3251810192872486401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3251810192872486401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/blegh-cont.html' title='Blegh!, cont.'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S8Ad1ZQXkwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5LU_HbxlLJY/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-336590715838612352</id><published>2010-04-08T23:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:49:22.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blegh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went to the grocery store today for the first time in a few weeks (I do a good job of making my food last!).  I'm so disgusted with how bad food products have gotten.  I've always been an advocate of home cooking--got that from my mom, the future cook in the celestial kingdom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It might have been the fact that I watched Food, Inc., or it might be the fact that I've been feeling like crap lately and I know exactly why--processed foods.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sitting here watching an episode of Unwrapped on the Food Network and they're making Grandma's brand chocolate chip cookies.  They had the audacity to call them homemade!  Seriously...tell me how ANY part of those cookies is homemade.  If you add ingredients we can't even pronounce and they last for 3 decades, THEY'RE NOT HOMEMADE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you go to the grocery store and buy a package of oven roasted turkey (on sale this week 2/$5.00) do you realize that only like 1% of that "meat" is acually meat?  Or, when you go to the deli and have them slice "fresh" turkey that's in the shape of a large ice cube--that's not real meat either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I browsed the meat section to see what was on sale, and I almost bought a pork roast...until I saw on the label "contains up to 20% salt and other nutrients for taste".  So, you're buying 80% (maybe) meat and 20% a whole lot of other crap your body doesn't need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not trying to criticize anyone for buying this food, I'm guilty of it, too!  But, why is that the norm now?  It literally makes me sick to buy food like this now.  If even find myself questioning if the "whole wheat flour" I buy for my bread in the nice 5 lb. bag is REALLY whole wheat flour.  I'd try to buy it from a local farmer and grind it myself, but how do I know they didn't spray the plants with some kind of harmful chemical to keep bugs away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know.  Call me paranoid, but I think this world has become WAY too naive for our own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-336590715838612352?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/336590715838612352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=336590715838612352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/336590715838612352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/336590715838612352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Blegh!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6525537176319486498</id><published>2010-04-07T22:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:51:49.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming school drop-out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tonight I attempted to groom Beesley. Figuring I can save myself a boat-load of money by doing his grooming myself, I invested in an electric shaver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you tell which side I did and which side I didn't do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Humor me, please ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Side 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tK2eCkhI/AAAAAAAAALo/W3vXJNS21Fo/s1600/hc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638356630540818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tK2eCkhI/AAAAAAAAALo/W3vXJNS21Fo/s320/hc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Side 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tLL5YrgI/AAAAAAAAALw/TeBYCkMV7nU/s1600/hc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638362382380546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tLL5YrgI/AAAAAAAAALw/TeBYCkMV7nU/s320/hc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Petrified dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tLT5NSFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hth7hfDva58/s1600/hc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638364529117266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tLT5NSFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hth7hfDva58/s320/hc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My pant leg was COVERED in hair. I think I have magnetic pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tL9iMVuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/onKZJbiwV3A/s1600/hc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638375706875618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tL9iMVuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/onKZJbiwV3A/s320/hc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Half of the hair I trimmed off. The other half is all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tMfcsPyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BEXCCTdbS54/s1600/hc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457638384810606370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tMfcsPyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BEXCCTdbS54/s320/hc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't think I should quit my day job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6525537176319486498?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6525537176319486498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6525537176319486498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6525537176319486498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6525537176319486498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/grooming-school-drop-out.html' title='Grooming school drop-out!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S71tK2eCkhI/AAAAAAAAALo/W3vXJNS21Fo/s72-c/hc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6049481192164889866</id><published>2010-04-07T00:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:38:02.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My mom is selling her house!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1MhuvL9I/AAAAAAAAALY/ipSYGdAWOco/s1600/Anderson+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457295337795301330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1MhuvL9I/AAAAAAAAALY/ipSYGdAWOco/s320/Anderson+outside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The huge yellow For Sale sign was put out yesterday. Here are the pictures from the realtor, complete with the remodeled bathroom (do any of you remember what it used to look like? Double toilets!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1L6KrWlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Ls7QOHW6z3M/s1600/entry+with+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457295327175072338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1L6KrWlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Ls7QOHW6z3M/s320/entry+with+stairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1LvbOj8I/AAAAAAAAALA/A7srMtMtxMk/s1600/dining+and+hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457295324291698626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1LvbOj8I/AAAAAAAAALA/A7srMtMtxMk/s320/dining+and+hallway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1vQzCVbI/AAAAAAAAALg/z-8obnZHtG4/s1600/upstairs+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457295934545352114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1vQzCVbI/AAAAAAAAALg/z-8obnZHtG4/s320/upstairs+bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Goodbye 24 years of memories :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6049481192164889866?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6049481192164889866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6049481192164889866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6049481192164889866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6049481192164889866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7w1MhuvL9I/AAAAAAAAALY/ipSYGdAWOco/s72-c/Anderson+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2299813251517901758</id><published>2010-04-05T21:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:48:00.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm so out of my element today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've had a raging temper for about 2-3 weeks now.  I throw things.  I scream.  I tense up my whole body, and then I vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What's wrong with this (besides the obvious) is I have NEVER had a temper before.  I had a blow-up at work today (luckily only one person witnessed it) and tonight, when I decided to upload my pics from my digital camera to my laptop to post on this blog--and it didn't work--I freaked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lord, please bless me with patience.  I'm about to go insane.  Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, don't get after me for not posting the Easter update like I promised--I might have a nervous breakdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe I need a new mantra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2299813251517901758?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2299813251517901758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2299813251517901758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2299813251517901758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2299813251517901758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4226635188998366281</id><published>2010-04-04T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:15:38.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm so sorry I haven't kept up with my blog all weekend!  I had limited internet access in Utah and I couldn't connect from my laptop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've been driving for 11 hours today and am SUPER tired, so I'm going to post a big blog tomorrow with a bunch of pics from my trip and Easter!  I wanted to let those who read this know I'm still here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4226635188998366281?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4226635188998366281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4226635188998366281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4226635188998366281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4226635188998366281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2029135240518817858</id><published>2010-03-31T23:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:37:54.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet dog = YUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I feel like I have a messy kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I kind of do--his name is Beesley and he has 4 legs and a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;In preparation for our Utah trip tomorrow (and hour upon hour in a cramped car with three adults and a dog), I decided to give him a bath tonight. My house now REEKS of wet dog, laundry and bread. The last two aren't too bad, but in combination with the wet dog, I'm seriously considering sleeping in my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Next time around: I'm getting a hairless dog. Or, they'll be shaved every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7Q-slPlymI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ke8fr-B8hqU/s1600/bz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455053984285182562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7Q-slPlymI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ke8fr-B8hqU/s320/bz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Too bad he's cute all wet, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2029135240518817858?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2029135240518817858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2029135240518817858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2029135240518817858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2029135240518817858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/wet-dog-yuck.html' title='Wet dog = YUCK!!!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7Q-slPlymI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ke8fr-B8hqU/s72-c/bz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8110317295372699417</id><published>2010-03-30T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:04:51.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malena vs. Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There are some days when I feel SO GOOD! and I'm pretty positive I can take on the world. I feel like that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I get discouraged thinking of all the dozens and dozens of times I've failed and just how miserable of a climb this whole journey is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it realistic to be 100% positive 100% of the time? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I bottle up how I feel right now and take a peek into the full jar later when I'm on the verge of giving up and throwing my emotions into a large order of french fries? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out a way to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8110317295372699417?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8110317295372699417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8110317295372699417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8110317295372699417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8110317295372699417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/malena-vs-motivation.html' title='Malena vs. Motivation'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7825944402104023792</id><published>2010-03-29T22:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:03:23.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTCRQLZjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HvoKjPmEWRM/s1600/Picture+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454302290922661426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTCRQLZjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HvoKjPmEWRM/s320/Picture+152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTDoEH-oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Erpo6FQhz-8/s1600/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454302314225990274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTDoEH-oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Erpo6FQhz-8/s320/Picture+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTDLewUKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eC-EWeAeVX8/s1600/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454302306553057442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTDLewUKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eC-EWeAeVX8/s320/Picture+155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never thought I'd say it, but I'm HOMESICK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Off to Utah in 3 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7825944402104023792?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7825944402104023792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7825944402104023792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7825944402104023792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7825944402104023792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7GTCRQLZjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HvoKjPmEWRM/s72-c/Picture+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-642048241574052939</id><published>2010-03-28T22:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:33:51.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffles or bonfire ash?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I decided to make waffles this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7BH50N2VPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VQc2jBmGVi4/s1600/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453938207340516594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7BH50N2VPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VQc2jBmGVi4/s320/Picture+238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't tell if they actually look edible (they weren't!). Those brown ashy looking bits are chocolate chips. I guess it didn't work out quite as I expected them to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I didn't have milk, so I found a recipe that called for heavy cream. Why I had heavy cream and not milk is still a mystery to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey, trial and error, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My favorite website of all time is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Search/Ingredients.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;allrecipe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; ingredient search. During the time of the month when I'm running low on basic groceries, I always find some creative recipe to make with what I have. I HATE running to the store to buy one or two things you need for one meal, so my rule is: if I don't have it, then I don't make it. It saves a ton of money! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Allrecipes: 1         Me: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-642048241574052939?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/642048241574052939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=642048241574052939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/642048241574052939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/642048241574052939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/waffles-or-bonfire-ash.html' title='Waffles or bonfire ash?'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S7BH50N2VPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VQc2jBmGVi4/s72-c/Picture+238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3149539866683063079</id><published>2010-03-27T23:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:11:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;One day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I've been repeating it for nearly 2 months now.   Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my many weight-loss endeavors, I attended a 12 week course through a local hospital run by a licensed psychologist. One of the first things we discussed was the importance of mantras--phrases you repeat to yourself subconsciously.  The hope is, through the literal beating of the phrase into your head, that it'll eventually sink in.  A lot of people practice this for such things as boosting self-esteem, breaking bad habits, and for me, it's to stop me from crashing and losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on a day like today, where I just feel *blah*, I ate too much, and I had a severe lack of motivation, I just keep repeating to myself: Take it all one day at a time. There is no failure. There are no let downs because you get to start all over again tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A new day has come :)  And it will be better than yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cM7JpM4T6BA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cM7JpM4T6BA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3149539866683063079?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3149539866683063079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3149539866683063079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3149539866683063079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3149539866683063079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/mantras.html' title='Mantras'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5334732126771575325</id><published>2010-03-27T01:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:20:30.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, March 26.  I swear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's 1:15am on Saturday, but I haven't had a spare minute to write my blog yet! This counts as Friday's blog :D I went out with some girl friends tonight for a much needed dinner/movie/gab session. Oh, how I love getting out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work news is that I'm getting a promotion, of sorts. My boss told me yesterday that he and I are moving to a different floor to start an exclusive department (my "department" has always been obsorbed by other, larger departments, me being the head, and several random employees acting as my back-ups). The hope is to hire a third person to help us, but for now, we get to do allllll the work. I'm excited and terrified at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/brief-moments-of-inspiration.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; blog?  I started on Monday and I'm doing pretty well.  So far I've gone on a 30 minute (actually 28 minute) bike ride, walked Beesley to the park, cleaned my room for 15 mintues, and today, I read an uplifting article.  Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-26-16,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; is!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it a coincidence that when I'm doing the things I'm supposed to be doing (IE: work), amazing opportunities come into my life?  I think not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5334732126771575325?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5334732126771575325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5334732126771575325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5334732126771575325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5334732126771575325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-march-26-i-swear.html' title='Friday, March 26.  I swear!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6646870434245423756</id><published>2010-03-25T21:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:55:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't think I've ever had a day where I've gone through such a scope of emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The day started off fine, but something odd happened at work and I was in a serious panic for almost the rest of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I might have a big problem with overreacting.  It was horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to find out, my agony was all in vain.  Something REALLY good happened today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but I can't tell you until tomorrow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm SO exhausted and I still haven't finished the "task" I drew today: clean my room for 15 mintues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;More to come tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6646870434245423756?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6646870434245423756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6646870434245423756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6646870434245423756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6646870434245423756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-583715495106468592</id><published>2010-03-24T21:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:29:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An idle mind is the devil's workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did I ever explain why I started this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason was the fact that I love getting comments, praise, and suggestions from everyone, so thank you to those who have faithfully commented! Especially Anaise, who, despite the fact that she's the mother of 5 (6? 7?) girls, she still finds the time to comment, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main reason is boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need. "&lt;br /&gt;--Voltaire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;If I have a goal--writing a daily blog--then I have something to focus on to distract me from the things I have trouble controlling. I can control how, when, and why I blog and in return I get a chunk of my day devoted to something uplifting and positive instead of sitting on my duff doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, thank you again for stopping by and aiding in my progression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-583715495106468592?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/583715495106468592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=583715495106468592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/583715495106468592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/583715495106468592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/idle-mind-is-devils-workshop.html' title='An idle mind is the devil&apos;s workshop'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6206669691948658520</id><published>2010-03-23T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:48:51.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My behavior style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning I spent over 2 hours in a mentor meeting at work. What did I learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a control freak! (Shut up Kelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just any control freak, but more specifically my "behavior style" is that of an owl. Characteristics of a (human) owl are we are detail-oriented, organized, we love facts, figures, and accuracy, we listen well and remember everything, we don't tolerate change well, need validation in everything we do, and are unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how true that all is in my work life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I finally realize why work has been so crappy lately. I got moved to a new office 6 months ago, and it's been weird ever since. I'm out of my element. I have a new supervisor who I'm not used to, I had to change up my daily routine, and my desk isn't quite organized the way I'd like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to solve all of my problems in life, but it's nice to get insight sometimes about why I am the way I am. My tendancy is to treat other people like they're also "owls", but that's not the case. I believe that identifying my weaknesses will only help me do better and succeed in the way I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://briantracyassessments.com/free-assessment.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; to take your own behavioral style test.  (It's free provided you enter in a valid email address)  It's not the exact same as the one I took at work, but maybe you can find out a little bit about yourself, too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6206669691948658520?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6206669691948658520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6206669691948658520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6206669691948658520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6206669691948658520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-behavior-style.html' title='My behavior style'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-923063201988106230</id><published>2010-03-22T22:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:03:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from the real doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You can steer&lt;br /&gt;yourself in any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own.&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;what you know.&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;~Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wish I could quote this whole book because it's so great!  It's amazing how you can learn more from 10 pages of a child's book than you can learn from a brick-sized adult novel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've been focusing on my confidence lately.  I used to have so much of it, but for whatever reason, I find myself constantly pushing negative thoughts through my mind and putting myself and others down.  I think it all stems from a lack of confidence and self-worth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My hope is to overcome some doubts and major issues I have in regards to my job and my social life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How do I accomplish this?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;First, I'm going to surround myself with positive people only.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Second, nothing negative is allowed to come out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Third, I'm not really sure yet.  Let me master the first two first :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Time for bed.  I wish I had a copy of "Oh, the places you'll go!" to read for my bedtime story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-923063201988106230?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/923063201988106230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=923063201988106230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/923063201988106230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/923063201988106230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/lessons-from-real-doctor.html' title='Lessons from the real doctor'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3827258065997566254</id><published>2010-03-21T22:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:47:14.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move along</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d07ZUqvjz4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have to share one of my favorite songs.  This song has served many purposes in the few years since it was released.  Not only is it my favorite work-out song (I love upbeat songs), but it has a fairly good message--a message that I've needed to hear all week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Despite the fact that it's Sunday (for those of you that are still awake), go ahead and give it a listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's a new week.  Whatever wrong turns I made this past week I now have a chance to correct.  Moving along is all I can do, and boy, am I looking forward to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3827258065997566254?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3827258065997566254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3827258065997566254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3827258065997566254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3827258065997566254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/move-along.html' title='Move along'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4642192157813093019</id><published>2010-03-20T22:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:09:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman's quest for good BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today was TORTURE. It all began last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;My work is in downtown Chandler where several big events are held each year, one of them being the 1st Annual BBQ Cook-Off. For the last hour of work, all the vendors started setting up so they could cook through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I arrived at work this morning, I knew I was in trouble. The smell of BBQ was overwhelming once I stepped out of my car. Unfortunately, my desk is right next to a window and I had to spend 4 GRUESOME hours watching hundreds and hundreds of patrons walk by the booths of amazing smelling BBQ ribs, brisket, and chicken. All I had to do was make it to 1:00 and then it was my turn to partake of the delicious animals I was watching everyone else devour! At one point I even put up a sign on my window that said "Feed Me! Please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend Kelly met me at my work at 1:00 and we stood in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; long line (a lot longer than I had expected!) to get into the event. About 20 minutes in and about 20 people away from the entrance, they announced...THEY HAD RUN OUT OF FOOD! They were still letting people in, but most vendors were running out. What the heck!!! I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;. After hours of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't even get a single bite of food. The worst part was, the even was supposed to go on for another 7+ hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Apparently Phoenix Metro is starved for good BBQ! I hope next year they plan ahead, and I will plan to NOT work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The quest for good BBQ continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On a happier note, I went to the Phoenix Coyotes NHL game and got to sit in a suite next to Alice Cooper. The game was AWESOME! Phoenix won in double OT!&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/7453672166208577436-4642192157813093019?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4642192157813093019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4642192157813093019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4642192157813093019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4642192157813093019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/womans-quest-for-good-bbq.html' title='A woman&apos;s quest for good BBQ'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4872423911417356904</id><published>2010-03-19T23:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:48:26.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I luff scruff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My name is Malena and I love scruffy men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There. I said it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw Bounty Hunter tonight. The only part I liked about it was the fact that Gerard Butler had scruff. Oh man! I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are my favorite celebrity scruffs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gerard Butler--Bounty Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6RuqQEuzUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zFoxNFtqZOQ/s1600-h/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450603121173515586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6RuqQEuzUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zFoxNFtqZOQ/s320/gb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matthew Goode--Leap Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6RurAwLPGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7V_UDuZ9Ccg/s1600-h/mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450603134240636002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6RurAwLPGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7V_UDuZ9Ccg/s320/mg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my ALL TIME favorite celebrity scruffer, John Krasinski--The Office.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6Rur0jFGrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SnFAYatWn-Y/s1600-h/jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450603148144351922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6Rur0jFGrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SnFAYatWn-Y/s320/jk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet if you put scruff on Donald Trump, he'd be a good looking man, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm off to dreamland.  I bet you know who'll be in them tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4872423911417356904?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4872423911417356904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4872423911417356904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4872423911417356904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4872423911417356904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-luff-scruff.html' title='I luff scruff!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6RuqQEuzUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zFoxNFtqZOQ/s72-c/gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7838805980145270543</id><published>2010-03-18T22:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:31:12.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread craze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday I pulled out my dusty bread maker and made a DELICIOUS loaf of whole wheat bread! There is no way the bread you buy in the store can be good for you, considering it can sit in your fridge for months and never go bad. My solution? Do it myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Isn't she a beauty?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6MJ-oed5-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i_0QybqV6w8/s1600-h/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450210945670178786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6MJ-oed5-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i_0QybqV6w8/s320/bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here's the super easy recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1 cup warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 (.25 ounce) package bread machine yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil (I use canola oil)&lt;br /&gt;2 3/4 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I usually add 2 T honey, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Place the water, sugar and yeast in the pan of the bread machine. Let the yeast dissolve and foam for 10 minutes. Add the oil, flour, honey and salt to the yeast. Select Wheat Bread setting, and press Start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yield 1 - 1 1/2 lb. loaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7838805980145270543?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7838805980145270543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7838805980145270543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7838805980145270543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7838805980145270543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread-craze.html' title='Bread craze!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6MJ-oed5-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i_0QybqV6w8/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-178920363839497976</id><published>2010-03-17T22:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:26:14.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I stumbled upon a local farm co-op that sells boxes of produce to the community each week.  You get to pick your location (there are literally hundreds in my area alone), and time of pick-up and you get this box FULL of amazingly good fruit and veggies!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I picked up my first box yesterday.  I got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5 pound bag of potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 artichokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 zucchini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6 tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 package celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 head romaine lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 cantaloupes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6 apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 box strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 box blackberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5 bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so dang excited!  I love that this will entice me to eat triple the amount of fresh (and local!) fruits and veggies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just had to share :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenbeeproduce.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.greenbeeproduce.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They deliver to Arizona and Utah.  If you're in one of these locations and don't have a pick-up location near you, you can become a host.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;/end shameless plug :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-178920363839497976?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/178920363839497976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=178920363839497976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/178920363839497976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/178920363839497976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/bee-boxes.html' title='Bee boxes'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5952217958778655061</id><published>2010-03-16T21:57:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:22:09.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon!</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone (Anaise--who I think is the only one still left :D) for your patience. I called in sick to work today and got some much needed rest. I feel 90% better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Per Anaise's request, here are some of the shots I got in Oregon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Anderson family, according to Taylor: (notice Bente's middle name is spelled "Louyz" (should be Louise) and Alice's middle name is spelled "Mery" (should be Marie)!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6Bh_5zXFaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ur86F5HvvFo/s1600-h/andersonfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449463299594196386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6Bh_5zXFaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ur86F5HvvFo/s320/andersonfam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Andy Clan. I promise, they are all a lot happier than they look! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNbHXg1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5JdD__38jZM/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464631386407762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNbHXg1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5JdD__38jZM/s320/Picture+233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor helping make my first ever apple pie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjOfez1sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m6DaKM2e9AM/s1600-h/Picture+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464649738344130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjOfez1sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m6DaKM2e9AM/s320/Picture+224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the kids. Alice looks SO happy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjMiuyg9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tLxH9HMAUJ0/s1600-h/Picture+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464616250934226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjMiuyg9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/tLxH9HMAUJ0/s320/Picture+231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taylor wearing Auntie Malena's glasses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNOAbc-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WFEGQtqLLFg/s1600-h/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464627867644898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNOAbc-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/WFEGQtqLLFg/s320/Picture+232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alice displaying the classic Anderson deer-caught-in-the-headlights look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNyDRNOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bb2gj1oD2ao/s1600-h/Picture+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464637543232738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BjNyDRNOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bb2gj1oD2ao/s320/Picture+234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mini Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BleFDNj6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CtF3FB-qI4U/s1600-h/taylor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449467116544429986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BleFDNj6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CtF3FB-qI4U/s320/taylor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie Patootie all ready for church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BldIOF2RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VSIzSbtz0Gg/s1600-h/alicechurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449467100215499026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BldIOF2RI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VSIzSbtz0Gg/s320/alicechurch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeding Alice some Sunday brunch.  Yummm!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BldsPERmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Hl7Vzqw1mgs/s1600-h/aliceeating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449467109883266658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6BldsPERmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Hl7Vzqw1mgs/s320/aliceeating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5952217958778655061?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5952217958778655061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5952217958778655061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5952217958778655061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5952217958778655061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/oregon.html' title='Oregon!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S6Bh_5zXFaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ur86F5HvvFo/s72-c/andersonfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3111646100004864727</id><published>2010-03-15T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:16:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry bloggers...</title><content type='html'>I've been sick all day and I'm completely beat.  I had to force myself to get up and write this blog, so the blog all about my trip to Oregon is going to have to wait one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3111646100004864727?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3111646100004864727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3111646100004864727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3111646100004864727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3111646100004864727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-bloggers.html' title='Sorry bloggers...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3009212394718861679</id><published>2010-03-14T23:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:19:38.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in AZ tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just stopping by to say I'll be back tomorrow to post a REAL blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:15 and I'm TIRED and flying back to Arizona tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3009212394718861679?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3009212394718861679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3009212394718861679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3009212394718861679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3009212394718861679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in.html' title='Back in AZ tomorrow...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4589034012364886492</id><published>2010-03-13T22:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:10:23.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Alice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's my new niece, Alice.  I met her for the first time today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9St1tcBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Ok0VIMI2q4/s1600-h/alice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448367409707446290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9St1tcBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Ok0VIMI2q4/s320/alice3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9RtEwCaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UqK3rH1yNUs/s1600-h/alice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448367392322226594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9RtEwCaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UqK3rH1yNUs/s320/alice2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9RF8mASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YlTyns6ZCEw/s1600-h/alice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448367381819031842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9RF8mASI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YlTyns6ZCEw/s320/alice1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9TDIBMjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ns759OXhSoc/s1600-h/alice4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448367415421383218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9TDIBMjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ns759OXhSoc/s320/alice4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anaise, I'll post pictures of Bente' and Taylor at the end of the day tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4589034012364886492?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4589034012364886492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4589034012364886492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4589034012364886492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4589034012364886492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-alice.html' title='Meet Alice!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5x9St1tcBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Ok0VIMI2q4/s72-c/alice3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6988606862667000104</id><published>2010-03-12T19:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:38:51.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Oregon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I flew to Bend, Oregon today to see my brother and his family. My sister-in-law had their third child in October and this is my first time meeting her! Unfortunately she's in California until tomorrow, but I did get to spend time with my niece and nephew, Bente' and Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I don't know how much time I'll have to blog while I'm here, but I thought I'd share a picture Taylor drew which had me in stitches. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5r6GwjAElI/AAAAAAAAAII/AJCQ5XYIE5c/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447941693275902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5r6GwjAElI/AAAAAAAAAII/AJCQ5XYIE5c/s320/taylor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;P.S. Is that a cat or a dog? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6988606862667000104?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6988606862667000104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6988606862667000104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6988606862667000104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6988606862667000104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/greetings-from-oregon.html' title='Greetings from Oregon!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5r6GwjAElI/AAAAAAAAAII/AJCQ5XYIE5c/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-32518117814230582</id><published>2010-03-11T20:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:30:03.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief moments of inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;One of the things I struggle with the most is the basics of dieting--drink 64 oz. of water a day, exercise 60 minutes a day, eat 5 fruits/veggies a day, etc.  If I had to do EACH of these every single day for the rest of my life, I might die of fruit overdose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Today, I came up with a BRILLIANT plan to try to incorporate each of these things into my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I made a list of things I want to start doing daily or weekly, and each morning, I pick one thing out of a jar.  For that entire day, I must focus 100% on the goal.  My hope is I can start to enjoy these activities, so I don't feel obligated and guilty when I DON'T do them.  No more intimidation of never living up to the 10,583 standards dieters are subject to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here's my list so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Drink 64 oz. of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Take Beesley on a 30 minute walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Walk to the park and play fetch with Beesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Take Beesley to the dog park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Use treadmill while watching one episode of L &amp;amp; O:SVU (I have 89 episodes on my   DVR) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Clean house for 3-15 minute intervals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eat 5 different fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eat 5 different veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Reward day!  Indulge in one craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Write TWO blogs in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Go for a half hour bike ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Do something REALLY nice for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;No sugar ALL day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Go vegetarian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Try a new recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Read an uplifting article (conference talks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Clean the kitchen spotless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can anyone think of anything else I should add?  Comments are much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;By the way, YOU ALL ROCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Love, Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-32518117814230582?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/32518117814230582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=32518117814230582' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/32518117814230582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/32518117814230582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/brief-moments-of-inspiration.html' title='Brief moments of inspiration'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8652868234797718205</id><published>2010-03-10T20:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:41:25.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've always secretly been afraid of setting goals. I mean, I've set goals before, but most of the time it's just because I have good intentions, but have no real desire to meet them. Today, that all changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amidst workplace boredom and thousands of supportive electronic "friends" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.sparkpeople.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;), I set my first real goal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lose 55 pounds by 12/31! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;An easily attainable goal, some might say, but to me, it's going to be the hardest thing I ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lucky for all my readers, you get to witness it--every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Step one: Get my butt in gear and start becoming active! As soon as I'm done writing this I'm going to go take Beesley on a walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Back blogging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who is my mystery commentator? You said you love my blog, but I don't know who you are! By the way, I love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anaise gets the coolest cousin award--she's commented on my blog every day this week! I'm sure your sick baby appreciates you taking time out to comment on my blog! :D&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/7453672166208577436-8652868234797718205?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8652868234797718205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8652868234797718205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8652868234797718205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8652868234797718205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-205553009620654244</id><published>2010-03-09T22:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:39:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you free for dinner tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For the married crowd, if you could offer the world one piece of advice when it comes to the art of seeking that special someone, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;While I'm not persuing and have not actually been in an established relationship before, I feel like I sometimes know more about life than the average active dater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here is what I've learned by observation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* Do not sit by your phone and wait for his/her call (or text) and pick-up on the first ring. This is a sign of desperation. To go along with that, do not call, text, email, stop by and visit 25 times in a day. This is creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* If he/she doesn't have some sort of contact with you every 30 seconds, DO NOT READ INTO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* If you haven't had a date in 10 years, do not blame the other sex. Men (or women) do not conspire to make &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; life miserable. If your usual tactics do not work, it's time to change said tactics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* Do not plan your wedding/children/the next 50 years together because you &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;him/her. Go with the flow and let things progress naturally. You cannot fantasize progress. 99.9% of the time things will not go as planned anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* If you like someone and you're not sure if they like you back, ASK THEM OUT! Stewing over such things will only put stupid ideas in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* If you're actively dating one person and you're not sure where you stand, FIGURE IT OUT! Stewing over such things will only put stupid ideas in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* If you want to break things off with someone, DO IT! Stewing over such things will only put stupid ideas in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* Stewing over anything will only put stupid ideas in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;* Games are for kids. Grow up and quit making rules about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Did I miss anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I feel bad for the poor sucker who ends up with me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bonus points go to the person who can guess where the title of this blog came from...&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/7453672166208577436-205553009620654244?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/205553009620654244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=205553009620654244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/205553009620654244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/205553009620654244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-free-for-dinner-tonight.html' title='Are you free for dinner tonight?'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3367379819908185763</id><published>2010-03-08T18:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:28:19.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How do you control cravings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm doing REALLY well with my cravings (specifically fast food), but that doesn't mean things are going to be hunky-dory 24/7/the rest of my life.  Eventually these cravings will creep back up on me, and I need to be 100% prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For those of you (Aunt Judy!!) who have given up sugar and other crave-o-load substances, how did you do it?!  Guide me, o wise blog followers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Would do you think about doing a 48 (or so) hour detox?  I'm looking for ANY suggestions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;P.S. My brother, Lindsay, is going to help me possibly set-up my own website for my blogs.  Stay tuned :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-3367379819908185763?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3367379819908185763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3367379819908185763' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3367379819908185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3367379819908185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4727015679986005501</id><published>2010-03-07T22:53:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:38:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought I'd share some before/after photos from my condo. It's been a while since I've talked about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dining room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before--storage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SRJiUd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f9ujMKAMzfY/s1600-h/n727054079_938581_5267.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446137442415270146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SRJiUd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f9ujMKAMzfY/s320/n727054079_938581_5267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After--cute enough to eat in!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SSdEt3xII/AAAAAAAAAH4/7bAhJB7W8bk/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446138877577774210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SSdEt3xII/AAAAAAAAAH4/7bAhJB7W8bk/s320/Picture+217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before--managed chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SRbvt8wrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UX63uH-gXzQ/s1600-h/n727054079_938582_5564.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446137755249459890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SRbvt8wrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UX63uH-gXzQ/s320/n727054079_938582_5564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before--clean and homey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SSdvQrerI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QTbdmThsdSk/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446138888998058674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SSdvQrerI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QTbdmThsdSk/s320/Picture+221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Why is it so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%#@$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;%#@$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^*&amp;amp; hard to upload pics on this stupid site? Do you know how long this entry took me to create?!!? TWO HOURS!!! Every time I upload a picture is messes up my spacing of the ENTIRE entry, so I have to start over. And, when I try to move a picture up or down, I can't drag it. I HATE IT!!! I've always had this problem, which is a big reason I didn't blog keep blogging before. I might switch to wordpress...maybe it'll help my blood pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Has anyone one else run into these problems&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4727015679986005501?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4727015679986005501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4727015679986005501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4727015679986005501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4727015679986005501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/before-and-after.html' title='Before and after...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/S5SRJiUd2QI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f9ujMKAMzfY/s72-c/n727054079_938581_5267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8714959561233436539</id><published>2010-03-06T23:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:37:38.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic, or....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've been having this recurring thought that I should start eating organic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do I really want to?  Kinda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can I afford it?  Absolutely not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is it a phase?  Probably, considering my whole life is a series of odd phases :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I even found farm co-ops in the area--relatively cheap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What do you think?  Can I pull it off?  I think watching Food, Inc. made me really see the harm I was doing to my body by eating fast food, processed, and chemically enhanced food.  I'm finding it hard to stomach certain foods these days.  The other day I bought a bag of dried apricots from Fresh &amp;amp; Easy and upon reading the label I saw Sulfur Dioxide...what the heck is that?!  Do I really need to be putting some kind of perserving agent into my body unnecessarily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Please discuss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8714959561233436539?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8714959561233436539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8714959561233436539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8714959561233436539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8714959561233436539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/organic-or.html' title='Organic, or....'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4076969843589455165</id><published>2010-03-05T20:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:34:28.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1,650&lt;br /&gt;90.2&lt;br /&gt;48&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;3.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,650 = the number of calories I'm allowed to eat in a day&lt;br /&gt;90.2 = the number of miles I've biked to and from work&lt;br /&gt;48 = the average number of raw almonds I consume in one day&lt;br /&gt;25 = the number of days I've gone without filling up my gas tank&lt;br /&gt;10 = how I'd rate my day today, out of 10&lt;br /&gt;3.2 = the pounds I've lost since I started riding my bike to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all having a fabulous day, because I sure am! No work for 2 whole days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4076969843589455165?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4076969843589455165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4076969843589455165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4076969843589455165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4076969843589455165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/progress-report.html' title='Progress report'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3328940707327186434</id><published>2010-03-04T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:48:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon: Mach 75!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have way too much time to think at work. It's really affecting the kooky side of me. Today, as I was eating grapes out of a Zip-lock double zipper bag, I thought to myself, why the heck does this bag have a double zipper?! Seriously. Maybe if you guys had made the first zipper more sturdy, you wouldn't have a need to add a second one!  Watch out, these killer grapes might escape and run rampant and terrorize Phoenix! I'm pretty sure my grapes don't run the risk of breaking the already too-thick bag. Sure, these bags might be great for meat, but if you really need two zippers to hold your meat in the bag, you should probably think about buying less vicious carcasses.  (I'm pretty sure I could have added a "that's what she said" in there somewhere, but I shall refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I bought some batteries the other day and with them I got a bonus Mach5 razor. What disposable razors have to do with batteries in the first place is beyond me.  Anyway, this razor, true to its name had 5 BLADES.  Really?! Apparently 4 blades just doesn't cut it--literally. Are there razors with more than 5 blades? I wouldn't be surprised.  What genius over at the razor factory is going to invent the next new, state of the art razor?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why don't they just invent a razor with 75 blades where you can press it against your leg and move it up just one millimeter, and PRESTO! your leg is as smooth as the day you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I should be an inventor, I tell ya!&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/7453672166208577436-3328940707327186434?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3328940707327186434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3328940707327186434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3328940707327186434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3328940707327186434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-soon-mach-75.html' title='Coming soon: Mach 75!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2349739611688815038</id><published>2010-03-03T21:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:17:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning that frown upside-down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You all know how miserable I've been lately (some more than others), and I try to avoid the things that trigger my depressive moods, such as being alone, talking negative, etc. These things work for a while, but that mood always creeps back up to me. Until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to do something nice for someone. A simple, thoughtful act. Within seconds my good mood &lt;del&gt;doubled&lt;/del&gt; &lt;del&gt;tripled&lt;/del&gt; quadrupled! I was astounded at how FAST I was able to kill that bad spirit and begin riding a high that has lasted me more than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I move mountains? No. Did it change the life of the person who I helped? Probably not. But it did change my life in a small way? Absolutely, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to do something nice for someone else this week. It doesn't have to be life changing. But, who knows. Maybe it really will change the life of the person most important--you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Back blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I appreciate all of your comments even more than you can imagine.  I wish I knew how to thank you all properly, but I'm at a loss for words when I read all the kind things you guys write to me!  Your love is what keeps me going :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2349739611688815038?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2349739611688815038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2349739611688815038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2349739611688815038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2349739611688815038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/turning-that-frown-upside-down.html' title='Turning that frown upside-down'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-4211847564432720012</id><published>2010-03-02T18:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:42:42.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is watching out for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had a rough night last night.  I really don't know what it was, but I just needed a good cry, I think.  Thanks to my mom for being the unfortunate saint at the other end of the line as she listened to me ramble unintelligible sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've been working on seeing a counselor for months now, and I was at my wit's end.  In an effort to try to reach one to schedule an appointment with (none of the previous inquiries had bothered to return my call), I, very much like a lunatic, began dialing any number I could find off the list of insurance approved psychiatrists.  I left voicemail after voicemail each click of the phone making my heart sink even more at the though that, again, one would just brush me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I dialed the number of one psychiatrist whom shares my last name, and at 11:00 at night, I hear a "Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Finally.  Someone cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She didn't let me get off that phone call for nearly 40 minutes.  I left with her office number, cell number, and even her fax number and a promise, to be there, waiting for me at 6:00 on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can't express how grateful I am that someone finally took the initiative to hear me out and talk to me like a human being.  With every ignored call a literal slap in the face, I'm glad someone was there to pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Never underestimate the effect you have on someone in need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Take the inititave and be &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;kind of person for someone else.  There is nothing more angelic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-4211847564432720012?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/4211847564432720012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=4211847564432720012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4211847564432720012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/4211847564432720012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-is-watching-out-for-me.html' title='Someone is watching out for me...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1593543736262092148</id><published>2010-03-01T17:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:03:12.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buried Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyone ever watched The Buried Life on MTV? It's a relatively new show about a group of young men who made a list and have set out on a quest to fulfill everything they want to do before they die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm sure every one of us have set goals of things we want to accomplish throughout our lifetime, and besides the standard responses like "get married" and "have kids" (both of which I want to do), what do you REALLY want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Here's my top 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1: Visit all 50 states (Sara, I'm so envious of you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2: Go to an Arizona Cardinals game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3: Live in New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4: Get a stamp in my passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5: Be an inspiration to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What's your top 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Check out this tear-jerking video. I cry every time I watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRexWE9yBVA&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1593543736262092148?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1593543736262092148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1593543736262092148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1593543736262092148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1593543736262092148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/03/buried-blog.html' title='The Buried Blog'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6206541912769532307</id><published>2010-02-26T11:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:52:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Winding in &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; winding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loss is a subjective word. Did I lose my willpower? Did I lose my focus? Did I lose my dedication? Have I lost my faith? Am I losing my job? Did I lose my best friend? Am I about to lose my mind? What exactly is loss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loss is my temporary still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loss inspires hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Loss has been my vindication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So mesmerizing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so hypnotizing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am captivated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I literally feel change brewing. I can taste it. I can hear it. How do I find it? Only through the faith of others and the fervor of one imperfect person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am flawed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is where I begin: to go back to basics, to begin anew, and find out who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is my journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4s0bE8LrTgo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6206541912769532307?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6206541912769532307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6206541912769532307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6206541912769532307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6206541912769532307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/02/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8555314616803466357</id><published>2010-02-25T20:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:55:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to my blog readers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I've been thinking about doing a DAILY blog.  Yes, daily!  Anyone interested in reading it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Live changes, diets, Beesley, work, etc.  I'm going to discuss it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Shoot me a comment to let me know if I'm going to actually have some followers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8555314616803466357?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8555314616803466357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8555314616803466357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8555314616803466357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8555314616803466357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2010/02/earth-to-my-blog-readers.html' title='Earth to my blog readers...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-2127527741379005501</id><published>2009-09-26T17:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:08:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Only you could fill the void I feel inside right now.  Why did you have to go so early?  4 years ago I didn't know what I was missing.  Why do I now feel remorse for words left unsaid.  I never told you I Love You.  I hope you know I do.  When I'm down, I want my dad.  After I moved out I used to avoid calling home because I was afraid you'd answer, and I didn't really want to talk to you.  Now it makes me sick to think of how selfish I was.  What I would give to be able to call home and have you answer.  What I would give to take back the time I yelled that I hated you for not giving me something I wanted.  You gave it to me anyway, because that's what dad's do.  Did I ever say thank you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom told me a few months ago that I was a daddy's girl when I was a child.  I bet you were so proud of that.  Would you be proud of me now, despite all the mistakes I've made?  You loved mom at her best and her worst.  I hope I can find a man like you, but I know I can't.  You're greater than any man I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time I pass that exit in Flagstaff where Julia called to tell me you had passed on, I ache a little more.  I kick myself every day for not leaving on November 25th.  I stayed home because I wanted to sleep so I could be ready for the drive the next day.  How selfish I was, again.  I didn't make it in time to see your last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remember a phone call from you, it might have been the last time I talked to you on the phone.  You told me you were sitting in as a witness in the baptismal font of the temple, and you looked up and saw me sitting on the front row of the pews, watching you.  You said you knew it wasn't me physically, but I was there with you in spirit.  I guess in a way I did see you right before you died.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope you watch over me from up in heaven.  It doesn't fill the void, but I like to think you know me and are proud of me.  Watch over mom, too.  I think we both need you now more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love my dad, I hope I see you again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Malena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-2127527741379005501?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/2127527741379005501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=2127527741379005501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2127527741379005501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/2127527741379005501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8174035333224239788</id><published>2009-06-17T22:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:44:04.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;God blessed me with an idiot filter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I used to think my weight and looks were a downfall, but thanks to the kindness of an old friend, I realized something today...Heavenly Father has just been protecting me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Let's pretend for a few minutes that I weigh 120 pounds.  Most guys would be instantly drawn to me, I'd fit the attraction they are addicted to.  I know we all have our own opinions on attraction, but the fact is that people are drawn to those that fit certain physical criteria.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Back to reality: I DON'T weigh 120 pounds, I have everything else going for me but THAT.  If someone isn't attracted to me because of that one simple flaw, then they just lost out on an amazing opportunity.  Sure, I'm not going to be a match for just anyone, but that's my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Heavenly Father has saved me from a lot of heartache.  My idiot filter has weeded out those guys who aren't going to love me for ME.  I don't have to put up with those that are shallow, liars, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt;.  The guy I end up with someday will be one lucky man, and I'll know he's for me because he will have made it through the filter.  I know I'm an amazing person, and I know what I want in life.  I'm in no hurry, divine courses are not to be rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For all those of you out there who feel discouraged or worthless, remember that God has a plan for you, and who knows...maybe you have your own filter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8174035333224239788?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8174035333224239788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8174035333224239788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8174035333224239788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8174035333224239788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-blessings.html' title='Hidden Blessings'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1857461474829638379</id><published>2009-06-13T17:21:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:09:16.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here he is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Meet Jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346975963712517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRGTzui9XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PgoyVw7ZfRc/s320/jaredglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It began at the beginning of Febuary. I'd been hanging around an online chatroom for a few weeks, mainly out of boredom...living alone does that to you. I'd talked to some interesting and pretty weird people on there. Jared joined the chatroom, and because of his screename I automatically assumed he was female, but to my surprise, he turned out to be a guy ;) He hung around for a while, and eventually we started talking in private, emailing, and as things progressed we exchanged phone numbers. What an awkward first phone conversation! I was sooo nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;About a month later there was talk of possibly meeting. We decided he was going to fly out here for a while so he could see how he likes Arizona, and see what happens between us. Long story short, he bought his ticket, booked his hotel, and before we knew it, he was on his way! What a roller coaster ride it has been to get to that point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I picked him up from the airport on Sunday morning, May 31. I couldn't hardly stand still while I was watching the people shuffle out of the terminal. I kept thinking I saw him, but as the person got closer, I realized it wasn't him. I looked down at my cell phone to see if he'd texted and when I looked back up, there he was! He was standing in front of me with a big grin on his face. We both said hi and I gave him a big hug. I don't think I'll ever forget that meeting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;We had a lot of fun during the 6 days he was here. He came to church with me, we had friends over for dinner, we went to Holbrook to my old roommates ranch and went horseback riding, and we went spent some time in Sedona. One of his favorite things to do here was go to the old drive-in movie theater we still have in town, and when he found out we have Little Ceasar's Pizza here, he vowed to live here someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346979965003752802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRJ8tst5WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hkQ4ESitWw4/s320/mehorse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I didn't like that horse so much...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346979958497333826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRJ8Vdd0kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SgMw1-uNOl8/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;He's a natural!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981085671056002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRK98gn4oI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_qIhjgld6mA/s320/jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Chilling out in Holbrook...he's buff! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981078290530674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRK9hA-AXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HW5747x6ZQY/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Us hiking in beautiful Sedona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jared's 29, he's was born and raised in Boston, and currently lives in Salem, NH. We don't know where things are going, but for now it's fun to have a new friend. We get along perfectly and have current and future endeavors in common. We'll see what happens! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1857461474829638379?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1857461474829638379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1857461474829638379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1857461474829638379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1857461474829638379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-he-is.html' title='Here he is!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SjRGTzui9XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PgoyVw7ZfRc/s72-c/jaredglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7331248742535615757</id><published>2009-05-09T10:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:34:46.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm hurting and I don't know how to make myself feel better.  I'm trying to get over a guy, but it's not something I've had to ever do before.  I've been a basket case all week, and knowing you've all most likely been through it before, I figure I could enlist some help.  A phone call, a visit, some advice, someone please answer my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7331248742535615757?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7331248742535615757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7331248742535615757' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7331248742535615757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7331248742535615757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-64681335568647988</id><published>2009-04-25T17:22:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:48:23.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make the most of this beautiful day, since we're together I might as well say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;As many of you have already witnessed on Facebook, I've been having some more neighbor problems...I suppose "problems" is an understatement, as I have had to call the police on him 4 times in the last 2 weeks. He is INSANE. That blog I wrote "Adventures in Homeownership, Part 1" was only the beginning...here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jim Sterkenberg. He's a middle-aged, single, chronically pissy man. I smile at him in passing in the parking lot, and all I get back is a scowl. I say hello when I see him outside, and somehow I become invisible. He's given me more problems than I ever thought one person could, and I have absolutely come to my wits end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use pages and pages of words to tell all the stories of what this coward has done to make my life miserable, but I'll just let this video sum it all up. Listen to it, and I'll explain what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-456aa0bd1cfe579b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D456aa0bd1cfe579b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165E5AB350928E8D5327C148D6CC53C9DC1E913A.65A47B0967C060CA84173B8AA34C017AF98287E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D456aa0bd1cfe579b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-eWMDfTr150_j-KoUJfPJw1acP8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D456aa0bd1cfe579b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D165E5AB350928E8D5327C148D6CC53C9DC1E913A.65A47B0967C060CA84173B8AA34C017AF98287E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D456aa0bd1cfe579b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-eWMDfTr150_j-KoUJfPJw1acP8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;From 10pm on Tuesday night to 6am on Wednesday morning, this pounding is ALL I heard. His unit is directly above me, and what he would do is go to every room and take something like a broom and pound on the floor a few times. He'd stop for a few minute and then go make the rounds to each room again. By 12:45 (right after this video was shot) I called the cops the first time. Throughout the night I called the cops 2 more times. I had to miss half a day at work because of this idiot, I didn't get even 20 minutes of sleep that night. At the end of the video you can hear water running loudly, this is my neighbors shower. When he has it on, I can hear it clear as day. He turned his shower on at 8:30pm on Tuesday and had it on alllllll the way until 7am on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Won't you be, please won't you be my neighbor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-64681335568647988?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456aa0bd1cfe579b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/64681335568647988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=64681335568647988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/64681335568647988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/64681335568647988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-make-most-of-this-beautiful-day.html' title='Let&apos;s make the most of this beautiful day, since we&apos;re together I might as well say...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-3281614716333930774</id><published>2008-11-02T13:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:11:43.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's been a rough week, not gonna lie. I'm struggling with a lot of things, the main one being the fact that I feel very alone, even though I know I'm not. When I moved houses and wards, I lost a lot of old friends, and that's been extremely hard for me to deal with. Most people I know have a least one close friend they can call on, but I don't feel that way. I wish I did. Anyway...I need to stop feeling sorry for myself, and kind of let it all out. I'm not looking for sympathy, but just trying to make it through the day. Who knows, maybe someone can benefit for this blog song...I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics. It really is a great song. Funny how lyrics can pick you up when you're down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;br /&gt;"One Day You Will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You feel like you're falling backwards&lt;br /&gt;Like you're slippin' through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Like no one would even notice&lt;br /&gt;If you left this town and never came back&lt;br /&gt;You walk outside and all you see is rain&lt;br /&gt;You look inside and all you feel is pain&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;But down the road the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;In every cloud there's a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;Just keep holding on (just keep holding on)&lt;br /&gt;And every heartache makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be much longer&lt;br /&gt;You'll find love, you'll find peace&lt;br /&gt;And the you you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I know right now that's not the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up every morning and ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here anyway&lt;br /&gt;With the weight of all those disappointments&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in your ear&lt;br /&gt;You're just barely hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;You wanna scream but you're down to your last breath&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to rise above&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Find just what you're made of, you're made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one day you will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB_rRIWoGAA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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/7453672166208577436-3281614716333930774?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/3281614716333930774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=3281614716333930774' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3281614716333930774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/3281614716333930774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of those weeks...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8318317644083714125</id><published>2008-09-27T12:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:49:49.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Homeownership, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's official: I'm a homeowner! Okay...it's been 4 weeks (to the day) since I've moved in, so that would explain my lack of bloggage. Actually, not really, since I still have no life and could have written hundreds of blogs in my spare time. What can I say, I'm a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nothing very exciting has happened, until yesterday. Lets just say I was officially welcomed into to the condominium complex by being yelled and cursed at by my neighbor. Yeah...here's the story;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have known about a problem with my washer hookups for a few weeks now, and have just gotten around to hiring a handyman to come fix it for me, since the only skills I possess involve all things banking. My complex is apartments turned condominiums, so all the water lines are connected to multiple units. I took the morning off of work, informed my neighbors that the water would be shut off from 8:30-11:00 to facilitate repairs, and waited for the handyman. After working on the problem for a few minutes, he realized he needed more parts. By 10:45 he was on his way to The Home Depot for the second time to pick up another part. At 11:10, I was sitting in my living room and the next thing I know I hear "GUUUUUUUUUUUUSHHHHHHHHHHHHH" realizing that someone had turned the water back on (mind you, the handyman had left the pipes open...) I RUN out side, and yell "TURN THE WATER OFF!!", and see the handyman yelling at my neighbor, who is absolutely beside himself that it's 11:10 and the water isn't back on yet. The handyman runs back into my house and begins his repairs, leaving me outside to battle it out with my extremely irate neighbor. Having dealt with my fair share of irate customers at work, I tried all the usual tactics to calm him down, but nothing was working...so I started yelling, too. By this time he was cursing at me, so I walked away as he yelled "I'm going to get my mail, and this water HAD BETTER be back on by the time I get back!" (Mind you, the mailboxes are about a 30 second walk away). I frantically call my friend, Michael, and plead for him to come rescue me, which he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;About a minute later I hear Mr. Uptight Neighbor pound on my front door, and when I open it he yells: "TELL YOUR PLUMBER THAT HE'S A ****ING *****!" Well, Mr. Plumber hears this, and yells back, using a few choice words himself, and I'm thinking "What the **** did I get myself into?!" Handyman finished the job, we turn the water back on, Michael gets there and calms me down, we mop up my flooded kitchen, and all is well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some adventure, eh? And I have so much more to look forward to. Michael and I agreed that on my last day of living here, I'm going to shut the water off when I leave. Yeah, that'll show 'em. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway...right now I'm painting my bedroom, the living room, the hallway, and my kitchen. Here are some before pictures, and I'll post more as the progress continues. More to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788244431031634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MFqQbzVI/AAAAAAAAADk/cX9CvLgORXs/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788249728992274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MF9_kRBI/AAAAAAAAADs/d_v4tigrP4s/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788257634136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MGbcTM2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/aX_048zlheU/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788259530336578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MGigY6UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SArJHwPfREs/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250788267178276146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MG-_zNTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bZyzCH1d2tg/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. THE OFFICE! Gas station proposal! Let me know your thoughts!!! It was an amazing episode, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8318317644083714125?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8318317644083714125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8318317644083714125' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8318317644083714125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8318317644083714125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-in-homeownership-part-1.html' title='Adventures in Homeownership, Part 1'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SN6MFqQbzVI/AAAAAAAAADk/cX9CvLgORXs/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1046720803436965605</id><published>2008-08-05T21:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:47:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is the eve of my 23rd birthday, and I have a lot on my mind. I decided a little while ago that 23 was going to be my year. Change is in the air, and I can’t wait begin my new journeys. Rather than list all the things I want to accomplish, I’ll just write. That’s what blogs are all about, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss! I’m slacking! I need help! Two weeks ago I enrolled in a weight loss psychology class, and have learned a lot about myself and my habits in this short time. I’m very optimistic and am looking forward to getting back on track. Any help, suggestions, and comments would be much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get married. Yep. I’m going to be that blunt about it. I want marital bliss…and unbliss. This means I have to date…a heck of a lot more than I’m doing right now. Last year I had a goal to go on 12 dates (which would have over quadrupled the number I had been on my entire life), and I think I went on 6? It’s a start, but not quite what I’m looking for. 24 dates. That’s my goal. That’s two dates a month…a date every other weekend. That’s feasible, right? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malena will now be known as a social butterfly. I want to become more social, and need to find ways to do so. I’ve become slightly more social in the last few months, and am really enjoying getting to know new people and make more friends. Lets hope this can continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, but it’s dead end. I’ve tried three times within the last 6 months to advance, to no avail. I want to use the skills and dedication I have to be the best employee I can be, and am trying everything in my power to do so. If it means finding a new job, then so be it. I’ve been at my job for 4 years now, and I don’t want to leave, but I also want to progress, personally. Big career changes are coming this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the changes I am in the process of making, there is one thing I am very proud of having accomplished recently. I’m a homeowner! Okay…I’m closing on the 15th, but it’s basically mine. I found a STEAL, and am so excited to move in! I’ll be posting pictures as I remodel. Look out, handywoman on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a great day! 23 is going to be a great year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday to my cousin Melanie tomorrow, too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog song:&lt;br /&gt;Lost-Michael Buble’…’cause I’m definitely not lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvNSI4-PV8s&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1046720803436965605?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1046720803436965605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1046720803436965605' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1046720803436965605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1046720803436965605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-is-eve-of-my-23rd-birthday-and-i.html' title='It&apos;s My Year!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8001458592637956462</id><published>2008-07-26T17:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:37:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Be Patient!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;New blog coming soon. It's been a hectic month! I have big house news and big weight news...I'm just not sure how I'm going to write it all. Please be patient as I write, and check back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, check out this HILARIOUS Office video! It's not true, and everything has been completely taken out of context, but it made me laugh harder than I ever have before. Well, maybe not EVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Whoever made this is WAY too creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_9AkfxNtsc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8001458592637956462?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8001458592637956462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8001458592637956462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8001458592637956462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8001458592637956462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-be-patient.html' title='Please Be Patient!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6750468910719118645</id><published>2008-06-23T20:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:13:33.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.4 away from a double quinceanera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hopefully the title makes sense...ya know, 15=a quinceanera, and I've lost 29.6 pounds, so it's a double quinceanera! Okay, bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, friends, not only is Malena a bad blogger-updater, but she has now lost 29.6 pounds!!! Holy crap! Am I forgiven for not updating my blog, Cade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Here's the most recent picture of me, taken about 3 weeks ago (with my killer new haircut and my new favorite [smaller] shirt!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215292476927440642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SGBw4D8G9wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xotmNom2Da4/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Close up of the new DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215293280144875522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SGBxm0KEYAI/AAAAAAAAADE/4G1WGmUuBZg/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And, a picture of my nephew, because he's ADORABLE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215293482576738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SGBxymRleGI/AAAAAAAAADM/mQgNL8_eyes/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anywho, in other news, I'm trying to buy a condo! Trying, as in I can't really find one. I've been paying rent for 5 years now, and I'm ready for my own place. I'm all set to buy, but the condos I like already have offers made on them, and are therefore slightly unavailable. One of the complexes that I'm considering is right across the street from my aunt AnnaMarie (cross streets are Dobson/Broadway). It's so close to my work (about 3.5 miles-hello biking!), and right by family. The housing market in the Phoenix area pretty much crashed a few months ago, so now is the perfect time to buy. I'll keep you all updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Song of the blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rascal Flatts-"Shine On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shine on, my friends.  Shine on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/czCS1aXg8Zk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6750468910719118645?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6750468910719118645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6750468910719118645' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6750468910719118645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6750468910719118645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-away-from-double-quinceanera.html' title='.4 away from a double quinceanera!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SGBw4D8G9wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xotmNom2Da4/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1259843590459791236</id><published>2008-06-02T20:01:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:37:14.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Bikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I will call this blog ‘24 bikes‘. Did you see the movie ‘27 Dresses’? Well, this blog has nothing to do with that movie (great movie, by the way), but the title ‘24 bikes’ sounds cool. Basically, I have two topics for this update, so I need to combine them into one blog. Are you following me? Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Uno:&lt;br /&gt;24 is the magic number! I have lost 24 pounds as of 2 weeks ago. I didn’t get a chance to weigh in this week, because I was in Utah. Maybe in 3 weeks you’ll get to find out how much I lost this week, but for now, 24 is my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485295166112466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SES0SRdyQtI/AAAAAAAAACc/z9sum2sDBfQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I’ve never seen the show ‘24’, but the logo is fitting for this part of the blog. Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Zwei;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bike! He is my old-new best friend. I LOVE him! I don’t know why I decided to buy a bike, or call ‘it’ a ‘he’ for that matter, but I’m sure glad I did. I am lucky to have some friends who are willing to bike with me, and I have enjoyed going on long bike rides with them every week. I say ‘enjoyed’ because I live in Arizona, and biking in our current weather is like a death wish. For the first few weeks I had the bike, I rode to work a few times (hello…12.02 miles!), and went on long bike rides almost every night. I wish I could continue to bike daily, but it’s not really possible. I’m anxiously looking forward to the cooler weather (in 6 months), so I can REALLY get into biking. I took my bike to Utah with me last week, and enjoyed riding it in the canyon and around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485836331991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SES0xxdyQuI/AAAAAAAAACk/AoUSZDEJaec/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I told my dietician the amount of exercise I was doing with my bike, she just about died. I guess people my ‘size’ aren’t able to do that much exercise, and the fact that I was doing it, willingly, really surprised her. She commended my new hobby, and I am quite pleased with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207490414767129346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SES48RdyQwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YOZqKxTkH-w/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow, did I really just make that whole paragraph into one sentence? Sharla, don’t kill me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any who, thanks for checking up on me, and thanks for your comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until next time, I leave you with a very appropriate song for this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘24’ by Switchfoot. Funny video, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite line: “I’m not coping out.” Darn right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6rHbv7H5AA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1259843590459791236?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1259843590459791236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1259843590459791236' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1259843590459791236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1259843590459791236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-bikes.html' title='24 Bikes'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SES0SRdyQtI/AAAAAAAAACc/z9sum2sDBfQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5669877550034116097</id><published>2008-05-25T18:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:53:35.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This blog entry it to let you know of a blog entry which is upcoming, but not yet completed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks to my faithful, and oh-so devoted readers (*cough*cademelaniesharla*cough*), I have been warned that if I don't update my blog, I will be disowned from the family...seriously.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's to family threats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Malena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5669877550034116097?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5669877550034116097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5669877550034116097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5669877550034116097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5669877550034116097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/05/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7209920338414606534</id><published>2008-05-02T01:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:15:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting, The Book of Mormon, the Gospel, Prayer, etc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;About six months ago something happened to me. I’m not entirely sure what, but it helped me completely turn my life around. I never did anything bad, I just wasn’t doing anything good. I think it started with a book: Standing For Something by Gordon B Hinckley (go read it, if you haven’t.). I like reading church books, but I haven’t ever really applied them. For some reason, I felt compelled to apply what I was learning in this book. Slowly, my life started to change. The changes were gradual and small, but I find myself today, looking back in amazement at everything that has changed. I first began to give service. Not huge life-changing service, but the small stuff that makes someone smile, or have a better day. I also started to pray…for real. After I had the praying down, I started to read The Book of Mormon (again, go read it if you haven’t). Today, six months later, I continue to give service, I have real prayers everyday, I’m just wrapping up with Mosiah in The Book of Mormon, I’ve become 50 times more social, I’ve lost weight (and still continue to), etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for mentioning the things above is to explain why I’ve been able to lose weight. My hope is that someone can read this blog, become inspired and motivated, and begin their own journey. There are so many things I am doing differently with my current weight loss endeavor, and those things have made all the difference. I believe that I at where I am today because of the things that I have done personally to prepare for this journey. When I began reading The Book of Mormon and praying, I had no intentions of losing weight (even though I knew I needed to), in fact, it was pretty much the furthest thing from my mind at that time. As my relationship with my Heavenly Father grew, so did my desire to change several things in my life. One thing I’ve always wanted to do was to become more social, and with the help of wonderful roommates and friends, I now attend all the church activities I can, and I actually talk to other people. I try to sit with people I don’t know at church, and I frequently invite people over to the house (mainly to watch The Office… :). Weight loss just came along as a side thought one day, and without hesitation, I decided that was the direction I needed to go. The things that I started to learn about myself, and about my habits were so profound, that I decided to document it. Hence, the birth of a new blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray for strength with several things. I recognize that I can’t make any progress without the help of my Heavenly Father, and so I ask him to help me with specific things I struggle with. I used to have terrible cravings, and now I find those same things repulsive. I was just reading a talk from October 2007 General Conference by Elder Bruce D. Porter titled A Broken Heart and a Contrite Spirit. I line in that talk really stuck out to me: “When we yield our hearts to the Lord, the attractions of the world simply lost their luster.” I’m sure this statement can apply to several different things, but I felt like it really applied to my situation. I am praying to the Lord to help with my cravings, and now those things I used to crave have simply lost their luster. Amazing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that when I am reading The Book of Mormon, I come across verses that really stick out. It’s almost like they were put in there to help me, because they really have. Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nephi 32:9 “But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul.”&lt;br /&gt;Jacob 3:1 “But behold, I, Jacob, would speak unto you that are pure in heart. Look unto God with firmness of mind, and pray unto him with exceeding faith, and he will console you in your afflictions…”&lt;br /&gt;Jacob 3:11 “O my brethren, hearken unto my words; arouse the faculties of your souls; shake yourselves that ye may awake from the slumber of death; and loose yourselves from the pains of hell that ye may not become angels to the devil, to be cast into that lake of fire and brimstone which is the second death.”&lt;br /&gt;Mosiah 10:11 What not to do: “Now, the Lamanites knew nothing concerning the Lord, nor the strength of the Lord, therefore they depended upon their own strength. Yet they were a strong people, as to the strength of men.”&lt;br /&gt;Enos 1:15 “…I cried unto him continually, for he had said unto me: Whatsoever thing ye shall ask in faith, believing that ye shall receive in the name of Christ, ye shall receive it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that some of the scriptures might warrant an explanation, and that is something I will provide upon request. Each of these scriptures spoke to me at a certain point in my journey, and they aided in allowing me to overcome some type of obstacle. There are so many things pertaining to the Gospel that have helped me, and I wish I could list them all, but I’m afraid this blog would be never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I am grateful for the trials I have faced in my life, they have only served to make me stronger. I know that if I’m looking for help with things in my life, I make sure that I have the important things in my life in order, and the help will come. It may not be in a way I want, or in a way I initially recognize, but it always comes. Again, I did not begin these small changes in my life with the hope of greater things coming about, but they did, and for that I am very grateful. It’s been six glorious months, and I’m in this for the eternal haul (if you will). I’ve lost 20.6 pounds so far and I’m loving life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195690998172033826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SBrNb1S9IyI/AAAAAAAAACU/l8LhPtpkFVM/s320/s727054079_567225_5171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7209920338414606534?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7209920338414606534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7209920338414606534' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7209920338414606534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7209920338414606534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/05/dieting-book-of-mormon-gospel-prayer.html' title='Dieting, The Book of Mormon, the Gospel, Prayer, etc...'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SBrNb1S9IyI/AAAAAAAAACU/l8LhPtpkFVM/s72-c/s727054079_567225_5171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-8817064053049682471</id><published>2008-04-19T10:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:17:15.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Office episode EVER!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Thursday night was the best night EVER.  Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OrGW3maT4U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OrGW3maT4U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so giddy, I'm making myself sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another clip, from the second best episode ever.  This takes place before the previous clip.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RL4Vg23yi3w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RL4Vg23yi3w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I bought a bike!  More on that next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-8817064053049682471?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/8817064053049682471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=8817064053049682471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8817064053049682471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/8817064053049682471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-office-episode-ever.html' title='The best Office episode EVER!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-1519906941118590867</id><published>2008-04-14T21:02:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:24:26.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) &lt;----That's me-VERY HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sorry for the delay in updates. I've decided to post my 'Dieting &amp;amp; The Book of Mormon' blog later, as I can't seem to get the final draft just right. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lets see...where to begin. I lost a slightly disappointing 1 pound two weeks ago, but this last week was AMAZING! More on that later... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I went to Utah for conference last week, and got to spend some quality time with my family, including Lindsay and Natalie, who live in Oregon and Oklahoma, respectively. It was a much needed vacation (of sorts) and I was very happy to see my family, whom I miss immensely. I was lucky enough to travel with some good friends from my ward, and we had a really good time...all 24 hours in the car together. None of them had been to conference before, and one of them was just baptized in February, so it was nice to be able to be with them for their first live conference experience. Here are some pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189320888139551026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SAQr2oMSkTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N0IxUiCxFNg/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Clark, Jason, and Danielle outside of the conference center&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189321300456411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SAQsOoMSkUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Sa0cTcTkFL0/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Danielle, Jason, Clark, and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I wasn't sure if I'd lose any weight while in Utah, but when I got back, lo and behold, I lost 5 POUNDS...or as my roommate, Lindsey says "That's as much as a premature baby!" This brings my total of weight loss to 20.2 POUNDS! YIPPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here are some pictures of me, after 15.2 pounds of weight loss. Can you tell the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189323551019274578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SAQuRoMSkVI/AAAAAAAAACE/aziwaHZsyRk/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me and my sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189323568199143778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SAQuSoMSkWI/AAAAAAAAACM/zGBreVn9uC0/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My friend Lamar, and I at a Phoenix Coyotes hockey game &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm feeling good, things are going great, and I'm excited for my progress! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;On an unrelated note...Is everyone as excited as I am that The Office is back on?! My life has had a void in it for the last 5 months, and now I feel complete. The Office is the greatest. Go watch it.  I'm watching it as we speak!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thanks for reading, and come back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-1519906941118590867?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/1519906941118590867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=1519906941118590867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1519906941118590867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/1519906941118590867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/04/thats-me-very-happy.html' title=':) &lt;----That&apos;s me-VERY HAPPY!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/SAQr2oMSkTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N0IxUiCxFNg/s72-c/Picture+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-6361630817548555568</id><published>2008-04-01T22:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:18:28.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm fairly new to this whole blogging thing...so I'm wondering how I can add a list to my blog of other bloggers blogs. Wow, that's kind of fun to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Also, obviously this layout is a generic one, how do I make the layout my own? Melanie-I especially like yours. How do I do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Any other cool things you guys can help me with to add to my blog would be much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thanks for your help fellow bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;P.S. Here is the picture of the stapler in Jello, as requested by Aunt Ellen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184512209342966754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_MWYruQK-I/AAAAAAAAABY/u3hKmYCHYbs/s320/n727054079_437128_6255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-6361630817548555568?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/6361630817548555568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=6361630817548555568' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6361630817548555568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/6361630817548555568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/04/questions.html' title='Questions!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_MWYruQK-I/AAAAAAAAABY/u3hKmYCHYbs/s72-c/n727054079_437128_6255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-5687060643617188919</id><published>2008-03-28T08:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:30:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pre-"diet" photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wanted to post some 'before' pictures, so I can show my progress. These pictures aren't exactly easy for me to look at...but it makes me feel GREAT to know that I don't really look like this anymore. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S.-Stay tuned...I have a really good blog that I'm in the process of writing. It's called "Dieting &amp;amp; The Book of Mormon". Oh yeah, be excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0NibuQK9I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuiqKcUAZmg/s1600-h/n727054079_437131_7001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182813631381777362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0NibuQK9I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuiqKcUAZmg/s320/n727054079_437131_7001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; At work after the Stapler in Jello prank that was played on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M5ruQK4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IsTDxZTeUKM/s1600-h/n727054079_191126_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812931302108034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M5ruQK4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IsTDxZTeUKM/s320/n727054079_191126_6464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My roommates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M5ruQK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hggiEkyo6aQ/s1600-h/n727054079_264637_7238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812931302108050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M5ruQK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hggiEkyo6aQ/s320/n727054079_264637_7238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pretending to be my boss on Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M57uQK6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6NG-w_MOH8c/s1600-h/n727054079_346118_7380.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812935597075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M57uQK6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6NG-w_MOH8c/s320/n727054079_346118_7380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; With my rommate, Aubrie, at the Mesa Temple lights for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M6LuQK7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/e6NgD75hMfk/s1600-h/n727054079_346119_7645.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M6LuQK8I/AAAAAAAAABE/JmY5BiZQyRM/s1600-h/n727054079_374195_7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812939892042690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0M6LuQK8I/AAAAAAAAABE/JmY5BiZQyRM/s320/n727054079_374195_7588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; At the beach in Ft. Lauderdale (right before the cruise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-5687060643617188919?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/5687060643617188919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=5687060643617188919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5687060643617188919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/5687060643617188919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-pre-diet-photos.html' title='Some pre-&quot;diet&quot; photos'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R-0NibuQK9I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuiqKcUAZmg/s72-c/n727054079_437131_7001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7630182118016335486</id><published>2008-03-23T10:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:08:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow...sorry about the lack of updates!  The last few weeks have been H-E-C-T-I-C.  Hopefully everything will calm down this week and I can get back to posting weekly blogs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Since I've been gone, I have lost a total of 13 pounds (-1.2 pounds every week).  I AM SO HAPPY!  I went to San Francisco a few weeks ago for the weekend and still managed to lose weight that week...maybe because we walked everywhere.  A few weeks ago I bought a new pair of pants that are a size smaller than I have worn, and not only did they fit, but the are ALREADY too big.  Who knew?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I met with my counselor for the 4th time last week and he basically told me that I don't need to be meeting with him anymore, because I'm already doing everything right.  I never thought I'd hear that...I told him that I wanted to keep meeting with him, just in case.  I have my second appointment with my dietician on April 1, and I will give updates on how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thank you to everyone for your emails and comments.  I appreciate them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Motivational quote of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nothing can be done without hope and confidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-Helen Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7630182118016335486?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7630182118016335486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7630182118016335486' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7630182118016335486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7630182118016335486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-going-strong.html' title='Still going strong!'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453672166208577436.post-7435588001276111380</id><published>2008-03-03T17:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:35:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am happy to announce-I lost ANOTHER 2 pounds this week. I am now 9.4 pounds less of myself. I am so happy! At church yesterday I had someone tell me I was 'glowing'. Maybe that is somehow tied into Cade's comment about me getting pregnant so I can lose weight chasing after my kid. Ha! I'm sorry to tell you Cade, I won't be getting married and pregnant anytime soon. Wow...I hope my mom isn't reading this. She's probably sorely confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I pretty much have the first 10 pounds out of the way, I'm focusing on long term. I've proven to myself that I can lose the weight and now I need to work on keeping my motivation and determination. This is why I have failed in the past. I'm gung-ho about losing weight, but then I lose willpower, my cravings control me....yada yada yada. I know I have things in place to help me with this problem, but any help you guys can give me would be greatly appreciated. My counselor suggested I have people check up on me in a month or so. My gung-ho weight loss cycles last about 2-3 months, which means in the middle of March or April I might be running into some problems. If you feel so inclined, please shoot me an email (I'll list all my contact info below), a phone call, letter, etc. in the coming weeks to help me with this upcoming obstacle. I'm not anticipating any problems, but I know things happen, and live throws you for a loop. I'm more motivated now than I was when I started this journey, and that is something that has never happened. Thanks for the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact info:&lt;br /&gt;(480) 221-8979 cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:malena_anderson@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;malena_anderson@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my address-send me an email, text, or call and I'll send it to you. I don't really want to post it publicly online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivational song for the week:&lt;br /&gt;"Right Now" by Van Halen (good lyrics!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keORqkX051s" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453672166208577436-7435588001276111380?l=femalena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/feeds/7435588001276111380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7453672166208577436&amp;postID=7435588001276111380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7435588001276111380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453672166208577436/posts/default/7435588001276111380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femalena.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Malena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555404085500792836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YVhj9Uo-0Ho/R_RYL7uQLAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KTUx9b5-Azc/S220/n727054079_6393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
