<?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-8326819680526242891</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:05:30.634-08:00</updated><category term='things i hate'/><category term='animals'/><category term='to do list'/><category term='misc.'/><category term='trips'/><category term='news'/><category term='things i love'/><category term='food'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='pets'/><category term='horrorscope'/><category term='music'/><category term='tv'/><category term='work'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Sara's Blatherings</title><subtitle type='html'>Random, pointless drivel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-213208970897701942</id><published>2009-10-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:42:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.naturesway.com/images/15148-BrySyrp_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://www.naturesway.com/images/15148-BrySyrp_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreaming I'm sick, then actually getting a cold the next day. :( At least I have paid sick leave. And who doesn't love experimenting with funny-sounding OTC meds, like &lt;a href="http://www.naturesway.com/?pid=15148"&gt;Umcka&lt;/a&gt;? Or chanting them over and over again--umckaumckaumcka--until even your pets look at you weird. :D Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if it actually "speeds recovery time" like it claims on the box, but at least it tastes delicious.&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/8326819680526242891-213208970897701942?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/213208970897701942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/213208970897701942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/213208970897701942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8492111634499407443</id><published>2009-10-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:16:42.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>Computer Fixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always take it for granted, but the Internet--I freakin' love it! For the past couple days, I thought I'd somehow fried my laptop, because it wouldn't turn on. It's amazing how much I rely on that little modem of mine, especially since I almost never watch TV anymore (stupid HD conversion) or listen to the radio (90% ads, 10% music--and about 1% of that I actually like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To make a long story short, I fixed my laptop (thank god for Google!) as soon as I got home. (Who knew that unplugging it, removing the battery, holding the ON button for 30 seconds, then reconnecting everything would actually work?! I thought I found bogus troubleshoot help, but I guess not everyone's a prick online. Pessimist, me? ::scoffs::)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, back to pointless online games and LibraryThing-ing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-8492111634499407443?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8492111634499407443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/computer-fixed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8492111634499407443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8492111634499407443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/computer-fixed.html' title='Computer Fixed'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6518233598709949008</id><published>2009-10-24T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:24:24.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Harriet Tubman: Vampire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, just when I thought our patrons couldn't get any more stupid, we had one person ask when Harriet Tubman would be showing up for the special presentation going on in one of our meeting rooms. I guess I can kinda understand the confusion, since it was called "Visit with Harriet Tubman", but come on, people! I'm not the brightest person in the world (and I seriously suck at History), but even I know the lady isn't alive today. (In case you're curious, she was born in 1822 and died on March 10, 1913.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6518233598709949008?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6518233598709949008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/harriet-tubman-vampire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6518233598709949008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6518233598709949008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/harriet-tubman-vampire.html' title='Harriet Tubman: Vampire?'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1831369835577126305</id><published>2009-10-19T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:39:10.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah, I'm a bad blogger; but here's a quick update of my goings-on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good News&lt;/u&gt;: I finished my &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/topic/53431"&gt;75 Books Challenge&lt;/a&gt; @ LibraryThing today! Yay, go me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bad News&lt;/u&gt;: I may be laid off before the end of the year. Unfortunately, I'm not the only one. Our library has apparently been invaded by @*#!^!% sadists who like messing with people's lives. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; gonna go there in this post, but let's just say I'm less than pleased about their decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1831369835577126305?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1831369835577126305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-news-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1831369835577126305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1831369835577126305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8422143853748594742</id><published>2009-10-05T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:55:41.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>‘Vampires’ tie the knot in Columbia Township</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Normally, I think marriage should be outlawed (after all, it's the #1 cause of divorce ;), but this is more my style--plus it's approaching Halloween--so I had to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vampires vow till death do us part at Ohio wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Monday, October 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLUMBIA STATION, Ohio - An Ohio bride and ghoul have vowed to love each other and haunt and howl at the moon together at a Halloween-themed wedding. Sixty-one-year-old Jack Holsinger and 44-year-old Connie Spitznagel were both made up as pale-faced vampires for their scare-emoney Saturday night at a haunted house near Cleveland. The two chose the location because it's operated by the same people who own a campground where the couple met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holsinger arrived in a coffin inside a hearse, and the coffin was carried to the altar by six pallbearers. Minister Greg Kopp was dressed as Jason in the "Friday the 13th" movies. After the vows were exchanged, he ordered Holsinger not to kiss his new bride but instead to bite her on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: The Chronicle-Telegram, &lt;a href="http://www.chronicletelegram.com/"&gt;http://www.chronicletelegram.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/8326819680526242891-8422143853748594742?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chronicle.northcoastnow.com/2009/10/04/%e2%80%98vampires%e2%80%99-tie-the-knot-in-columbia-township/' title='‘Vampires’ tie the knot in Columbia Township'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8422143853748594742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/vampires-tie-knot-in-columbia-township.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8422143853748594742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8422143853748594742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/10/vampires-tie-knot-in-columbia-township.html' title='‘Vampires’ tie the knot in Columbia Township'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6205543903585932083</id><published>2009-09-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:47:09.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aawww, my first bloggy award. I feel so special, more shortbus special than usual. ;) Thanks, &lt;a href="http://bewitchingbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miranda&lt;/a&gt;! :) Ta da, here 'tis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Lemonade Award is a feel good award that shows great attitude or gratitude. Here are the rules for accepting this award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Put the Lemonade Award logo on your blog or post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nominate some blogs that show great attitude or gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Link your nominees within your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let the nominees know they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Share the love and link to the person from whom you received the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Gotta update later. Break's over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6205543903585932083?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6205543903585932083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-1st-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6205543903585932083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6205543903585932083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-1st-blog-award.html' title='My 1st Blog Award'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1356913170952489411</id><published>2009-08-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:18:06.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>I'll Explain Later . . . For Now Try to Figure the Photos Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3873297675_2186a82fc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3873297675_2186a82fc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3873297665_fc278fee71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/3873297665_fc278fee71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3873297661_93a20ffc53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3873297661_93a20ffc53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3873297655_369b8d2edc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3873297655_369b8d2edc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1356913170952489411?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1356913170952489411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-explain-later-for-now-try-to-figure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1356913170952489411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1356913170952489411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-explain-later-for-now-try-to-figure.html' title='I&apos;ll Explain Later . . . For Now Try to Figure the Photos Out'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3873297675_2186a82fc5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1564433096022870433</id><published>2009-08-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:01:36.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People. (Hmm, that would probably sum up my entire Things I Hate list.) But specifically, people who speed on residential roads and hit/kill animals. Some a-hole killed a squirrel this afternoon right in front of my house and really did a number on his/her skull. The jaw was split in two, and I still can't find all the bone fragments. Hopefully it was a quick death. But the worst thing out of it, is the other squirrel that's been making these mournful noises for the past hour up in our tree. :( Who says animals don't feel anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(I didn't take pictures for obvious reasons. I'm odd, but not disrespectful.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1564433096022870433?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1564433096022870433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1564433096022870433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1564433096022870433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5912076481830935706</id><published>2009-08-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:29:29.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Tampon Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, cool, an even better way for kids to learn twice as fast--merge art and health/sex ed. :D Check this site out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamponcrafts.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tamponcrafts.com/images/header.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oh, the things you can find by just Googling harmless words like "toupee". LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5912076481830935706?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5912076481830935706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/tampon-crafts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5912076481830935706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5912076481830935706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/tampon-crafts.html' title='Tampon Crafts'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4614928933148325522</id><published>2009-08-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:31:49.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>July Book/Movie Challenge Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, yeah. Them challenge thingies and where I'm @:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;75 Books Challenge&lt;/b&gt; -- 49 read. (44 was the goal, so yay! It kinda helps, though, that I've been reading very small books. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;200 Movies in 2009&lt;/b&gt; -- 110 watched. (Should've been done with 117. Le sigh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-4614928933148325522?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4614928933148325522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-bookmovie-challenge-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4614928933148325522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4614928933148325522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-bookmovie-challenge-update.html' title='July Book/Movie Challenge Update'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-580040819500666295</id><published>2009-07-20T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:05:13.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>More Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmSDdn4RBfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zK0XMGWo7o8/s1600-h/000_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554001422157298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmSDdn4RBfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zK0XMGWo7o8/s200/000_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Signs with sexual innuendos on them. Or maybe it's just me reading more into it. Yeah, it's just me. :D (Ignore the word "traffic" when you read it. I can't take pictures for snot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My walk home from the grocery store. Wheeeee! I'd love to tak&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmSGseoDN1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/KLcS0TNmpFQ/s1600-h/000_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557555171145554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmSGseoDN1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/KLcS0TNmpFQ/s200/000_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e my bike down this hill, but I know I'd just biff it on the first block. It's even more gorgeous at night with the stars out and all the street lights on (on this side of the water, as well as the two islands--the one in the background and the itty bitty one just visible on our shore, which is more like a peninsula with a stream running across it, imo). It's a pretty good cardio workout going up, but only in the early mornings or late at night when it's cooler. Otherwise, you'll probably sweat yourself to death. It can be e-vil during the day.&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/8326819680526242891-580040819500666295?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/580040819500666295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/580040819500666295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/580040819500666295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-things-i-love.html' title='More Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmSDdn4RBfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zK0XMGWo7o8/s72-c/000_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4741398695324650818</id><published>2009-07-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:42:06.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Micky/Minnie Visits Me in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmR5a88UzyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X1lyvdwo8jk/s1600-h/000_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360542960420441890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmR5a88UzyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X1lyvdwo8jk/s200/000_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love finding live mice under my dresser. Seriously. Yeah, I know it'd probably freak most (normal) people out, but I'm not most people. Obviously. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It snuck into my room via my window (hey, it's summer, all right?) sometime early Sunday morning and hid behind my file cabinets at first. I know this because two of my cats (Cali--who &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; (unfortunately) killed mice before--and Gabi) were clawing the metal. It sounded exactly like nails down a chalkboard, so of course it woke me up. :/ But I was already half-awake anyway, because just about an hour prior, I heard some poor mouse/rat get killed outside my window. At first, I thought it was my cats who caught something on the windowsill; but when I realized it wasn't, I went racing outside to see if maybe I could save it. Fat chance. Whatever had caught it was off through the bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, back to the mousie in my room--which I wasn't even aware of until a few minutes before I had to leave for work. (Murphy's law. And I was late.) My dog &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; realized there was a mouse hiding under my dresser--how it got from one corner of my room to the other without getting killed by my 6 cats and 1 dog downstairs, I don't know!--and started barking like a maniac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Long story short, I was able to grab the mouse without it being injured (though it did jump out of my hands once) and take it to the upstairs bathroom (probably the only private room in the house). Funny thing, only my dog and a couple of the cats were even interested in what I had. Everyone else just kind of blinked at me, then went back to sleep. :D Lazy cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At first, I was planning on keeping it as a pet. It was so soft and docile (probably shock, now that I think about it), even though it did bite me a few times. (I didn't even feel it. I had to see it to realize, "Oh, hey, you're biting me. How cute!") I put it in a pet carrying case (what you see the mouse in in the photos) and gave it some food. But after realizing it wasn't going to move, I took pity on it and let it loose outside. I've never seen anything so happy to get away from me; it kinda hurt. :( I just hope it survived the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546166373085810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmR8VkC_8nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fFrCQh5uadc/s200/000_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-4741398695324650818?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4741398695324650818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/mickyminnie-visits-me-in-night.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4741398695324650818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4741398695324650818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/mickyminnie-visits-me-in-night.html' title='Micky/Minnie Visits Me in the Night'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SmR5a88UzyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X1lyvdwo8jk/s72-c/000_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1103623564706476063</id><published>2009-07-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:58:30.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The heat. Seriously, I'm about to see mirages in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8326819680526242891-1103623564706476063?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1103623564706476063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-hate_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1103623564706476063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1103623564706476063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-hate_17.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4112078598478446470</id><published>2009-07-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:55:51.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Last night, I lost track of one of my cats in the back yard--only to find this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sk0M7WC0B2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ITCNLGk0ohk/s1600-h/000_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353949745682581346" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sk0M7WC0B2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ITCNLGk0ohk/s200/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, I thought it was my cat, because the dark fur matched hers exactly. And when I had gone inside a few minutes prior, the dogs had gone ballistic over some noise outside. Thankfully, it wasn't her. My cat was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off in the opposite direction, playing in the grass, totally oblivious to all this. (This morning, the guts were gone, so I don't know what it was. Still, poor critter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Appliances that break. So far, the dryer's dead, and now the dishwasher. I don't mind the dryer going kaput--it's summer, so everything can airdry--but come on! The dishwasher?? I'm going to be eating with my hands off the floor pretty soon.&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/8326819680526242891-4112078598478446470?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4112078598478446470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4112078598478446470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4112078598478446470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sk0M7WC0B2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ITCNLGk0ohk/s72-c/000_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4859971268201163310</id><published>2009-06-30T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:08:18.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>June Movie/Book Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the end of June, so where am I in my book and movie challenges? (gets out calculator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75 Books Challenge&lt;/strong&gt; -- 38 read (37.5 is where I should be at, so I'm &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; on target with one challenge! Woo hoo! I'm not even going to list my Paranormal 999 Challenge, because I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; behind on that one; I might as well give up on it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;200 Movies in 2009&lt;/strong&gt; -- 94 watched (I should've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;done with 100, but I've been watching several TV series at once--I haven't finished any of them yet--which has slowed me down considerably.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-4859971268201163310?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4859971268201163310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-moviebook-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4859971268201163310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4859971268201163310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-moviebook-wrap-up.html' title='June Movie/Book Wrap-Up'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7286527509158496452</id><published>2009-06-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:13:01.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>What's That Smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, I am in trouble if this happens at my work. ;) First they make us wash our hands, now this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mayor Joe, you're my hero. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fla. city to workers: Wear underwear, deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.doubleclick.net/jump/news.peoplepc.dart/news_300x250;abr=!ie;sz=300x250;ptile=2;;ord=PLACE%20RANDOM%20EIGHTDIGIT%20NUMBER%20HERE?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, June 18, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROOKSVILLE, Fla. - A Florida city is cleaning up with a new dress code that requires city workers to wear underwear and use deodorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The city council in Brooksville north of Tampa recently approved a dress code that instructs employees to observe "strict personal hygiene."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It also prohibits exposed underwear, clothing with foul language, "sexually provocative" clothes and piercings anywhere except the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Repeat offenders can be fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The city council approved the dress code 4-1 as part of a wider effort to update existing policies and ordinances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one vote in opposition came from Mayor Joe Bernadini. He said the underwear edict "takes away freedom of choice."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Information from: The Tampa Tribune, &lt;a href="http://www.tampatrib.com/"&gt;http://www.tampatrib.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7286527509158496452?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7286527509158496452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-that-smell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7286527509158496452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7286527509158496452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s That Smell?'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4398329566436783200</id><published>2009-06-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:34:16.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Being stalked by crows for food. (I guess that's better than actually &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; the food.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjMmzdwjl6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4GaAnhTzvUQ/s1600-h/000_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346659848222381986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjMmzdwjl6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4GaAnhTzvUQ/s200/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjLjE7SFTsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yeUkpXzcelI/s1600-h/000_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346585381414719170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjLjE7SFTsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yeUkpXzcelI/s200/000_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Reading with furry critters. (And, no, I didn't slam the book shut, you sadistic sicko. But I'm sure you'll be glad to hear it peed on me the second I put the camera down.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346671779234739986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjMxp8PkdxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d9IHEeLmYOk/s200/000_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346675472619345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjM1A7LFFzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wZqQBLWU2PQ/s200/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346678591022937874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjM32cIbtxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Y3oWmlTp_k/s200/000_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-4398329566436783200?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4398329566436783200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4398329566436783200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4398329566436783200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SjMmzdwjl6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4GaAnhTzvUQ/s72-c/000_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8711284481214649625</id><published>2009-06-12T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:59:18.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Jackass: The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Monday, June 15, is &lt;a href="http://sn.im/jxwsz"&gt;National Man Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I the only one seeing this day ending badly for 90% of the men--with a trip to the E.R.? (Could National Man Day just be a conspiracy cooked up by our health care system to make even more money off men? Hmm, could it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other hand (snickers), I'm betting the remaining 10% of men will actually get the gist of this covertly homosexual holiday and, well, celebrate it appropriately--with each other, if y'know what I mean. After all, the 15th is also Steal a Kiss Day. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All I've got to say is "Viva la testosterone!" You keep the remaining 50% of this earth wildly entertained. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about, here's the news article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be a man, would-be holiday organizers urge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, June 11, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELESTINE, Ind. - Two Indiana men have declared Monday "National Man Day" only to find there's already a romantic holiday that falls on that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninteen-year-old Joel Longanecker of Celestine and his 26-year-old brother Aaron, of Indianapolis, have for months been rallying thousands to their masculine cause on Facebook. More than 260,000 people have pledged to "stand up and do manly things" on Man Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out June 15 is also "Sneak a Kiss Day," a day for sweethearts to steal smooches from their sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Day organizers urge participants to take part in "manly" activities such as football, hunting or watching Rocky movies. They claim real men don't "sneak" kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On The Net:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Man Day: &lt;a href="http://sn.im/jxwsz"&gt;http://sn.im/jxwsz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: The Herald, &lt;a href="http://www.dcherald.com/"&gt;http://www.dcherald.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-8711284481214649625?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8711284481214649625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/jackass-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8711284481214649625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8711284481214649625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/jackass-return.html' title='Jackass: The Return'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6126379184908397142</id><published>2009-06-11T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:27:29.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Birthday Cake for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had to post this. How freakin' weird is that? My b-day was just the other day. Not my cake, but they spelled my name right. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/Si7tPKfmcsI/AAAAAAAADLo/MfMDDLHtVEs/s400/Katelyn+W+.+ow+.+misspell+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6126379184908397142?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6126379184908397142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-cake-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6126379184908397142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6126379184908397142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-cake-for-me.html' title='Birthday Cake for Me'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/Si7tPKfmcsI/AAAAAAAADLo/MfMDDLHtVEs/s72-c/Katelyn+W+.+ow+.+misspell+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6725150144440142353</id><published>2009-06-11T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:28:45.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting my hopes up, especially regarding LibraryThing's Collections feature. I had hoped it would include ways of making certain books public or private (at least that's what I had been told), but unfortunately that's not gonna happen. Yet. (sigh) I guess I can wait another year or two till then . . . . (starts to grow a beard--yeah, baby, sexy! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6725150144440142353?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6725150144440142353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6725150144440142353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6725150144440142353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7124082472395454664</id><published>2009-06-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:58:39.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Chicks in the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More things I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When patrons bring their pets into the library. No, I'm not being sarcastic. The other day, a girl brought her baby chicken in and even let me hold it. Aawww. (turns all gooey and maternal) We should just put up a sign: &lt;strong&gt;"Pets Allowed (only if you let Sara play with them)".&lt;/strong&gt; Sounds right, yes? ;) But really, we should allow them in. After all, they do less damage than our patrons. I have yet to see a dog steal a computer, pee on a seat (well...), graffiti our walls, etc. We even had a patron ride his/her horse to our library. Very startling to see a horse outside our doors, but still awesome. Better yet, we should put up this sign: &lt;strong&gt;"Patrons must be accompanied by a pet."&lt;/strong&gt; No pet; no letty-inny.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7124082472395454664?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7124082472395454664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicks-in-library.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7124082472395454664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7124082472395454664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicks-in-library.html' title='Chicks in the Library'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2262438108692276650</id><published>2009-06-04T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:43:45.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I'm Never Gonna Be Able to Eat Fritos Again. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SigRfJN890I/AAAAAAAAAGM/L-6_LfmZrEo/s1600-h/dogfritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343540184623150914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SigRfJN890I/AAAAAAAAAGM/L-6_LfmZrEo/s200/dogfritos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . .not that I really eat them a whole lot, but that's not the point. The point is, there were some Frito chips in my dogs' bag of Pedigree. Yes, they were already inside a sealed bag. I didn't put them there; and, well, I live alone, so no one else could have done it. But I can imagine some Neanderthal Joe Schmo getting hungry while working the puree machine @ Pedigree HQ--"Mmmm . . . processed meat products"--and accidentally dropping part of his lunch in there. Or--an even worse image--is that Pedigree and Fritos share the same factory, so their foods just mix together. Hey, what's a little protein, right? (dry heaves) Now I dare ya to eat some Fritos and try not to imagine what they were touching last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apologies for the really bad photo. The big yellow chunks are the Fritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2262438108692276650?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2262438108692276650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-never-gonna-be-able-to-eat-fritos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2262438108692276650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2262438108692276650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-never-gonna-be-able-to-eat-fritos.html' title='I&apos;m Never Gonna Be Able to Eat Fritos Again. . .'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SigRfJN890I/AAAAAAAAAGM/L-6_LfmZrEo/s72-c/dogfritos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5309246591334454896</id><published>2009-06-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:23:58.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cakes As Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SiIKTCXMuCI/AAAAAAAADC0/jOXGR5bdjsU/s400/Zita+H+onefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SiIKTCXMuCI/AAAAAAAADC0/jOXGR5bdjsU/s400/Zita+H+onefish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually, I don't pay much attention to our online staff bulletin board. Who really wants to read about HR meetings, wellness newsletters, etc, other than the people it applies to (maybe 10% of us)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But since it's slow tonight, I popped over to our staffweb and stumbled across this: Cake Wrecks, a blog about when cakes go "horribly, hilariously wrong." Loved it! &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5309246591334454896?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5309246591334454896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cakes-as-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5309246591334454896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5309246591334454896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/cakes-as-books.html' title='Cakes As Books'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SiIKTCXMuCI/AAAAAAAADC0/jOXGR5bdjsU/s72-c/Zita+H+onefish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5527205547686800384</id><published>2009-06-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:38:45.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book &amp; Movie Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a quick update of where I am book and movie-wise (as of the end of May):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.listsofbests.com/list/61676"&gt;Movies Watched in 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Goal: to watch 200+ movies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78&lt;/strong&gt; watched out of &lt;strong&gt;83.3333333333&lt;/strong&gt;... (I like to be annoyingly anal--or is it anally annoying? And speaking of anal, what is the purpose of the visual thesaurus, other than to make me giggle like a perv at &lt;a href="http://syndication.visualthesaurus.com/ddc/large/anal.gif"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/topic/53431"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75 Books Challenge for 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Goal: well, duh, read 75 books)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; read out of &lt;strong&gt;31.25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/topic/50106"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranormal 999 Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Goal: to read 72 books in 9 paranormal categories)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; read out of &lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guh, that's depressing. I'm behind on all of them.&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/8326819680526242891-5527205547686800384?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5527205547686800384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-movie-challenges.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5527205547686800384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5527205547686800384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-movie-challenges.html' title='Book &amp; Movie Challenges'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8054772969574110117</id><published>2009-05-31T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:13:29.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Romeo &amp; Juliet 21st Century Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Family axes wedding plans, Egyptian cuts off organ&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, May 31, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAIRO - A 25-year-old Egyptian man cut off his own penis to spite his family after he was refused permission to marry a girl from a lower class family, police reported Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unsuccessfully petitioning his father for two years to marry the girl, the man heated up a knife and sliced off his reproductive organ, said a police official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man came from a prominent family in the southern Egyptian province of Qena, one of Egypt's poorest and most conservative areas that is also home to the famed ancient Egyptian ruins of Luxor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was rushed to the hospital but doctors were unable to reattach the severed member, the official added citing the police report filed after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to speak with the press, added that the man was still recovering in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, marriages in these conservative part of southern Egypt are between similar social classes and often within the same extended families - and are rarely for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh . . . woah. For once, I am speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, wait, here it comes . . . . All I can say is I hope he doesn't go Van Gogh on her and send her a gift of his, um, love. And god only knows what she's gonna cut off and send back to him. (shudders @ the thought) Gaahhh! Someone, get that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; damn "Detachable Penis" song out of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Forgive me for not adding a picture to this article, but I'm sure you all have very vivid imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-8054772969574110117?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8054772969574110117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/romeo-juliet-21st-century-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8054772969574110117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8054772969574110117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/romeo-juliet-21st-century-style.html' title='Romeo &amp; Juliet 21st Century Style?'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5800556576054874065</id><published>2009-05-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:20:15.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Woman Acused of Killing Peacock with Baseball Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.honoluluadvertiser.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=M1&amp;amp;Date=20090530&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=905300332&amp;amp;Ref=V2&amp;amp;MaxW=298&amp;amp;MaxH=358&amp;amp;Q=90&amp;amp;NoBorder"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://cmsimg.honoluluadvertiser.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=M1&amp;amp;Date=20090530&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=905300332&amp;amp;Ref=V2&amp;amp;MaxW=298&amp;amp;MaxH=358&amp;amp;Q=90&amp;amp;NoBorder" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman accused of killing peacock with baseball bat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, May 29, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIANAE, Hawaii - A woman accused of clubbing to death a peacock with a baseball bat has pleaded not guilty to misdemeanor charges of animal cruelty. The woman was charged with second-degree animal cruelty, which is punishable by up to a year in jail and a $2,000 fine. Her next court appearance is scheduled for June 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The woman previously admitted to killing the bird to reporters because she was tired of its constant squawking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said she brought up her concerns at board meetings at Makaha Valley Towers, but was never addressed.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Information from: The Honolulu Advertiser, &lt;a href="http://www.honoluluadvertiser.com/"&gt;http://www.honoluluadvertiser.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/20090530/NEWS01/905300332"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; goes into much more depth, including the fact the peacock "lived" an additional 45-60 minutes with "a broken leg, a broken neck, [and] a smashed-out eye." I guess I shouldn't be surprised by all this--I mean, people kill things for lesser reasons--but why would other people support her? Theoretically, humans are smarter than animals, but you can't prove it to me by this. It just takes a little anger management and two squishy things called ear plugs to drown out the noise (believe me, I have noisy neighbors). Or maybe move the peacocks to a bird sanctuary. That said, I just hope she gets some kind of punishment, maybe cleaning up peacock crap with her hands for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5800556576054874065?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5800556576054874065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/woman-acused-of-killing-peacock-with.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5800556576054874065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5800556576054874065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/woman-acused-of-killing-peacock-with.html' title='Woman Acused of Killing Peacock with Baseball Bat'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8654059056684198997</id><published>2009-05-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:39:51.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Early Reviewer Snag</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Congratulations. You've snagged an Early Reviewers copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/7993686"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's a Mother (in-Law) To Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by from the May batch. . . ." (blahdy blah blah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://heracles.librarything.com/picsizes/c4/42/c442c9b423ae563592f342b5551434d414f4541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um . . . yay? Stupid me and being so request-happy. What am I gonna do with this one? For starters, I'm definitely not a mother, let alone a mother-in-law. Then there's that whole I'm-against-marriage thing, so, thankfully, I'll never have to worry about the in-law trouble. Maybe someone at work will want it . . . . (I've only donated one E.R. book from LT--&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/7032919"&gt;As a Palm Tree in the Desert Volume 1&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/author/ankorizvi"&gt;Zvi Ankori&lt;/a&gt;--because I just couldn't get into 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/8326819680526242891-8654059056684198997?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8654059056684198997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-reviewer-snag.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8654059056684198997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8654059056684198997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-reviewer-snag.html' title='Early Reviewer Snag'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2800614062677383963</id><published>2009-05-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:27:20.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>RateYourMovies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, RateYourMusic.com is adding movies to their format (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/wiki/Films%20FAQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;read their FAQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;). I had noticed something was up the other day with their search box, but ignored it, figuring it was a goof. I may eventually dump my MyFilmz account, but only if they work the bugs out @ RYM first. Too bad there isn't ONE catalog site that lists everything--books, movies, music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2800614062677383963?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2800614062677383963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/rateyourmovies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2800614062677383963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2800614062677383963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/rateyourmovies.html' title='RateYourMovies?'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6464852334510141278</id><published>2009-05-25T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:22:49.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Scared Shitless in Japan and High School Black Markets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; words that always catch my attention: &lt;strong&gt;horror&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;t.p.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so t.p.'s technically two words, but whatever). Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Horror story printed on toilet paper in Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a229.g.akamai.net/f/229/201/7d/home.peoplepc.com/psp/ImageProxy.aspx?url=http://my.eimg.net/harvest_xml/NEWS/img/20090524/4a18c640_3ca7_1552720090524-624221147.jpg&amp;amp;h=150"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://a229.g.akamai.net/f/229/201/7d/home.peoplepc.com/psp/ImageProxy.aspx?url=http://my.eimg.net/harvest_xml/NEWS/img/20090524/4a18c640_3ca7_1552720090524-624221147.jpg&amp;amp;h=150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japanese author Koji Suzuki, of the 1998 Hollywood film "Ring," poses with toilet paper rolls printed with drawing of a ghost on them to promote the product in Fuji, central Japan, Saturday, May 23, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, May 24, 2009 TOKYO&lt;/strong&gt; - In a country where ghosts are traditionally believed to hide in the loo, a Japanese company is advertising a new literary experience - a horror story printed on toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each roll carries several copies of a new nine-chapter novella written by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Koji&lt;/span&gt; Suzuki, the Japanese author of the horror story "Ring," which has been made into movies in both Japan and Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Drop," set in a public restroom, takes up about three feet (90 centimeters) of a roll and can be read in just a few minutes, according to the manufacturer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hayashi&lt;/span&gt; Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The company promotes the toilet paper, which will sell for 210 yen ($2.20) a roll, as "a horror experience in the toilet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toilets in Japan were traditionally tucked away in a dark corner of the house due to religious beliefs. Parents would tease children that a hairy hand might pull them down into the dark pool below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Niiice&lt;/span&gt;. So that's why Japanese kids are so messed up. ;) But really, doesn't it sound like Mr. Suzuki's already poo-pooing his own story? I mean, it is a clever idea (who &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to read bathroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; over and over again?), but I can think of so many things that could go wrong with this--toilets getting plugged (especially if you read the entire roll in one sitting), accidentally losing your place in the story when someone else uses the bathroom, ink poisoning (hey, just thinking from a legal standpoint), etc. etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, kinda following in the whole book theme, I read this on Yahoo Answers (courtesy of one of the threads on LT) and really got a kick out of it: &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoCt3NHGwM8BxD2H1669H3_ty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090305151758AA7dWwd"&gt;Is it OK to run an illegal library from my locker at school?&lt;/a&gt; Never mind that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kid'll&lt;/span&gt; always be a mini-goddess in the eyes of her underclassmen, but I'd like to know what school just happens to have empty lockers around the place? If I remember right, I shared my locker with at least half a dozen other people (but that was because 1) they were friends/sister, and 2) the senior hall was closer to our classes). And just curious, does she charge late fines? :D I'd like to see her try and enforce that.&lt;/div&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/8326819680526242891-6464852334510141278?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6464852334510141278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/scared-crapless-in-japan-and-high.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6464852334510141278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6464852334510141278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/scared-crapless-in-japan-and-high.html' title='Scared Shitless in Japan and High School Black Markets'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-9198037702120645516</id><published>2009-05-25T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:32:53.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome day @ work yesterday, because we were still closed for remodeling, so &lt;u&gt;no patrons&lt;/u&gt;! Yay! We should remodel more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, I feel like complaining, so here are some more additions to my ever-growing Things I Hate list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dubbing. Seriously, if someone's watching a foreign movie, they probably don't mind reading English subtitles or--if they speak that language--listening to it. So why hire terrible voice-overs?? It totally kills the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheap-ass headphones. Granted, I hate expensive headphones just as much, because they always break on me (I'm destructive, what can I say?), so I settle for the middle-priced ones that loop around and fit in your ear. But what I'm talking about are the cheaply-made, tinny-sounding headphones that still cost around $20. I just bought a pair yesterday, because my current ones just died in one ear; but as soon as I find my receipt (big laugh), I'm returning 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Getting phlegmy on my day off. Why don't I ever get sick on a work day?? Stupid Murphy and his laws. As one great man named Cartman once said, "I'm gonna kick you square in the balls." That goes for Murphy; not you, whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And just to balance it out, I'll add some Things I Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Putting my ear to Taylor's and listening to the ocean. j/k, Tay. You're the smartest doggy I know, even if you do have blonde roots. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Umm . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;. . . ummmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Naw, I think today's gonna be one of those days . . . sucky.&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/8326819680526242891-9198037702120645516?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/9198037702120645516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/9198037702120645516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/9198037702120645516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8883474502705727059</id><published>2009-05-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:36:47.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>HPB Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are the odds of this? I went Half Price Book shopping yesterday after work (actually, I went just to get my purchase corrected from last time--the cashier placed some random CD in my DVD case--grrr); and I found a copy of &lt;strong&gt;District B13&lt;/strong&gt;. Frickin' awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love that HPB's foreign and horror movie section has really grown. And another b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;onus: they were having a 20% off Memorial Day sale. Score! So, of course, I had to browse around for a couple hours and bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DVDs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (will add @ &lt;a href="http://myfilmz.net/saraslibrary"&gt;MyFilmz&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;District B13 &lt;/strong&gt;(One of my favorite French movies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tattoist&lt;/strong&gt; (I was kinda hoping our library would've ordered this one by now, but it's been out for quite awhile. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, and Gary, if you're reading this, I'll pop this in your cubby on Wednesday or whenever I get the chance. I kinda figured you'd like a horror movie on tattoos. Just a guess. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabin Fever&lt;/strong&gt; (LibraryThing's horror forums got me thinking about this movie again, so I had to buy it. Love unhappy endings!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haven&lt;/strong&gt; (Oddly, this was the above-mentioned DVD with the wrong disc in it. They couldn't find the match, but I found another copy in even better condition. What are the odds, huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt; (Josh Hartnett. 'nough said. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Books:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(will add @ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/profile/saraslibrary"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LibraryThing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abadazad #2: The Dream Thief&lt;/strong&gt; by J. M. DeMatteis (Awesomeness. I read the 1st book earlier this year, so I plan on adding this one to my 75 Books Challenge on LibraryThing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daughters of the Moon #3: Night Shade&lt;/strong&gt; by Lynne Ewing (YA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawn to the Grave&lt;/strong&gt; by Mary Ann Mitchell (horror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circle of Three #1: So Mote It Be&lt;/strong&gt; by Isobel Bird (Finally(!), I found the 1st book. I only have books 2-5, but at least I can now start this series. A possible addition to my Paranormal 999 Challenge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatality&lt;/strong&gt; by Caroline B. Cooney (One of my favorite authors as a kid. I'm still collecting her books.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Samurai Girl #4: The Book of the Wind&lt;/strong&gt; by Carrie Asai (YA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ninety Days of Genevieve&lt;/strong&gt; by Lucinda Carrington (erotica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Curse&lt;/strong&gt; by John Tigges (horror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;The Amber Spyglass&lt;/strong&gt; by Philip Pullman (I already have &lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subtle Knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, so now I can start on this series too. Maybe eventually watch the movie too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CDs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(will add @ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/~saraslibrary"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RateYourMusic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hard &amp;amp; the Heavy: Volume 1&lt;/strong&gt; by Various Artists (mostly metal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chamber Music&lt;/strong&gt; by Coal Chamber (wanted it mainly for "Shock the Monkey")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metropolis 2004&lt;/strong&gt; by V/A (mostly industrial/goth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faceless&lt;/strong&gt; by Godsmack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solace&lt;/strong&gt; by Sarah McLachlan (lol--what an odd CD in this collection, but I like her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demanufacture&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fear is the Mindkiller&lt;/strong&gt; by Fear Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resident Evil: Apocalypse&lt;/strong&gt; by V/A (movie soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nachtstrom&lt;/strong&gt; by Sielwolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adema&lt;/strong&gt; by Adema (my sis had this CD, and we both loved it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-8883474502705727059?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8883474502705727059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/hpb-shopping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8883474502705727059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8883474502705727059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/hpb-shopping.html' title='HPB Shopping'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-9180043570316802201</id><published>2009-05-22T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:19:49.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Luv John Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/aleah2/john_waters_xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/aleah2/john_waters_xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw John Waters last night--no, wait, early this morning--on Craig Ferguson's show. I always love watching him (John, of course; Craig I'd like to deport back to Ireland or wherever he's from--j/k). You never quite know what he's gonna say, but you know it'll be perverse. Oh, like his sexual attraction to Alvin the Chipmunk or his advocating of date-raping cookies. LOL! No, I'm serious; he was talking about sploshing. You know, that fun activity of erotically playing with your food, which most people grow out of by the time they're adults (then some revert, I guess). And if you never did that as a kid, let me be the first to tell you: "You poor thing!" Anyway, I just wish I hadn't been eating at the moment. Yuummm, tempting . . . "That pie was askin' for it!"&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/8326819680526242891-9180043570316802201?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/9180043570316802201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/luv-john-waters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/9180043570316802201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/9180043570316802201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/luv-john-waters.html' title='Luv John Waters'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6339816634105984770</id><published>2009-05-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:02:22.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Oui, Oui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.thedaily.com.au/img/photos/2008/05/09/david-belle_t350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://media.thedaily.com.au/img/photos/2008/05/09/david-belle_t350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more reason to learn French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On second thought, it took me several years to learn German, and I can't remember a word. Wait. Fubar--that's German, right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(The pic is from &lt;strong&gt;District B13&lt;/strong&gt;. Go watch it. Now. Lots of martial arts action, which I'm a sucker for.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6339816634105984770?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6339816634105984770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/oui-oui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6339816634105984770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6339816634105984770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/oui-oui.html' title='Oui, Oui'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2461235544262713343</id><published>2009-05-21T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:03:05.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>I Know What Bank I'm Opening An Account With</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couple withdraws money, flees after bank error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, May 21, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELLINGTON, New Zealand - Police launched an international search for two New Zealanders who allegedly took the money and ran after a bank mistakenly put 10 million New Zealand dollars ($6.1 million) into their account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The couple, who operated a gas station in the northern city of Rotorua, applied to Westpac Bank for a NZ$10,000 ($6,000) overdraft, but 1,000 times that amount was paid into their account. The two then withdrew some of the money and disappeared, Detective Senior Sgt. David Harvey said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Westpac said Thursday it considered the money to be stolen, but conceded it was human error at the bank that made the couple accidental millionaires. Authorities did not release their identities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harvey said Interpol has been contacted for help, suggesting authorities believe they may have fled abroad with the cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We are currently conducting an investigation into the individuals that may have been involved in the withdrawal of that money," Harvey said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Westpac spokesman Craig Dowling said the huge deposit appeared to be the result of human error. He said the bank had recovered some of the money but declined to give details about the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Westpac Bank said in a statement it was "pursuing vigorous criminal and civil action to recover the sum of money stolen," but declined further comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banking Ombudsman Liz Brown said it is generally considered a criminal offense for people to spend money accidentally deposited into a bank account if they are aware that the cash is not theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In her 15 years as banking Ombudsman, Brown said she had been involved in 10 to 20 similar cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, finders keepers, losers weepers. I'd do the same damn thing. I hope they get away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2461235544262713343?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2461235544262713343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-what-bank-im-opening-account.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2461235544262713343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2461235544262713343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-what-bank-im-opening-account.html' title='I Know What Bank I&apos;m Opening An Account With'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1294754105094814109</id><published>2009-05-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:09:51.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Pre-Pube. Boys Are Such Spazzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...like today @ work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some boy comes into the back room ("Why didn't any of the B.A.'s up front stop him?" was my first thought) and tells me there's cake icing on one of the desks. The immature part of me was laughing her ass off, imagining some kid finger painting with the stuff; but the real apathetic part of me said, "Huh, really?", and I passed it on to someone else. Too bad it was only a can of icing sitting on a table, not what I had imagined. I was kinda hoping to take some nice messy pics to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While shelving, I heard this mom and her son talking. He's like having a total OCD moment or something, 'cause he's pulling every book on astronomy off the shelf to check-out. Why? Because he wants to--no, HAS! to--know when the world's gonna explode. The mother just humors the boy and says, "Ok, dear." Me, I flat-out laugh, which gets a laugh out of her too. I could've totally freaked the kid out and told him to check-out &lt;em&gt;Sunshine&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/em&gt; (my fave!)--all those nice fuzzy apocalyptic movies--but I didn't want to mess with his head. Too much. I may get him next time. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Totally unrelated, today was my last day @ this branch. I'm back to my original one on Sunday, which has got me totally bummed and excited. Excited because I get to see my old coworkers; bummed because I'm back to riding the stinky ol' bus again (joy).&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/8326819680526242891-1294754105094814109?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1294754105094814109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-pub-boys-are-such-spazzes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1294754105094814109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1294754105094814109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-pub-boys-are-such-spazzes.html' title='Pre-Pube. Boys Are Such Spazzes'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-220718482461909299</id><published>2009-05-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:28:07.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chestnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prkorea.com/engnews/wys/file_attach/1234249708chestnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://www.prkorea.com/engnews/wys/file_attach/1234249708chestnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ate my first roasted Korean chestnut today (a coworker brought them in), and sorry, but they get a thumbs down from me. They're not terrible, but like one of my coworkers said, they're more of an acquired taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, we got to talking about chestnuts, and I was shocked that there are so few of them here in America. Poor chestnuts: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Chestnut"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Chestnut&lt;/a&gt;.&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/8326819680526242891-220718482461909299?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/220718482461909299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/chestnuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/220718482461909299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/220718482461909299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/chestnuts.html' title='Chestnuts'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7369006162990530717</id><published>2009-05-20T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:37:16.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Laziness Rules: Another Thing I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunny afternoons doing nothing with the pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7369006162990530717?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7369006162990530717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/laziness-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7369006162990530717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7369006162990530717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/laziness-rules.html' title='Laziness Rules: Another Thing I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-116175569439327829</id><published>2009-05-19T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:47:03.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Love &amp; Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love:&lt;/strong&gt; Finding clean dishes* when I thought I was out. Unfortunately, I don't remember loading the dishwasher anytime this week. So where did it come from . . . ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The same could be said for clothes. As long as it smells clean and looks clean, it's clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate:&lt;/strong&gt; Chasing pets. Naught, naughty, unruly pets that like to slip through fences into the neighbors' yard, so I have to chase them in my pj's and without makeup or a bath. (Yes, people, just ignore the creepy-looking bag lady running through your yard.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-116175569439327829?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/116175569439327829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/116175569439327829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/116175569439327829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love-hate.html' title='Things I Love &amp; Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-272830254134161214</id><published>2009-05-19T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:34:20.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrorscope'/><title type='text'>Humorscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a name="Gemini"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Gemini"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(May 21 - June 20)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to take up crime fighting, as a hobby. First, make yourself a really awesome leotard and cape, and maybe some sort of unusual headgear. That's how most of them get started.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.funpicsfree.com/photogallery/funpics24/asian-guys-gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get started as what? Gay superheroes? Seems they kinda forgot their cape, among other things . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-272830254134161214?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/272830254134161214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/humorscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/272830254134161214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/272830254134161214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/humorscope.html' title='Humorscope'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8120729141778131380</id><published>2009-05-19T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:55:29.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New jeans that give me painful melvins. What gives? The jeans fit fine everywhere else, so it's either because 1) I have, er, extra junk padding down there (oh joy, now doesn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sound sexy?), or 2) the designers have never actually seen a woman naked (other than a mannequin), so they sew the crotch up to the belly button. Niiice. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leaving my clean laundry to dry outside while I'm @ work and having it downpour. Fu--...un. Shoulda listened to the newscaster. But at least I finished mowing the yard Sunday, because--this is just a guess now--electric mowers + rain = um, not a good thing. Just gotta fix that damn dryer of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shelving books @ work and having a cute kid fart next to me--then getting dirty looks from nearby patrons who think &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;did it. Believe me, if I had ripped one, they woulda &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; it, not just smelt it. (Smelt . . . is that even a word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-8120729141778131380?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8120729141778131380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8120729141778131380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8120729141778131380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_19.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5638700256895521570</id><published>2009-05-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:25:02.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The smell of rain. (Guess I kinda have to, living in Washington.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5638700256895521570?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5638700256895521570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5638700256895521570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5638700256895521570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love_18.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2548724553878605058</id><published>2009-05-17T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:38:58.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>More Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Missing my favorite radio show--On the Edge--because 1) I can't pick up the freakin' station on any of my radios (even though it's in Seattle), and 2) it won't play online. (pouts) Gotta wait till next Sunday. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2548724553878605058?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2548724553878605058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2548724553878605058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2548724553878605058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-things-i-hate.html' title='More Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7927990123705151000</id><published>2009-05-17T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:47:47.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Din-Din</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tofu and beans tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There goes the ozone layer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jameswagner.com/mt_archives/Atomic%20Bomb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7927990123705151000?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7927990123705151000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/din-din.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7927990123705151000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7927990123705151000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/din-din.html' title='Din-Din'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-32859840244193048</id><published>2009-05-17T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:25:02.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unsolicited advice. Here's me walking home with both arms full of groceries (very heavy, I might add). Here's an oncoming lady about to give me the advice of a lifetime--apparently, I need a backpack with wheels. Now, why didn't I think of that? (smacks forehead) Ok, end of sarcasm. And to actually answer that (no, it wasn't rhetorical this time), I don't use a backpack with wheels because, for me, it's the epitome of laziness, almost like dragging your groceries home in a wagon (which, if I lived in the middle of nowhere, would be pretty freakin' awesome, considering I have to walk downhill). But, no, I still have the use of my back and arms (thank god), so it's all about building the girly muscles. So, unless someone plans on backing up this "awe-inspiring" advice with a free (electric!) car or (god forbid) a little red wagon, please tape this woman's mouth shut. For all we know, she's ruining innocent people's days. The horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Now I get to go to work and share my warm, fuzzy personality with library staff. :) You lucky coworkers, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-32859840244193048?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/32859840244193048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/32859840244193048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/32859840244193048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_17.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1029949922741003903</id><published>2009-05-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:41:30.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not being able to read while walking. I could get sooo much reading done if I did this, since I walk everywhere. Nobody thinks twice if you're texting and walking (though I wouldn't advise it; speaking from experience, trash cans always win); but try and read, and you'll get someone yelling at you (from their car, of course): "You'll get killed that way!" Yeah, well, pay attention to your driving instead of yelling at pedestrians. Maybe then we won't get hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as for being assaulted, make sure you either bring a heavy hardback (those are great for breaking noses) or disguise a penknife, nail file, razor, what-have-you as a bookmark and use liberally anywhere on your attacker's body, preferably somewhere soft and vital, eg, eyes, throat, abdomen, and/or groin. Ahh, this is giving me some wonderful--ie, sick--ideas . . . . (rubs hands together) I should patent a lethal--um, self defense?--bookmark. That'd be sweet. And evil. Hmm, more evil than sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and for those newbie bookworms who want to get their written word fix while walking, here's a little how-to (no shit) courtesy WikiHow (laughs @ the idiocy of things posted online, including this blog):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Main-Page"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.wikihow.com/skins/WikiHow/wikiHow.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style='margin-bottom: 0px;'&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Read-While-Walking"&gt;How to Read While Walking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;from &lt;a href='http://www.wikihow.com/Main-Page'&gt;wikiHow - The How to Manual That You Can Edit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually read sitting down, at a table or in a comfortable and cozy recliner.  However, at times you might need to read something quickly, and do not have the time to sit. We might have the need to read  while walking to our destination.  This can be dangerous, so follow the following steps to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Steps"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;  Steps &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick a document you want to read. The bigger the writing, the safer it is to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before going on the street, try practicing it indoors such as in a department store, mall, or even in your own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold your document with either one or both hands and start walking while reading. Do not cover your face with the reading material. Hold it around your chest area and occasionally look up to see where you are walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to see the shadow of objects instead of looking up completely from what you are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice it while walking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After some practice, you will be able to  walk a little faster, but don't walk too fast as you can really get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Tips"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;  Tips &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use and trust your senses. If you think there's something in front of you, stop or raise your head and look. The key is to practice slowly and raise your speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your walking will be stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use your peripheral vision! VERY IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With enough practice, you will be able to fully utilize your peripheral vision and navigate by what you can see around the book, instead of having to break your concentration by constantly looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Warnings"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;  Warnings &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not concentrate on reading if you are reading and walking. You have to be careful, especially in the street. No matter what, put the book down and look up when you are crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; try to do the same thing while riding a bike or car. It is dangerous enough while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; walk slower when you read and walk, no matter how experienced you are. If you're trying to review notes before heading to a class, tack on another fifteen minutes to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DO NOT try to walk down stairs. You might fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Related_wikiHows"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2&gt;  Related wikiHows &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="/Make-Time-to-Read-a-Book-when-You%27re-Busy" title="Make Time to Read a Book when You're Busy"&gt;How to Make Time to Read a Book when You're Busy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="/Start-Walking-for-Exercise" title="Start Walking for Exercise"&gt;How to Start Walking for Exercise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="/Improve-Your-Reading-Skills" title="Improve Your Reading Skills"&gt;How to Improve Your Reading Skills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="/Be-a-Good-Reader" title="Be a Good Reader"&gt;How to Be a Good Reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="/Read-the-Bible" title="Read the Bible"&gt;How to Read the Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Article provided by &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Main-Page"&gt;wikiHow&lt;/a&gt;, a wiki how-to manual. Please edit this article and find author credits at the original wikiHow article on &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Read-While-Walking"&gt;How to Read While Walking&lt;/a&gt;.  All content on wikiHow can be shared under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/"&gt;Creative Commons license&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1029949922741003903?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1029949922741003903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1029949922741003903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1029949922741003903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate_16.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-8061273962912980163</id><published>2009-05-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:15:02.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="YUM!" src="http://www.barrysbakery.com/images/prods_FTalmond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="YUM!" src="http://www.soydelicious.com/images/product_images/so_delicious_fudge.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'nough said. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. They're vegan, too.&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/8326819680526242891-8061273962912980163?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8061273962912980163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8061273962912980163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/8061273962912980163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3332468299944449730</id><published>2009-05-16T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:54:06.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>LibraryThing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0312949197.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0312949197.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Congratulations. You've snagged an Early Reviewers copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/5516574"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any Given Doomsday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by Lori Handeland from the August bonus batch.You should get your copy in the mail shortly. The publishers ship the books directly--some are speedier than others, so please be patient (some really do take over 6 weeks to arrive)!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--(from LibraryThing to moi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, think I should give up waiting for it? ;) It's going on 8-9 months now. Not that I'm dying to read it (it's received some really bad reviews), but I love free stuff, especially books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oddly enough though, it's been almost a week since I've stuck my nose in one. (A book, ya perv. Pphbtt!) I've been too busy watching movies. A lot of them have subtitles, so does that count? Meh, didn't think so. I'm still trudging through &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer, &lt;em&gt;Garage: Reinventing the Place We Park&lt;/em&gt; by Kira Obolensky (good god, this is from last year's pile!), &lt;em&gt;Wilding&lt;/em&gt; by Melanie Tem (kinda waiting for it to get gory, but then I remembered it's published by Abyss--d'oh!--so it's more psychological), &lt;em&gt;The Rights of the Reader&lt;/em&gt; by Daniel Pennac, and &lt;em&gt;Roswell High #1: The Outsider&lt;/em&gt; by Melinda Metz (yum, hot alien guys).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anywho, what's on the agenda for today (besides book talk):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get a sunburn&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Grub shop&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mow the jungle I call a back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Housework (whatever strikes my fancy--laundry, mopping, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Read&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Watch the telly&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Take some pictures of the critters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3332468299944449730?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3332468299944449730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/librarything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3332468299944449730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3332468299944449730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/librarything.html' title='LibraryThing'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7799462251927845196</id><published>2009-05-05T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:14:23.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having a crush on someone who doesn't like you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Old people who steal, eg: 1) @ Freddy's, they're always sneaking grapes, carrots, etc, in the produce section. My grandmother even does this! (shields face &amp;amp; walks away as fast as possible); 2) Yesterday morning on my way to work, I saw an old woman park her car in the middle of the road so she could walk into one of my neighbors' yards and pull their flowers. Wtf, lady?! And if I were to turn one of them in, &lt;em&gt;I'd&lt;/em&gt; be the bad guy. I don't know which I hate more now--kids or old people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Updating my &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/topic/53431"&gt;75 Books Challenge for 2009&lt;/a&gt; @ LibraryThing &amp;amp; losing all my work. Grrr. I may redo it, but... (shrugs) I'm just frustrated I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Putting up with my own negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7799462251927845196?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7799462251927845196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7799462251927845196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7799462251927845196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5307438805545599157</id><published>2009-03-25T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:47:08.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being scared shitless by something as pathetic as a blown lightbulb. Seriously, how silly is that? I can read/watch the scariest books and movies, but have a lightbulb suddenly burn out a few feet from me, and I jump and scream like a little girl. Maybe it's just the caffeine. Gotta have an excuse, right? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5307438805545599157?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5307438805545599157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate_25.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5307438805545599157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5307438805545599157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate_25.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-31087686112900632</id><published>2009-03-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:54:01.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/WhiteRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://www.amoeba.com/dynamic-images/blog/WhiteRain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finding cheap products that are "accidentally vegan", like White Rain. Hmm, pay $1 per bottle or $10+ per bottle for my current Abba shampoo and conditioner . . . ? Decisions, decisions. (Don't get me wrong; Abba's a great company; but I like my money in my bank account better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-31087686112900632?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/31087686112900632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_24.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/31087686112900632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/31087686112900632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_24.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3900572866515806731</id><published>2009-03-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:07:47.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the Internet goes down on the public computers and almost all of our patrons leave. Yes!!! Even better, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; computers still have Internet access. Bwa ha ha! I love it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3900572866515806731?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3900572866515806731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_3446.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3900572866515806731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3900572866515806731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_3446.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-861517567135680318</id><published>2009-03-23T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:52:31.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a birthday card I found in the book drop today. Totally made my day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Front Page&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Roman numerals for "30" are XXX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inside Card&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's gonna be a great year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(handwritten below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi baby, :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I saw this card, I really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought about us creating our own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;different types of positions . . . Ho Ho . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It kinda goes on, but nothing nasty. It was also signed, and I almost wanted to look that patron up, but instead I put it up for my coworkers to read. Ha! Lesson learned: check your stuff before returning it to the library--or the staff will make fun of you. Think they're laughing at you? It's not paranoia; they probably are. ;)&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/8326819680526242891-861517567135680318?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/861517567135680318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/861517567135680318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/861517567135680318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_23.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1949280940678758719</id><published>2009-03-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:55:34.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What better way to celebrate Spring than to spend 5 hours at a library book sale! Here's what I came home with (approximately 100 books, 5 CDs, and 1 DVD):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315436361655822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ScQ5NWKwqNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SX5Jp0zBfvc/s200/000_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Admit it: you know you're jealous ;), especially since I only spent $50-odd. A third of the books were horror/fantasy/sci fi; the other 2/3rds were YA/juvenile, chick lit/romance/erotica, nonfiction, and mysteries. It was kinda disappointing not finding a whole lot of horror (my favorite genre), but it'll be good for me to "expand my horizons" (not to sound cheesy or anything). I only bought 2 or 3 duplicates, which isn't bad considering I went by memory. Usually I have a shopping list of missing books in a series, but I was running really late this morning, even though I woke up 3.5 hours ahead of time. Go figure.&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/8326819680526242891-1949280940678758719?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1949280940678758719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_20.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1949280940678758719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1949280940678758719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love_20.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ScQ5NWKwqNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SX5Jp0zBfvc/s72-c/000_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5489645764646504228</id><published>2009-03-13T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:28:54.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Random Pet Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do my cats prefer the expensive bags of catnip from the store over the catnip plant I've somehow still been able to keep alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why does cat crap/vomit taste oh so much better to a dog than their own doggie treats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5489645764646504228?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5489645764646504228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pet-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5489645764646504228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5489645764646504228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pet-musings.html' title='Random Pet Musings'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3444029388554564405</id><published>2009-03-13T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:05:27.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Another Strange One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's another news clipping kind of in the same animal/vet vein. I've been lucky that I've never had a boss that warranted this kind of punishment (not that I would drug anyone), but I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; had one Supervisor From Hell when I worked at a vet clinic. Coincidence? I think not. Unsociable people seem to be drawn to odd jobs like that. (Not that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; would know anything about unsociable oddballs. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Police: Woman drugs boss's coffee so he'll 'chill'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:DisplaySendForm("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showPrinterFriendly()" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, March 13, 2009 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYANT, Ark. - Police said a woman has been arrested for allegedly slipping some tranquilizers into her boss's coffee because she felt "he needed to chill out." Police said the 24-year-old woman admitted to detectives that she slipped the drugs into veteranarian John Duckett's drink. Officers said Duckett knew something was wrong shortly after drinking some of the coffee Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officers said the woman cleaned the cages at the the Reynolds Road Animal Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge set bond at $25,000 Friday and a jailer said the woman was still being held Friday. Her next court appearance is scheduled for April 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: KLRT-TV, http://www.fox16.com&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/8326819680526242891-3444029388554564405?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3444029388554564405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-strange-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3444029388554564405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3444029388554564405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-strange-one.html' title='Another Strange One'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-33112816380339614</id><published>2009-03-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:42:28.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Strange News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman finds hungry calico cat hiding in $27 couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a229.g.akamai.net/f/229/201/7d/home.peoplepc.com/psp/ImageProxy.aspx?url=http://my.eimg.net/harvest_xml/NEWS/img/20090313/49b9e850_3ca7_1552720090313-1078395339.jpg&amp;amp;h=110"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="http://a229.g.akamai.net/f/229/201/7d/home.peoplepc.com/psp/ImageProxy.aspx?url=http://my.eimg.net/harvest_xml/NEWS/img/20090313/49b9e850_3ca7_1552720090313-1078395339.jpg&amp;amp;h=110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vickie Mendenhall holds "VeeVee" the cat at her job with SpokAnimal Thursday, March 12, 2009 in Spokane, Wash. Mendenhall got a couch at Value Village and after having it at her home for a few days discovered the cat was living inside the piece of furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday, March 13, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOKANE, Wash. - The mysterious mewing in Vickie Mendenhall's home started about the time she bought a used couch for $27. After days of searching for the source of the noise, she found a very hungry calico cat living in her sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend, Chris Lund, was watching TV on Tuesday night and felt something move inside the couch. He pulled it away from the wall, lifted it up and there was the cat, which apparently crawled through a small hole on the underside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendenhall contacted Value Village, where she bought the couch, but the store had no information on who donated it. So she took the cat to SpokAnimal CARE, the animal shelter where she works, so it could recover, and contacted media outlets in hopes of finding the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Bob Killion of Spokane showed up to claim the cat on Thursday after an acquaintance alerted him to a TV story about it. Killion had donated a couch on Feb. 19, and his 9-year-old cat, Callie, disappeared at about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from: The Spokesman-Review, &lt;a href="http://www.spokesman.com/"&gt;http://www.spokesman.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-33112816380339614?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/33112816380339614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/33112816380339614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/33112816380339614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-news.html' title='Strange News'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-5705104757706217385</id><published>2009-03-13T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:33:49.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard green bananas. Even better if I can get them home without bruising them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-5705104757706217385?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/5705104757706217385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5705104757706217385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/5705104757706217385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7258788861520352760</id><published>2009-03-13T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:59:40.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neighbors who hack up their tobacco-ridden lungs outside my house at all hours of day/night. Dude, go somewhere else and die quietly, like preferably &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; your own home! Or better yet, stop smoking. Dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7258788861520352760?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7258788861520352760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate_13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7258788861520352760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7258788861520352760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate_13.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2454404693298810578</id><published>2009-03-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:14:57.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Places You Pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbSheBaQM_I/AAAAAAAAACs/PKJAqcI0FCo/s1600-h/000_0001_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311047397723354098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbSheBaQM_I/AAAAAAAAACs/PKJAqcI0FCo/s200/000_0001_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I the only one who finds this web address immaturely funny? What were they &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; when they decided on that one? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(FYI: The U.P. stands for University Place, Washington.)&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/8326819680526242891-2454404693298810578?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2454404693298810578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/places-you-pee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2454404693298810578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2454404693298810578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/places-you-pee.html' title='Places You Pee'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbSheBaQM_I/AAAAAAAAACs/PKJAqcI0FCo/s72-c/000_0001_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3197628282239562612</id><published>2009-03-07T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:36:22.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Alexia Yukon Gold French Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not a big potato eater. In fact, I sometimes lump potatoes in with other unhealthy white foods--flour, sugar, salt, etc, because I know I can always find something with fewer calories and still get the same nutrients. But I love trying new vegetarian/vegan foods, especially when they're on sale, so I tried these--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.alexiafoods.com/images/product_images/upload_0000Bv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--and, I'm sorry to say, they didn't convert me back to the McDonald's French fry addict I used to be. You know, before Mickey D's said, "Oh, by the way, people, we soak our French fries in animal fat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, getting a little off track there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I probably won't buy these again, but I'm not going to throw them out either. 1) It's nice to eat oily food once in awhile (and, for once, I didn't have to drown them in ketchup 'cause they're so dry). 2) My dogs love 'em. LOL! Just don't tell their vet. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3197628282239562612?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3197628282239562612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexia-yukon-gold-french-fries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3197628282239562612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3197628282239562612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexia-yukon-gold-french-fries.html' title='Alexia Yukon Gold French Fries'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2293463252666506476</id><published>2009-03-07T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:30:34.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>More Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbL0Y1wUwjI/AAAAAAAAACc/Aje0IC_dn_E/s1600-h/000_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310575618207040050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbL0Y1wUwjI/AAAAAAAAACc/Aje0IC_dn_E/s200/000_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;when cat litter companies hide coupons in their containers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;when your cat pees next to the coupon before you have a chance to fish it out of there (but I'm sure it could've been far worse . . .)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2293463252666506476?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2293463252666506476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2293463252666506476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2293463252666506476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-things-i-hate.html' title='More Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbL0Y1wUwjI/AAAAAAAAACc/Aje0IC_dn_E/s72-c/000_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1106841583774287593</id><published>2009-03-07T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:04:19.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>Low-Rise Jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/79715127_f4600882d1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/79715127_f4600882d1.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must be getting old, because I freakin' hate the jeans they have out nowadays. No, I don't mean men's urban-style down-to-your-knees jeans (though those are just as bad); I mean women's down-to-your-pubes ones. What ever happened to jeans that fit over your hips instead of hanging off them? Seriously, only a few women can wear these jeans with style, instead of the rest of us with our muffin tops, stretch marks, and untoned abs. All I've got to say is thank god long shirts are in fashion right now. But &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, someone make jeans that fit right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Yeah, I know the photo isn't of women's low-rise jeans, but I got a kick out of the photo, so I had to share. You're oh so welcome! ;P Check out more "Dangers of Low Rise" @ &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/malingering/sets/1802016/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/malingering/sets/1802016/&lt;/a&gt; . Lots o' buttcracks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1106841583774287593?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1106841583774287593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1106841583774287593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1106841583774287593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/low.html' title='Low-Rise Jeans'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7359464234102418378</id><published>2009-03-06T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:58:28.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Zombie Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDk83NM0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tAgYQQLBAa8/s1600-h/000_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309995694932414626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDk83NM0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tAgYQQLBAa8/s200/000_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Generally, I hate surprises, but this was so freakin' awesome! G. H., one of my coworkers, gave me these cute little zombie pets as a thank you for letting him borrow some of my horror movies. So now I've turned the top shelf of my 600's into a zombie petting zoo--lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7359464234102418378?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7359464234102418378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/zombie-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7359464234102418378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7359464234102418378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/zombie-pets.html' title='Zombie Pets'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDk83NM0KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tAgYQQLBAa8/s72-c/000_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2457085102668753176</id><published>2009-03-06T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:37:46.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>My Work Is Never Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDft37QZJI/AAAAAAAAABs/LKqnyQ32su4/s1600-h/000_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309989939869410450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDft37QZJI/AAAAAAAAABs/LKqnyQ32su4/s200/000_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is why I hate going on vacation or taking sick leave--the substitutes who fill in for you almost never do your work, which they're supposed to do. So this is what was waiting for me when I came back from vacation--6 shelves (the bottom shelf is barely visible) full of books, some having double rows. GAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2457085102668753176?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2457085102668753176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-work-is-never-done.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2457085102668753176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2457085102668753176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-work-is-never-done.html' title='My Work Is Never Done'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SbDft37QZJI/AAAAAAAAABs/LKqnyQ32su4/s72-c/000_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-410652986168801946</id><published>2009-03-04T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:12:18.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><title type='text'>My Name's Not Lisa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can tell how (un)important you are at work when, after 2 years of working there, your supervisor still calls you by the wrong name, even when you're wearing a freakin' name tag and repeatedly correct him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-410652986168801946?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/410652986168801946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-names-not-lisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/410652986168801946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/410652986168801946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-names-not-lisa.html' title='My Name&apos;s Not Lisa!'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2337490554474453158</id><published>2009-03-04T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:37:23.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>One Day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sa7JsDqvv9I/AAAAAAAAABk/ssQslUAvlXs/s1600-h/000_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309402769452416978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sa7JsDqvv9I/AAAAAAAAABk/ssQslUAvlXs/s200/000_0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . this thing will drop from the ceiling and brain me in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-2337490554474453158?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2337490554474453158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2337490554474453158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2337490554474453158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-day.html' title='One Day . . .'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sa7JsDqvv9I/AAAAAAAAABk/ssQslUAvlXs/s72-c/000_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3135111057619212040</id><published>2009-03-02T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:52:18.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arthur probably hates this so much more than I do, but shortly after I brought the dogs home this morning, Arthur broke out in a rash all over his body. It started with just a couple red, raised areas around his penis, but it soon spread all over his body. Not only that, but he vomited twice (on our walk and at home) and had diarrhea (ditto). Poor guy. I didn't know what to do for him. His appetite was good, so I knew he wasn't severely sick. Still, I called the vet, and all they said was to put some cortisone cream on the rash; Benadryl wasn't necessary at this point. The vomiting was probably due to excitement of being home, and the diarrhea was possibly from the different dog food they fed him. She might have been right about the last two, but I went ahead and gave him some Benadryl after talking with my mom. (Sadie had a similar rash months back, and this did the trick.) He's been doing much better. Very tired, but the rash has subsided. (Crossing my fingers that the vomiting and diarrhea doesn't hit for a third round tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3135111057619212040?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3135111057619212040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3135111057619212040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3135111057619212040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-755720493448930076</id><published>2009-03-02T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:37:30.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><title type='text'>Salt Lake Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SeaTac Airport needs to take a lesson from what Salt Lake does at their aiport:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 570px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.slcairport.com/cmsimages/park_n_wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A park and wait lot--how awesome is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(FYI, if you didn't know: "The Park &amp;amp; Wait Lot is an area where drivers wait in their vehicles, free of charge, while passengers deplane, pickup luggage and walk to the curb for pickup." At SeaTac and a lot of other airports, you have to either pay for parking or drive around in circles. This is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better.)&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/8326819680526242891-755720493448930076?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/755720493448930076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/salt-lake-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/755720493448930076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/755720493448930076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/salt-lake-airport.html' title='Salt Lake Airport'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3207278443917128208</id><published>2009-03-02T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:10:04.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/picsizes/2c/35/43f9a60417a05c9638277e8151488215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://www.librarything.com/picsizes/2c/35/43f9a60417a05c9638277e8151488215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got back home from Utah yesterday evening. I almost didn't even make the whole trip, though. To make a long story short, I was running all over downtown Tacoma to make my bus connection (stupid mislabeled street signs) and running through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SeaTac&lt;/span&gt; to catch my plane (luckily, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the security line was almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nonexistent&lt;/span&gt;). I was almost afraid they'd confiscate my sister's ashes, but I placed them in my bag so they weren't visible. Technically, they're not supposed to mess with cremations, but you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know my trip only lasted Saturday and part of Sunday, but it was all a blur! Mom picked me up at the Salt Lake City Airport, and we visited an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; bookstore where she bought me &lt;em&gt;Eclipse &lt;/em&gt;by Stephenie Meyer. Score! I've been looking for a cheap copy of it forever. New and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;free's&lt;/span&gt; even better. Thanks, Mom! :) We also walked around Temple Square for a bit. It looked vaguely familiar (especially the night sky painted overhead where the Jesus Christ statue is in the visitor's center); I think we visited it once before when we lived in Utah years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsroom.lds.org/Static%20Images/Newsroom/photo/med_3_BAPTISTERY_30Dec08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 435px" alt="" src="http://newsroom.lds.org/Static%20Images/Newsroom/photo/med_3_BAPTISTERY_30Dec08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We later went to the Draper Temple (obviously Mom's idea, not mine, since she's Mormon ;). We had to park at one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; church, and they shuttled everyone in groups up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; (or at least it felt like it by the incline) via buses. There were tons of people! I was shocked by the turn-out. And we literally walked forever. I'm so glad I wore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt; and nothing with heels. Probably the thing I loved the most about the temple was the baptismal font. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; side of me wanted to cannonball right into the water, but there was a tour guide blocking the steps into the water. Smart woman. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Afterwards, we drove to 2 family friends' homes and visited with them. I was surprised they even recognized me after 20+ years (though a few people were honest enough to say they didn't recognize me at all--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). We stayed at one family's home instead of going to a hotel so we could chat more. Of course, we talked a lot about Meg. It's been almost 6 months since she died, but it feels like a lot less than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I actually went to church with everyone on Sunday, and no I didn't spontaneously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;combust&lt;/span&gt;. :P We only went for the hour or so of sacrament (I chug-a-lugged Jesus' blood, but I didn't eat the bread because of possible milk, etc.), and I was quite moved by all the testimonies that were given--they all seemed to be about death or the loss of a loved one. Mom even bore her testimony. I don't think any of us were dry-eyed. It was hard not to think of that hospital room Megan died in. That's one memory I wish I could erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We ate lunch together before Mom and a family friend drove me back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; Airport. And again, I barely made my plane. :D I swear, I got more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; in this weekend than I did all week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was so nice to see Mom and everyone who helped raise my sister and me, plus the mountains and the area I grew up in. But it's wonderful to be back home with my furry babies too. :)&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/8326819680526242891-3207278443917128208?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3207278443917128208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3207278443917128208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3207278443917128208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1549895467020184710</id><published>2009-02-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:57:42.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leaving my pets so I can go to Utah this weekend. Not that the trip's bad, but the dogs have never been kenneled before, and Taylor especially was reluctant to leave with the vet tech. The house is really lonely without them. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Airports (unless it's an itty bitty one). Just the thought of being surrounded by that many people and being scrutinized by security just sends me into panic mode. Strangely, I feel safer on the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1549895467020184710?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1549895467020184710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-hate_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1549895467020184710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1549895467020184710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-hate_27.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7122093184485141950</id><published>2009-02-27T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:53:06.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sai-fi8IeeI/AAAAAAAAABM/07pFM3mjOzY/s1600-h/000_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307701610020370914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sai-fi8IeeI/AAAAAAAAABM/07pFM3mjOzY/s200/000_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The spazzy little squirrel that lives in my carport and mooches oatmeal and peanut butter from me. S/he drives the dogs nuts, though. (I had to take the photos from the dining room because of the dogs, so there's some glare from the window.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307703550523366946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SajAQf4GXiI/AAAAAAAAABU/lHFc8AS-Udg/s200/000_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7122093184485141950?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7122093184485141950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love_1389.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7122093184485141950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7122093184485141950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love_1389.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sai-fi8IeeI/AAAAAAAAABM/07pFM3mjOzY/s72-c/000_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6553505227627368084</id><published>2009-02-27T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:11:34.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I love being tacky and breaking every fashion don't, like these: neon striped socks with toes (Thanks, Mom! :) and white socks with sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3303644227_565f27d0cd_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307633472334439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SaiAhaR3pKI/AAAAAAAAABE/zsix6-nJOUM/s200/000_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6553505227627368084?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6553505227627368084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6553505227627368084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6553505227627368084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3303644227_565f27d0cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-1092742817406829715</id><published>2009-02-27T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:08:04.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SahpEV_mgKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YlKo6_Iqwy8/s1600-h/000_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307607684200431778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SahpEV_mgKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YlKo6_Iqwy8/s200/000_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big salads. Can you believe this sucker expired on February 17 and it still looks edible. Kinda smells funny, but what the hell. :D What I usually do is wait for the big bags of salad to go on sale at Freddie's, then I buy the lot of them and shove them to the back of the fridge. That's why they last so long. If there's not enough room, I'll put some in the freezer. This totally grosses my mom out, because once it thaws, it's all slimy. Tastes fine, but I wonder if it decreases nutrients or something. (shrugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more often than not I get asked the question, "You're going to eat that WHOLE thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (with my mouth full of salad): "Yesh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like people are allergic to veggies or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-1092742817406829715?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/1092742817406829715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1092742817406829715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/1092742817406829715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love_27.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SahpEV_mgKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YlKo6_Iqwy8/s72-c/000_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-4314646089175718657</id><published>2009-02-27T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:14:10.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Naked Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sagxeu9hv1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OuogHHfueVo/s1600-h/000_0003_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307546564928061266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sagxeu9hv1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OuogHHfueVo/s200/000_0003_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This happened at work on Wednesday night, so I'm a little slow in updating. Anywho, we found an abandoned nude Barbie doll in the kids section, and I decided to play dress-up with her since she was a mess. (Yes, your hard tax dollars hardly at work.) I dressed her in tissue and one of my coworkers (S.) gave her the belt. But why am I even mentioning this? Because of 1) some of the reactions of my coworkers to her being naked, and 2) my surprise that she had painted-on underwear. Since when did Barbie go from commando to wearing briefs? Did too many parents complain? Has America seriously gotten that conservative? It's not like she has genitals. She doesn't even have nipples or a belly button for freak's sake. And besides, I don't see Ken wearing boxers. I need to Google this. For some reason, it's gotten me a little tizzied up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. My supervisor christened her Sara. Oh, har har. :P Meet our new (temporary until some poor kid comes to claim her) library mascot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307553335178240994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sag3o0G9I-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yb8qA5R7CLI/s200/000_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-4314646089175718657?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/4314646089175718657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/naked-barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4314646089175718657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/4314646089175718657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/naked-barbie.html' title='Naked Barbie'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sagxeu9hv1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OuogHHfueVo/s72-c/000_0003_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7974778834488223985</id><published>2009-02-27T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:27:16.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>I hate it . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . when little dogs (ahem, Sadie) chew the lid on my prescription bottle so I can't open it without a wrench. I know, thankfully she didn't eat any of the pills, but how on earth did she get on that table?? She's part kangaroo--that's the only explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307529076232953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SaghkwfsHlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u5Ci3g02eFo/s200/000_0013.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/8326819680526242891-7974778834488223985?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7974778834488223985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7974778834488223985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7974778834488223985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it . . .'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SaghkwfsHlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u5Ci3g02eFo/s72-c/000_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7292431645418926969</id><published>2009-02-26T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:05:46.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>"Revenge Gifts" and Chickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0765352257.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0765352257.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of 4 books I'm reading right now is &lt;em&gt;Revenge Gifts&lt;/em&gt; by Cindy Cruciger, and it's got me laughing with its chicken/rooster scenes. I can totally relate with their antics (pooping all over the place, attacking strange people/animals, eating anything and everything), because I used to have 4 chickens several years ago when I was a semi-vegetarian and eating their eggs. Which lead me to pulling out the photo albums and reminiscing like a senile old fart. Here's one of them back in May 2003 when we first got them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207118428540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sab8wWNbjbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vhpX0fDW8Dk/s320/img112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe they were so small we could keep them in a kiddy pool. But probably one of the best things I loved about them was carrying them around and having them fall asleep in your arms. Aaww, very cute. Now I need to think up some annoying things to offset this saccharine moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7292431645418926969?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7292431645418926969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge-gifts-and-chickies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7292431645418926969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7292431645418926969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge-gifts-and-chickies.html' title='&quot;Revenge Gifts&quot; and Chickies'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/Sab8wWNbjbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vhpX0fDW8Dk/s72-c/img112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3852778226485092872</id><published>2009-02-25T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:24:47.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>More Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wind, especially walking in it just after doing my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smelling poop in the living room and not being able to find it. I'm hoping it's just one of the dogs farting, but I'm never that lucky. And I know how I'm going to find it, too--in the middle of the night when I'm walking barefoot. I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3852778226485092872?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3852778226485092872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3852778226485092872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3852778226485092872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-things-i-hate.html' title='More Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-6228892355065717441</id><published>2009-02-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:59:05.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taylor probably hates this more than I do, but I hate accidentally cutting her nails so short they bleed. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-6228892355065717441?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6228892355065717441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6228892355065717441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/6228892355065717441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-7552511733990931185</id><published>2009-02-25T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:35:29.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I probably shouldn't admit this, but I love it when Sadie sneezes so hard her forehead hits the floor. LOL! I'm goin' to hell for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-7552511733990931185?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/7552511733990931185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7552511733990931185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/7552511733990931185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-3509003391850224714</id><published>2009-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:15:14.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something almost zen about shopping. Either that or it's the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306772143815934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SaVxJfgWQjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kYd9eeUu4JU/s320/000_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also bought some crocs, but I'm loving the boots the best. (The photo's a day late, but I was too pooped last night to care if I posted a pic or not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326819680526242891-3509003391850224714?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/3509003391850224714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3509003391850224714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/3509003391850224714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-clothes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/SaVxJfgWQjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kYd9eeUu4JU/s72-c/000_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326819680526242891.post-2772585786938356183</id><published>2009-02-24T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:15:11.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Do you have the dictionary in audio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the funniest request from a patron last night at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did we have the dictionary in audiobook form?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't laugh at our patrons (not to their faces at least), but I couldn't help myself this time. He was good natured about it and laughed himself, so I think he may have been joking, but still, what's next? Phonebooks on audio?&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/8326819680526242891-2772585786938356183?l=sarasblatherings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/2772585786938356183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-have-dictionary-in-audio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2772585786938356183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326819680526242891/posts/default/2772585786938356183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarasblatherings.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-have-dictionary-in-audio.html' title='Do you have the dictionary in audio?'/><author><name>You can call me Sara or a(n) . . .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12206486622553317976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0i-zUPMmLq0/ShdfDigQrhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZknZto3Am4/s1600-R/avatar_12308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
