<?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-8237231259069595718</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:14:26.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of an Accident-Prone Chicagoan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6633132421285519495</id><published>2009-09-21T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:14:11.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Lunches</title><content type='html'>So I've been woefully remiss in blogging.  I believe it's in part to Facebook and my ongoing like/hate relationship I have with it.  I enjoy getting to keep up with folks,but dislike the extent to which people over-share on it, and have found it to be an interesting tool used by those who wish to complain/confront others and I just don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to my reason for blogging...I have found some nifty go-to lunch options that don't require much money and aren't heinously bad for you.  Trader Joes has some amazing 99% fat free bean and cheese burritos, adn they totally hit the spot and cost about $3 for two.  I am also a fan of bagged salad from Costco - there's enough in there for three-four big salads, complete with toppings for aobut $4.  I recently discovered Trader Joes' Turkey Meatballs - DELICIOUS - and costs about $3 for a bag with approx 5-6 servings.  Finally, Trader Joes chicken fried rice is about $3 a bag, and perfect.  It just needs to be heated up with a little oil and voila! A ready lunch.  We have a full fridge in our office, so it's easy for me to buy these things and keep them at the office to eat on during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else have some good 'lunch on the go' tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6633132421285519495?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6633132421285519495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6633132421285519495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6633132421285519495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6633132421285519495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-lunches.html' title='Work Lunches'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5787779156118677678</id><published>2009-08-06T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:50:27.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SnuIWn1zkMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6ae3qg5zAMI/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SnuIWn1zkMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6ae3qg5zAMI/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367033303175237826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this pasta tonight, and, to use a phrase from my friend Celina, "Oh My Yum!"  It was delicious.  I read the reviews in advance, and they recommended using olive oil isntead of water, and to let it sit 15 to 30 minutes after kneading to let the gluten do its thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my finished product:  I tossed it with sundried tomato and parmesan oil, sauted summer squash/garlic/onion and cherry tomatos, and ate it with a piece of salmon.  SSSO delicious, super easy, and I will definitely make this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Pasta&lt;br /&gt;(From Allrecipe.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS (Nutrition)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons water &lt;br /&gt; Add to Recipe Box &lt;br /&gt;My folders: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;In a medium sized bowl, combine flour and salt. Make a well in the flour, add the slightly beaten egg, and mix. Mixture should form a stiff dough. If needed, stir in 1 to 2 tablespoons water. &lt;br /&gt;On a lightly floured surface, knead dough for about 3 to 4 minutes. With a pasta machine or by hand roll dough out to desired thinness. Use machine or knife to cut into strips of desired width.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5787779156118677678?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5787779156118677678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5787779156118677678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5787779156118677678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5787779156118677678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/08/homemade-pasta.html' title='Homemade Pasta'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SnuIWn1zkMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/6ae3qg5zAMI/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7068001295713099116</id><published>2009-06-30T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:50:09.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6sp3X_LVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQ6sp3X_LVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the super cheap cable - the kind that doesn't even require a box, it merely plugs in the back of your tv.  I only get the free channels, TBS and BET.  That said, I've been enjoying videos again.  If you miss them, check out BET.  They also play a lot of good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I saw/heard this video the other day, and immediately bought the MP3.  I love it!  I think it's a super cute song, with a great musical undertone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - totally giggle every time Ne-Yo sings, "I was the captain of my pimp-ship," lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yvPGeMDKYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yvPGeMDKYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one bc it makes me proud of my city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7068001295713099116?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7068001295713099116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7068001295713099116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7068001295713099116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7068001295713099116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love these songs'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5259300898234236469</id><published>2009-06-30T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:36:54.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I deactivated my facebook, recently, bc I found it becoming too stressful.  I find that people forget that posting things means its public for all to see, and it was beginning to stress me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently shared some interesting things slash conversations others were having on FB, and told me that she thought, "I bet this is exactly the kind of thing that led to Alison deactivating her FB account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it sure is.  =)  Good riddance, FB!  Not sure I'll be back anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5259300898234236469?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5259300898234236469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5259300898234236469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5259300898234236469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5259300898234236469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3425245677958044198</id><published>2009-06-29T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:50:16.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Contented Sigh...</title><content type='html'>I love clean laundry.  I also love being at home, with my clean laundry schlepped upstairs.  I love the smell.  Mmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am contentedly sitting in my bed, watching old episodes of The Closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3425245677958044198?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3425245677958044198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3425245677958044198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3425245677958044198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3425245677958044198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathe-contented-sigh.html' title='Breathe Contented Sigh...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5448497617181376621</id><published>2009-06-29T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:28:13.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pad Thai on a Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.atasteofthai.com/index.php?page=product&amp;action=viewcat&amp;id=6"&gt;These &lt;/a&gt;were on sale at Target this weekend.  I bought two, thinking I would try it out and see how if it was any good.  You know - did it taste like glorified Ramen, or is it actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy yummy.  Such a great alternative to going to my favorite Thai restaurant.  And easy to make in teh office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5448497617181376621?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5448497617181376621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5448497617181376621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5448497617181376621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5448497617181376621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/pad-thai-on-budget.html' title='Pad Thai on a Budget'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3449858177451410556</id><published>2009-06-15T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:17:58.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Girl on a Budget to do?</title><content type='html'>I am trying a little experiment.  This month I am not going out to eat at restaurants if I'm the one paying (meaning dates and work are okay), and am attempting to not spend more than $10 a week on groceries (milk and fresh fruit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a freezer and cabinet full of food, and I am using it up!  Tonight I made a box of mexican rice, and stir fried frozen vegetable blend with chopped peppers, onion, garlic, turkey sausage and shrimp.  MMMMM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a box of rice pudding in the pantry, made it and set out some frozen peaches to thaw that can go on top.  Couple of dinners, couple of lunches.  Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3449858177451410556?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3449858177451410556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3449858177451410556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3449858177451410556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3449858177451410556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-girl-on-budget-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a Girl on a Budget to do?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1776046841107764243</id><published>2009-06-14T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:38:19.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Garden</title><content type='html'>I finally have tomatos sprouting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWX4u0iMHI/AAAAAAAAAss/wJDzdBCQSRg/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWX4u0iMHI/AAAAAAAAAss/wJDzdBCQSRg/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347347133469175922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWXxkSxxtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5ziAe4EZbto/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWXxkSxxtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5ziAe4EZbto/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347347010384152274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWXxcccwTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/h8-OLSkyXxM/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWXxcccwTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/h8-OLSkyXxM/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347347008277233970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SjWXwzlGlFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/PZWXUiWXCCs/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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I'll be posting photos in a couple days.  I want to give my peppers and spinach some time to grow.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only my tomato blossoms would turn into actual tomatoes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4602767195980306334?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4602767195980306334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4602767195980306334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4602767195980306334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4602767195980306334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bell-peppers-are-finally-sprouting.html' title='My Bell Peppers are Finally Sprouting!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1054630889906175681</id><published>2009-06-11T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:08:23.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a bit.  I've been pre-occupied with Facebook, but I actually deactivated that for a time being.  I needed to simplify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my attempt to simplify is that I told myself I won't be eating out for the month of June.  So far, so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first meal using produce from my 'urban garden.'  YES - I have a garden on my deck.  I had a wrap with some chopped roast beef, spinach and cilantro from my deck.  It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my tomatos to grow in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1054630889906175681?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1054630889906175681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1054630889906175681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1054630889906175681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1054630889906175681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3308358605338445023</id><published>2009-05-12T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:30:20.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftover Makeover</title><content type='html'>I think i can take almost any leftovers and make a delicious quesadilla out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I took some leftover pork chop that I wasn't thrilled with how it turned out as I had seasoned it, sliced it, and put it into a quesadilla with cheddar cheese, cilantro from my herb garden, a little ranch dressing and a little hot sauce.  Yum!  Seriously delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3308358605338445023?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3308358605338445023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3308358605338445023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3308358605338445023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3308358605338445023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/05/leftover-makeover.html' title='Leftover Makeover'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2882350559671618468</id><published>2009-04-27T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:01:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I babysat R, who was just too cute.  Her mom has been out of the country for two weeks, and it was very hard for me not to laugh during this exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: R, let's go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R, throwing herself on floor and pulling away from her Mom's arm: NOOO!!!!  I don't want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, pulling R by the arm into the bathroom: I know you have to go, it's been six hours since you last went to potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R, screaming at this point for her Daddy: I don't want to go, I don't want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about two-three minutes, while Dad hollers from upstairs to ask what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Okay Miss R, but if you pee-pee in your pants there will be no more TV.  You just remember that if you think about holding it for too long...Alison will turn the TV off and tell Mommy that you pee-peed in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I found this so funny.  I guess because she had been visiting her parents for two weeks, and came back much sterner than before.  Shortly after her parents left, she went potty.  Totally a control thing with that one!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was such a cutie pie at bedtime, too.  She snuggled up with me in the rocking chair while we read books, and it made me want one of my own.  &lt;Sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I showed up to work at the box office two hours early.  LOLOL  It gave me time to go to Marshall's, where I spent $100 but got a lot of stuff I needed, including a BBQ brush for $4 and a kebab kit for $3.  Love me some Marshall's and TJ Maxx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2882350559671618468?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2882350559671618468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2882350559671618468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2882350559671618468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2882350559671618468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2300661321575660024</id><published>2009-04-20T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:27.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txqiwrbYGrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2300661321575660024?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2300661321575660024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2300661321575660024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2300661321575660024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2300661321575660024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-funny.html' title='Seriously Funny'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-405905947011447377</id><published>2009-04-17T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:08:43.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More misadventures in dating</title><content type='html'>I went on a first date earlier this week.  It was ok, but didn't necessarily think it was going to result in a second date or anything fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text messaged me yesterday with the message F*** Me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...excuse me?  I'm not sure who you think you're talking to, but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the minor exchange that took place immediately following led me to believe he thought he was texting someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-405905947011447377?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/405905947011447377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=405905947011447377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/405905947011447377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/405905947011447377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-misadventures-in-dating.html' title='More misadventures in dating'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6364950856771727617</id><published>2009-04-07T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:09:51.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shedd Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Today I had off work, and ended up taking my little charge to the aquarium in the morning.  We had a blast.  R kept yelling, "we're going to see the fishies!"  Her dad told me she woke up and told him she wanted to "go with A-son to see the fishies."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a little angel, and is super smart.  She kept pointing out the fish and yelling their names: stingray, starfish, seahorse, etc.  I was impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up our morning with mac n cheese and hot dogs in the cafe, then made our way to the car.  My very exhausted little charge informed me that, "I am ready to go night-night," and she was asleep before I got her home. I got paid $60, and had a free, super fun morning with my sweet girl.  Not a bad way to spend a day off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6364950856771727617?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6364950856771727617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6364950856771727617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6364950856771727617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6364950856771727617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/04/shedd-aquarium.html' title='Shedd Aquarium'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4331993377870990713</id><published>2009-03-16T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:36:45.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/Sb5jMzByauI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oE5eUGc5H5I/s1600-h/morisot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/Sb5jMzByauI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oE5eUGc5H5I/s320/morisot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313793681851050722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This past week, I was on vacation.  It kind of snuck up on me, so I didn't go out of town.  Instead, I enjoyed staying in Chicago, sleeping late, watching a lot of movies, reading a lot of books, and enjoyed the Art Institute.  My co-worker, Karen, gave me free passes to the Art Institute and the Field Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite painting.  You cannot possibly fathom how beautiful it is in person.  It's by Berthe Morisot.  Before I read the plaque with her name on it, I knew a woman had to have painted this portrait.  The feminine details pop in such a way that the male impressionists can't duplicate.  Her earring is actually raised on the canvas, and the attention to details such as the ribbon in her dress, the reflection in the mirror and the glass in the window is exquisite.  I went back and saw it once more before I left, and bought a copy of it in the gift shoppe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4331993377870990713?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4331993377870990713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4331993377870990713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4331993377870990713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4331993377870990713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/03/staycation.html' title='Staycation'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/Sb5jMzByauI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oE5eUGc5H5I/s72-c/morisot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3389742782578014452</id><published>2009-03-01T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:03:18.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Cooking</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made a fun little recipe.  I'm not sure what to call it, yet.  Perhaps Alison's Tarts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a pie crust from the store, sliced some brie cheese and laid it down on one/half of it, laid some leftover chicken on top of that, drizzled some olive oil on top of teh chicken, cut up some fresh garlic, sprinkled with Mrs. Dash and put some baby spinach in there.  Then I folded the pie crust in half, to cover the cheese, chicken and spinach, and sprayed it with cooking spray.  I baked it at 350 for about 20 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try it again, only this time I'll do brie cheese, apple slices and a dash of cinnamon/sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3389742782578014452?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3389742782578014452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3389742782578014452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3389742782578014452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3389742782578014452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/03/creative-cooking.html' title='Creative Cooking'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-789848706381820339</id><published>2009-02-23T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:28:32.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wrapup</title><content type='html'>I have a system when it comes to the Oscars.  I watch a tiny bit of the Red Carpet, then get bored and figure I'll see the best and worst dressed in the magazines slash online for the next week...so why not short hand it that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don't watch the first hour to hour and a half of the actual show, and wait for the good stuff to come on.  Last night I had the Oscars on mute while watching Penelope via Netflix online.  Good movie, BTW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned in when Heath won the Oscar, and his parents accepted.  I thought that was very sweet.  I also LOVED Anne Hathaway's transparency last night.  She was so emotional about Heath and her Oscar nomination, that it made me love her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did you love the way they introduced the men and women for best Actor/Actress?  I thought the women did a better job of reading the teleprompter and (possibly) adding their own little bit in there, with the exception of Nicole Kidman/Angelina Jolie.  I've been hearing more and more negative things about the Jolie-Pitts, however, and wonder if Hollywood is just sick to death of their overdone orchestration of the media.  I felt zero love coming from Nicole to  Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was so struck with the guy who won the award for best screenplay for MILK.  I wish more people could soften their hearts.  We don't have to agree on lifestyles, but if we call ourselves Christians, we do have to agree on the fact that we're all God's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't seen that movie, yet, I was thrilled for Sean Penn to win his award.  He's been through a lot, but I appreciate his taking responsibility for his own actions, and for being a consistently good actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-789848706381820339?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/789848706381820339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=789848706381820339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/789848706381820339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/789848706381820339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-wrapup.html' title='Oscar Wrapup'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2831881826939704005</id><published>2009-02-17T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:17:42.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits and picking up</title><content type='html'>More boy drama this weekend resulted in my taking a personal day on Monday.  BOO on Valentine's Day!  Amy was super sweet and had me over for a movie and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am finally feeling more like myself, although still a bit raw.  I am currenlty enjoying some white zinfandel and a seafood stir fry.  Mmmmm.... and I'll probably have more chocolate, later.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually gave myself a good workout at home tonight, using my bands, free weights and step machine.  I'm going to try working out tomorrow am and showering at the gym/getting ready/going to work.  We'll see how that goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to making &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Mean-Guys-General-Tsos-Chicken-52488"&gt;this recipe &lt;/a&gt;this week for General Tso's Chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2831881826939704005?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2831881826939704005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2831881826939704005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2831881826939704005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2831881826939704005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/02/tidbits-and-picking-up.html' title='Tidbits and picking up'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2004697519544198979</id><published>2009-02-10T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:15:37.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sad Today</title><content type='html'>I broke up with my boy last night. Have you ever been in a relationship where it was just the wrong timing?  That was the case for us.  It was hard on me, and I'm super sad today.  Part of why it was so hard for me was that I assumed that he, too, knew it wasn't working and thought it would be a mutual thing.  It wasn't.  He tried so hard to propose ways to make it work under our current situation, but it is kind of a case of 'too little, too late.'  It was an hour-long conversation too late last night, followed by stress eating chocolate and watching reruns of The Office and Will &amp; Grace in an attempt to keep myself busy slash possibly laugh until I was so exhausted I could drop off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2004697519544198979?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2004697519544198979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2004697519544198979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2004697519544198979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2004697519544198979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sad-today.html' title='I&apos;m Sad Today'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5330475259303285575</id><published>2009-02-09T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:09:20.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Frenzy</title><content type='html'>I often cook several things at one time, then put them into individual serving containers and freeze what I won't eat in the next day or two.  Today was one of those days.  Here's what I prepared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted an 8lb chicken (took FOREVER!) that I injected with margarine and poultry seasoning (to make various dishes and throw the rest in the freezer.)&lt;br /&gt;Used some of the chicken in a chicken tortilla soup&lt;br /&gt;Two thick cut porkchops&lt;br /&gt;Jambalaya with turkey polska kielbaska&lt;br /&gt;Spicy Summer Corn Salad (this is basically grape tomatoes, avocado, frozen corn, various hot peppers, onion, cider vinegar and lime juice.  I love it!  This time I threw in some cucumber as well.)  If anybody wants, email me and I'll send you the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two salad bag kits at the grocery and will pull some chicken to throw on there for my work lunches this week.  When I get bored with the food I have, I'll put it in the freezer and make some tomato basil pasta I picked up awhile back and toss it with pesto sauce and more chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have the day off, and I am planning to get myself up early and do the following (I am totally having a Rory Gilmore moment!):&lt;br /&gt;laundry (take laptop and work on writing projects)&lt;br /&gt;gym (read for class while on treadmill)&lt;br /&gt;come home, put the clothes away&lt;br /&gt;inventory my freezer (heard this tip recently - inventory freezer so you don't forget what you have and unneccessarily buy more)&lt;br /&gt;pull the rest of the chicken off the bones, clean up mess&lt;br /&gt;finishe cleaning room&lt;br /&gt;call Tribune to report two weeks of no paper, get credit for those two weeks&lt;br /&gt;potential nap&lt;br /&gt;do a little homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to be up by 7 am, make some waffles and be at the laundromat by 8 am.  We'll see how that works out for me. =)  My goal is to be exhausted by 9:30 and in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5330475259303285575?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5330475259303285575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5330475259303285575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5330475259303285575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5330475259303285575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking-frenzy.html' title='Cooking Frenzy'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2210272477932685515</id><published>2009-02-07T17:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:31:30.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I accidentally loaded the photos in reverse order of my weekend, and am too lazy to switch it.  So here's my weekend in reverse.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to my house after Ann Sathers and created our own art.  We had a slew of canvases and went at it.  No, this painting is not supposed to be upside down...this is just the way that Blogger chose to do it and I can't figure out how to switch it.  The flower and the geometric triptec are mine.  The beautiful red, taupe and black pieces are Celina's.  She's NEVER done art before.  Didn't she do a beautiful job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLxuV6kI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xdUioxStRAc/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLxuV6kI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xdUioxStRAc/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300200402066991682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLtbVpaI/AAAAAAAAArs/T8ry7-d-jkU/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLtbVpaI/AAAAAAAAArs/T8ry7-d-jkU/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300200400913540514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLX7QFkI/AAAAAAAAArk/UDM3tzBWj2s/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLX7QFkI/AAAAAAAAArk/UDM3tzBWj2s/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300200395141813826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLDXc-GI/AAAAAAAAArc/9wcM49WYV1I/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLDXc-GI/AAAAAAAAArc/9wcM49WYV1I/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300200389622954082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, Celina, Amy and I went to breakfast and to windowshop in Andersonville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XSLs3ThI/AAAAAAAAArM/nxx2j1EM7zM/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XSLs3ThI/AAAAAAAAArM/nxx2j1EM7zM/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300199412607700498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sathers, home of the AMAZING cinnamon rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XRo44RXI/AAAAAAAAArE/INmhDmrdy20/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XRo44RXI/AAAAAAAAArE/INmhDmrdy20/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300199403262854514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green eggs and ham.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XRN6-ORI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QXF8Gswsves/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XRN6-ORI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QXF8Gswsves/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300199396023875858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XQtdLlEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fTXOeUtjxMc/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XQtdLlEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fTXOeUtjxMc/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300199387308987458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Celina and I went to a fundraiser for the Firehouse Community Arts Center.  It was at Momma K and Russ' house.  I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XQOqVClI/AAAAAAAAAqs/krC82_1hI-g/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4XQOqVClI/AAAAAAAAAqs/krC82_1hI-g/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300199379042634322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2210272477932685515?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2210272477932685515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2210272477932685515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2210272477932685515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2210272477932685515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SY4YLxuV6kI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xdUioxStRAc/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6461818817368263410</id><published>2009-01-27T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:36:17.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the application then click post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really dislike driving. Apparently my brother Lee Jay always knew this about me...I just discovered it in the last three or four years. If I could afford it, I'd hire somebody to chauffer me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I secretly hope to one day rock-climb. It's a big dream. I may be just a big enough dreamer to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I went to see New Kids on the Block in Oct of 2008, and consider that one of the best concerts I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In the early 2000s, I was a closet Eminem fan. I think he's a brilliant lyricist. He expresses his emotions and anger through a creative outlet instead of being physically aggressive. (Well, minus that pistol-whipping incident in Royal Oak. He wasn't recording at the time.) Isn't this what therapy tells all of us to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My mom and dad were both married once before they married each other, and had kids from previous marriages. They got married and had my brother and myself. Both divorced parents didn't have custody, so I didn't realize we were a blended family until I was 5 or 6 and my teacher was discussing different types of families and used mine as an example. I vehemently denied this, until a fellow classmate (I believe it was Michael Kite) asked me if I ever thought about the fact that my sister and oldest brother's last names were different than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am a light sleeper in the city, and an extremly deep sleeper in the country. When camping last summer at the Grand Canyon, I slept like a log all night, every night. It was BLISS! Some of the best nights of sleep of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am lucky that I have great friends all over this nation who like to share fun experiences with me for vacations. I rarely have to pay a lot of money for vacations. Most of my best travels have included junior high or high school students, Josh (and now Kate) Higgins, and Momma K. Momma K is my favorite driving partner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I once discovered a 4-H fair in Montgomery County (Washington, DC) while visiting my girlfriends Sarah and Wendy. We may or may not have had some impromptu photo shoots involving horse poo and a plywood cutout of a cow head. And had an audience. Who pulled up lawn chairs. Who may have offered to take some photos and videos for us. Maybe. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love to create and sing my own parody songs. My two grad school girlfriends, Wendy and Sarah, used to give me a topic and song tune, and I could do it on command. I sometimes leave them voicemails. Wendy gets a Christmas medley parody every year, but I forgot this year and was asked if we were 'fighting'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) In Christmas of 2002, I accompanied my sister and her 3 year old daughter (Emily) for a deluge of tests for Em. She had just finished up a round of chemotherapy and surgery, and had a day full of stuff to go through. On the way home from St. Louis, she started to get bored. I made up a Christmas cheer that she proceeded to do over and over all the way back to Palmyra. Every year since, and she's now 9, she says, "Aunt Alison...remember that Christmas cheer?" and proceeds to perform it again and again. Ho, Ho, Ho...Go, Santa, Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I secretly identify with Hermione Granger of Harry Potter because she has a double standard on the rules. She sees nothing wrong with entering the boys dormitory whenever she wants, yet gets upset with the boys when they want to come into her dormitory or her room. I used to do that at camp all the time. I always went into Kyle and Derrick's cabin whenever I wanted. I don't think I ever did that at SBR...but let's face it, SBR scared the bejesus out of me. And there were always boys from other places sitting on top of cabins, throwing sand, rocks or water balloons at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I can cook or bake just about anything. I can sew anything, and am surprisingly adept at fixing things. I say its years of 4-H and growing up in hardy frontier country. And my mom. And my junior high years working for Marguerite Keller, who seemed to think I could fix anything. One day she brought in a broken weed whacker and said, "You're so mechanical, you can fix anything!" I told her I had no idea what to do with something electrical. This from the same woman who washed a box of combs in her washing machine, and galoshes in her dishwasher. She also collected styrofoam cups with holes in them and would use them to separate her various nails/screws. She is a trip and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) If I don't get to do something creative for a few weeks at a time, I become a flurry of creative activity. Case in point: I crocheted two skeins of yarn into a scarf in a two-hour sitting at the box office shortly after Christmas because I had gone almost a month without an outlet. I also once sat in women's group at my church and 'created' four or five photo frames while everyone sat around talking. It was like I was in my own little world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I have a great uncle who insists that our last name is actual Parfait, and that we were French living in Germany. When word got out that the military was coming through and would expel anybody without a German last name, our clan changed it to Burkhardt. Uncle George was a bit kooky, and lived without plumbing and didn't have electricity until my dad forced it on him. I remember hating to go in the outhouse. One time there was a hornets nest in the outhouse, and he had found "a hollowed out log to go in." My mom almost took me home becuase I cried so hard about going in a log. I was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I remember my third birthday, and thinking that my mom would try to show me that I was three fingers instead of two. I remember feeling irritated when she squated down to show me, and I retorted, "I KNOW! I'm THIS many, now!" My independent streak rearing its ugly head at an early age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I have a set of twins that I call "my sons if I were old enough for that to be possible." I met them the summer they were 11. They turn...23 this March? Holy cow! Where has the time gone?!?!?! I love you two! Mytchel, come home safely! One is married and the other one engaged. I'm ready for some surrogate grandbabies, but let's call me Aunt Alison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I was recently referred to as elderly by a teenager at a bus stop. I like to think he was thinking the phrase "respect your elders," and it was accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I grew up eating wild game, and still do so on a regular basis. When your father, brother, uncle, brother-in-law, fill-in-the-blank-relatives are all hunters, there is an abundance of meat to go around. Buffalo, mule deer and....regular deer?....are on the menu quite a bit these days. Buffalo is actually heathlier for you than turkey and chicken, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) The older I've gotten, the more I talk to my sister. We talk almost every day now. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I'm so a daddy's girl. I wasn't so much when I was growing up, but so am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I have become somewhat of a science fiction fan. I used to HATE it with a capital H-A-T-E. I'm on the bandwagon, now. Heroes, Lost, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Harry Potter....love it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) In keeping with my creative streak, I love music. I have played piano since I was five, and even had 9 students while I was in high school. I minored in music in college, and am a total music theory geek. I LOVE music theory while most true musicians detested the subject. It's like my Sudoku. Seriously. I'm currenlty trying to talk my roommate into taking music theory classes just so I can relive it vicariously through her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I desperately want to learn guitar, but so desperately do not want to spend the money on one. So, girlfriends, its your job to tell my future husband or current boyfriend what a great gift this would be for me one day! Complete with some lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I love to journal. I never used to have the patience for it, but have taken it up in the last couple of years. I even tried to find a journal writing club or group to join, but no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I really want to write a play or screenplay about my life. I think I have the right mix of crazy fun with really crazy stories to mix in. We'll see. I might do it just for my own fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6461818817368263410?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6461818817368263410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6461818817368263410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6461818817368263410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6461818817368263410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5483101612976435530</id><published>2009-01-25T21:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:04:51.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride Wars</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie on Sunday.  It was so good!  I expected it to be funny, but sub-par, but it made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus is really on the life-long friendship between the two girls, and the bonds of sisterhood.  I found myself reflecting on all my girlfriends throughout the movie.  Go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5483101612976435530?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5483101612976435530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5483101612976435530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5483101612976435530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5483101612976435530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/bride-wars.html' title='Bride Wars'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5143144347768025980</id><published>2009-01-25T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:01:48.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balsamic Chicken with Pesto Gravy</title><content type='html'>I made &lt;a href="http://www.kirotv.com/rachaelray/9860995/detail.html"&gt;this dish &lt;/a&gt;over the weekend.  I didn't partake in the bitter greens part of it, because I don't care for arugala.  I made mashed potatoes, instead.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5143144347768025980?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5143144347768025980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5143144347768025980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5143144347768025980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5143144347768025980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/balsamic-chicken-with-pesto-gravy.html' title='Balsamic Chicken with Pesto Gravy'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8808675723937912901</id><published>2009-01-23T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:47:55.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Off My Debt and Walking Off the Weight</title><content type='html'>Two great pieces of news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done such a great job of sending extra payments from babysitting and working my part-time job at the box office to my credit card that I am down to $150 left to pay on it.  Two more to pay off after that one and I'm home free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - lost 8 lbs in the last two weeks.  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8808675723937912901?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8808675723937912901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8808675723937912901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8808675723937912901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8808675723937912901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/paying-off-my-debt-and-walking-off.html' title='Paying Off My Debt and Walking Off the Weight'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2249831496707574313</id><published>2009-01-16T10:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:27:43.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe we're in need of a year of jubilee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-repo-gunfire-16jan16,0,7997834.story"&gt;Read This.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me sad, both for the the employee trying to do his job, and for the man who acted irrationally out of desperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2249831496707574313?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2249831496707574313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2249831496707574313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2249831496707574313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2249831496707574313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-believe-were-in-need-of-year-of.html' title='I believe we&apos;re in need of a year of jubilee'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-734036606619087550</id><published>2009-01-15T12:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:40:18.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Salt</title><content type='html'>I received a thumbs up from my dentist, yesterday, which was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dr., however, was not too pleased.  She took my blood, and I should get results next week.  She officially diagnosed me with hypertension, although she didn't prescribe me drugs at this time.  She did, however, tell me NO MORE SALT!  Just like that.  Very kind, but forceful.  She said absolutely not to salty snacks, and limited salt intake from other things.  I expect she's not going to be happy about my cholesterol level, either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be more regimented on my diet and exercise to keep from having some serious medical issues.  We might be exploring lap-band surgery, but I think my insurance makes you jump through some serious hoops for that.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, does anyone have suggestions for a salt-substitute?  I'm not a huge lover of salt, but I definitely cook with it and prefer seasoned salt on things.  My father isn't supposed to eat much salt, so he uses Mrs. Dash, but it's not quite the same.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-734036606619087550?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/734036606619087550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=734036606619087550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/734036606619087550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/734036606619087550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-salt.html' title='No More Salt'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1848864628601766953</id><published>2009-01-15T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:35:06.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Start To The Resolution</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a NY's resolution person.  I generally don't stick to them.  I have put on quite a bit of the weight I lost over a year ago (read: all the weight an another 5 lbs or so!), and my sister has put on a bit that she lost...so we decided to be each others' accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I brought my workout gear and hit the treadmill for an hour.  Yesterday I had a dentist and Drs appt that required a ton of walking in very snowy conditions (think walking on a sandy beach).  I estimate that I walked about 3 miles before it was all said and done.  Given how hard I worked just getting down one block in that snow, I'm calling that a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have plans to hit my rock n roll stepper, then tomorrow and Saturday morning I expect another hour at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1848864628601766953?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1848864628601766953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1848864628601766953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1848864628601766953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1848864628601766953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-start-to-resolution.html' title='A Good Start To The Resolution'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7688653157816880472</id><published>2009-01-12T15:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:13:51.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Monday</title><content type='html'>Mondays are not usually a chart-topping day for me, but I'm having a great day.  Curious?  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My bank gave me back $75. Long, long story that involves my having my bank account hacked into last month.  It's been a long time coming to finish up my old account and close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have several extra hundred dollars to pay towards my credit card debt.  This means I'll have another one paid off by next month!!  Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taylor Swift.  I loved her last album and have listened to it in its entirety multiple times.  I just downloaded her new album because I love the song "&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/taylorswift"&gt;Love Story."&lt;/a&gt;  So catchy and I walk around singing, "Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone...It's a love story, baby just say yes..."  Love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Free Lunch from Jimmy Johns because of a work meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A very sweet woman from the denomination my school belongs to (who is from California) coming up to me at said lunch meeting and introducing herself and saying, "I've heard so much about you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Downgrading cable and still getting to keep local channels, and saving a ton of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Perdue Chickens that were $.88 a pound at Jewel.  I bought 3.  They are in the freezer, and will happily use my new roasting pan I got from my mom for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Buying 2 lbs of country short ribs for $4, and a bag of 16 large naval oranges for $4.  With high grocery prices, I was ecstatic to get these deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym!  My back hurts and I'm feeling fatter than usual.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7688653157816880472?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7688653157816880472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7688653157816880472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7688653157816880472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7688653157816880472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/feel-good-monday.html' title='Feel Good Monday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8273991046659035900</id><published>2009-01-10T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:42:36.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkIAhHxBkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xYONsqqkSiY/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkIAhHxBkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xYONsqqkSiY/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289768042307323458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm usually not a huge fan of fake flowers, but I love these.  They are roses made out of shaved wood, and its hard to tell they are not real.  My aunt has some at her house, and ended up buying me some for Christmas because I always comment on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8273991046659035900?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8273991046659035900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8273991046659035900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8273991046659035900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8273991046659035900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkIAhHxBkI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xYONsqqkSiY/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5453124448786150836</id><published>2009-01-10T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:39:35.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking In A Winter Wonderland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkHbJHqhAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SdPbTPwQ40I/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkHbJHqhAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SdPbTPwQ40I/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289767400209286146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkHagl7oiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4vOu5MKyBeg/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkHagl7oiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4vOu5MKyBeg/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289767389330383394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had about 8-10 inches of snow this weekend, with expectations for about 6 more over the next couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a friend of the bus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5453124448786150836?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5453124448786150836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5453124448786150836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5453124448786150836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5453124448786150836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking In A Winter Wonderland...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SWkHbJHqhAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SdPbTPwQ40I/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-549697270478176798</id><published>2009-01-05T20:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:50:53.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comcastic</title><content type='html'>So we just added phone and internet to bundle with our Comcast cable.  My roommate just called to check on our bill, and it was totally messed up and showing almost $400.  What the @#$#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's calling tomorrow to tell them to change it to what we were quoted, or shut the whole thing off.  She called them tonight and actually said, "Did I just get ripped off?" to which the customer service rep didn't say anything. Boo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-549697270478176798?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/549697270478176798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=549697270478176798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/549697270478176798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/549697270478176798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/comcastic.html' title='Comcastic'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3521098655975363542</id><published>2009-01-05T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:44:17.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I love desserts.  One of my favorites is at a restuarant in Chicago called Lou Malnetti's...it's a chocolate chip cookie 'pizza' in a tiny deep dish pan, fresh baked when you order it, with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge.  Oh My Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my own version this evening.  I microwaved a chocolate chip cookie and added ice cream.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3521098655975363542?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3521098655975363542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3521098655975363542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3521098655975363542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3521098655975363542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1653309871680389867</id><published>2009-01-05T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:42:42.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch.....Yawn....</title><content type='html'>No, I have not been in hibernation.  Just terribly remiss at blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great ten days in Missouri with the family.  My sister and I were pretty much attached at the hip, and spent a lot of time in The Century Press, a new coffee shop run by Anne and JD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend it.  It's super cute on the inside (they did a lot of work on it!)  There is also a book share/exchange inside.  They make great lattes and the cheesecakes are to DIE for!  They open ridiculously early (like 6 am) and stay open until 8 pm.  My sister and I kept taking board games in and would hang out awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out!  It's where Mary's Cafe used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1653309871680389867?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1653309871680389867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1653309871680389867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1653309871680389867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1653309871680389867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2009/01/stretchyawn.html' title='Stretch.....Yawn....'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3266649672178113067</id><published>2008-12-13T23:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:31:52.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guv-uh-nuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1fe4262cf7becaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1fe4262cf7becaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE6E4CF5E84652D504A6C7459825E996A7C984D.4516F8CCAA471A619BE84E3FCE78864AA24FC72B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1fe4262cf7becaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5MGG-nQeRxUqQWGRDu-wgr4g16U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1fe4262cf7becaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE6E4CF5E84652D504A6C7459825E996A7C984D.4516F8CCAA471A619BE84E3FCE78864AA24FC72B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1fe4262cf7becaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5MGG-nQeRxUqQWGRDu-wgr4g16U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me surprised to learn that the Governor lives not far from me. Literally about a mile from my house.  By the way - it's totally like a Hinsdale neighborhood in the middle of the northwest side of Chicago.  Kind of wierd.  Huge houses that take up entire blocks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking our student workers out for dinner, we proceeded to have a very fun-filled adventure driving by. Here's a little video clip for your enjoyment.  Some notes to add to the enjoyment factor:&lt;br /&gt;1) those white vans along the right side of the road are all the media vans&lt;br /&gt;2) the lights reflecting on the windows of Rod's house are a result of approximately twenty flood lights and camera crews setup directly across the street on the sidewalk.  I laughed until I cried when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;3) There were Black SUVs (federal agents in suits, ties and trench coats) parked directly in front of his house on both cross streets.  That's who was staring us down, twice.&lt;br /&gt;4) There were state patrol cars parked in the alley entrances on both sides of his house to keep folks from coming down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was funny.  I laughed until I had tears and couldn't breathe.  It ranked right up there with bad Christmas light decoration night with Toni and Candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3266649672178113067?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1fe4262cf7becaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3266649672178113067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3266649672178113067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3266649672178113067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3266649672178113067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/12/guv-uh-nuh.html' title='The Guv-uh-nuh'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3929538116532070163</id><published>2008-12-11T14:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:04:50.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of All Trades</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApyCGwajKiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApyCGwajKiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3929538116532070163?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3929538116532070163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3929538116532070163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3929538116532070163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3929538116532070163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/12/jack-of-all-trades.html' title='Jack of All Trades'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1650876607157247509</id><published>2008-12-11T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:42:51.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SUFe3MbbLWI/AAAAAAAAAps/KU5vVjSHbOI/s1600-h/0809_Ruined.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SUFe3MbbLWI/AAAAAAAAAps/KU5vVjSHbOI/s320/0809_Ruined.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278604540577000802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I saw &lt;a href="http://www.goodmantheatre.org/season/Production.aspx?prod=85"&gt;this play&lt;/a&gt; at The Goodman last night. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells the story of women in the Congo in 2000 when the rebels and the army were at odds.  It made me laugh and cry: it was very touching.  These are some strong women who do what it takes to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1650876607157247509?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1650876607157247509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1650876607157247509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1650876607157247509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1650876607157247509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/12/ruined.html' title='Ruined'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SUFe3MbbLWI/AAAAAAAAAps/KU5vVjSHbOI/s72-c/0809_Ruined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4974703491675015365</id><published>2008-12-11T11:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:11:56.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....Junior High Girls....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1891237&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1891237&amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1891237&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"  width="480" height="360"  allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4974703491675015365?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4974703491675015365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4974703491675015365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4974703491675015365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4974703491675015365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohjunior-high-girls.html' title='Oh....Junior High Girls....'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8994631025043797068</id><published>2008-11-13T15:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:28:09.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rosie Ramblings</title><content type='html'>R's daddy: Tell Alison who the president is.&lt;br /&gt;R: Huh-bahk Mo-momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison, to R while she was in the bathtub: Would you like to sing a song with me?  What shall we sing?&lt;br /&gt;R: Row, row, row your boat&lt;br /&gt;Gently down the seem&lt;br /&gt;Marry, Marry, Marry, Marry&lt;br /&gt;SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH (she sing-screams as she smacks her toy boat into the water.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row Your Boat, Version 2&lt;br /&gt;lyrics by Rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row, row, row your boat&lt;br /&gt;Gently down the seem&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down down&lt;br /&gt;Up Rosie's leg (as she has the boat 'sail' down her legs, then up them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note that her phrasing perfectly fit with the song.  I was impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8994631025043797068?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8994631025043797068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8994631025043797068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8994631025043797068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8994631025043797068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-rosie-ramblings.html' title='More Rosie Ramblings'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3644013567762837183</id><published>2008-11-09T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:20:42.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefighter For a Day</title><content type='html'>Do you have one of those lists of things you want to do or try before you die?  I can check 'firefighting' off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went with Amy to a ladies luncheon at her church.  It was nice and very well thought out.  We learned how to get a picture perfect turkey, as well as how to make center pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ten minutes after our arrival, an older lady at our table looked over at the dessert table along the wall and said, 'that almost looks like it's on fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm....that's because it WAS on fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centerpiece was a bunch of plastic/glittery pumpkins and fall foliage with three candles in the middle (with no glass around them.)  I jumped up and tried blowing on the fire, but it was no use.  It was escalating fairly quickly, and I was worried it would start burning up the wall within a moment or two, and this is a newly renovated church.  Amy assisted by bringing me the water pitcher from our table, and I poured it over the flaming centerpiece and put out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part?  The women coordinating didn't remove it or do anything about it.  The desserts were served on the table, charred centerpiece and all, complete with water all over it.  I daresay if you weren't on our side of the room, the ladies didn't know it happened, or notice that it was burned and wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3644013567762837183?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3644013567762837183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3644013567762837183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3644013567762837183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3644013567762837183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/firefighter-for-day.html' title='Firefighter For a Day'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3611255788872735453</id><published>2008-11-07T14:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:16:31.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Commandment</title><content type='html'>This has been an interesting week, no?  So many angry, as well as gloating, folks regarding the election.  I have seen friends blog and get not-so-nice comments in return, and have heard stories of arguments between people in relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, however, I was hanging out with two women from my church.  One was caucasian, the other African-American.  The Caucasian was upset that so many people were wearing "Change Can Happen" shirts or talking about how America now has hope.  I finally said, "I think that hope is okay. There's nothing wrong with having hope.  Help me understand what you're thinking."  She responded defensively with, "It is NOT okay if that hope is being put into one person instead of Jesus Christ."  I said that I don't see that as the hope, but in the hope for a different future...one that we as Caucasians can't fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at a fundraiser for &lt;a href="http://www.thafirehouse.org/"&gt;The Firehouse &lt;/a&gt; and heard an incredible story that, I feel embodies the hope.  A Pastor talked about young man, let's call him Tom.  Tom works a corner in Pastor's neighborhood and does his thing.  Every day for ten years, Pastor has stopped by to see Tom and invite him to breakfast or lunch.  Because of Tom's responsibilities on the corner, he couldn't really leave it without getting in trouble.  On Nov. 5, Pastor stopped by to see Tom, and Tom pulled his ballot receipt out of his pocket and said, "Pastor, yesterday I voted...I voted," and was overcome with emotion.  He then asked if Pastor could take him to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch that day, Tom told Pastor how he sees an opportunity for a better future.  Seeing an African-American man who came from nothing get elected gives Tom hope that systems can change and give the same opportunities to his people that the rest of us get.  He has hope for grace and forgiveness and the opportunity to work.  This week he has been at the tech center at Pastor's church, getting an email address and trying to find ways to get himself out of his lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is sure to face obstacles, and stumble on his way to getting off the streets.  It will be hard for him to find a job in this market and economy, and its sure to pay a lot less than he's currently making.  But that hope that he has is what is life-changing and opens the door for the Holy Spirit.  And that is never a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some will read this and claim that Tom has the same opportunities the rest of us do.  As someone who has lived in the country, in the suburbs and the city, I can say that you don't know what you don't know until you've lived for a significant amount of time in an urban center.  Things are not the same.  The graduation rate in cities is only 50%.  Due to gangs and drugs, its difficult to get good teachers, so those that do graduate are given a sub-par education.  My boss's daughter has to share a Spanish textbook with two other classmates.  Often times, the valedictorians from inner city schools will flunk out at a college.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependent on public transportation to get you around.  If a student has to cross gang lines to get to school, they may opt to skip a few days a week to avoid the violence.  There was a shooting yesterday where a young man told his grandpa that he didn't want to go to school because he thought he might get killed.  His body was found next to another one around 4 pm, Many inner cities have very corrupt police systems, where the police are just as dangerous (in some cases, moreso) than the gangsters.  It's a very different environment than even the poorest rural Caucasians can imagine, with very few opportunities to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to force ourselves to think outside our context.  It's necessary for our country to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many may read this and say that they won't support anyone that supports abortion or homosexuality, because those ideals are antithetical to Jesus' teachings.  I would just ask people to remember what Jesus response was when asked what is the most important commandment: to love no other Gods before me, and to love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legalism is when we focus too much on specific acts, and not on relationships and people.  It was the downfall of the Pharisees back in the day. Remember how they spent hours questioning Jesus, focusing on legalistic things?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you support Blue or Red, let's embrace something that puts the hope of Jesus Christ within reach for people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3611255788872735453?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3611255788872735453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3611255788872735453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3611255788872735453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3611255788872735453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/musings-on-this-week.html' title='The Most Important Commandment'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1686313720158691468</id><published>2008-11-06T10:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:22:19.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew Bees Could Be So Interesting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRMY8QrA8sI/AAAAAAAAApE/jNz34dM2UGU/s1600-h/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRMY8QrA8sI/AAAAAAAAApE/jNz34dM2UGU/s320/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265579812872843970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The movie really isn't about bees.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see this film last night, and it was sooo worth it.  I was so engrossed in it that I didn't even notice when one of the friends I was with got up and left to go to the bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be shocked if Dakota Fanning doesn't get nominated, and possibly win, an Oscar for her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those movies where just about every woman can relate in some way.  It tapped into all kinds of emotions for me.  I will buy both the book and the movie, and cherish them always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison gives it two thumbs up and a heart-felt nod.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer - this is not a movie for young girls.  I would keep it at age 12 and up because some of the violence is hard to handle.  It takes place during 1964, right after the Civil Rights Act was signed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1686313720158691468?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1686313720158691468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1686313720158691468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1686313720158691468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1686313720158691468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew-bees-could-be-so-interesting.html' title='Who Knew Bees Could Be So Interesting?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRMY8QrA8sI/AAAAAAAAApE/jNz34dM2UGU/s72-c/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6776016488759908479</id><published>2008-11-05T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:45:55.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRIF--bmOdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-qLBzS0PZo0/s1600-h/rosie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRIF--bmOdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-qLBzS0PZo0/s320/rosie+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277493818309074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRIF-ub9-jI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TsgTMHsOScw/s1600-h/rosie+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRIF-ub9-jI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TsgTMHsOScw/s320/rosie+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265277489524898354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my little R on Halloween as a princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6776016488759908479?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6776016488759908479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6776016488759908479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6776016488759908479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6776016488759908479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SRIF--bmOdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-qLBzS0PZo0/s72-c/rosie+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5370268909054850631</id><published>2008-11-02T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:59:57.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>I babysat R tonight.  She enthusiastically greeted me and kept screaming "Boo!"  I asked her if she got to dress up yesterday, and she said, "Yeah!  Ghost!  Candy!  Boo!!!"  Her mother, chuckling, informed me that she was not a ghost, but a princess.  I'm sure I'll have photos emailed to me in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, she was melting down with separation anxiety at bath/bedtime.  She has been so good about that for at least six months...I'm not sure what's been bringing this back on the last few weeks, but she's been reverting back to her old ways of throwing tantrums and getting angry/melting down when her parents aren't there when she asks about them a few hours into the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, this was a monster of a meltdown/tantrum, and I was determined to have her follow instructions on her own and not be 'babied.'  She's old enough to understand what you're saying to her, and to be disciplined for misbehaving (time out, picking up things she threw, etc.)  Earlier in the evening I had to take her by the hand and make her pick up a DVD case that she threw on the floor then proceeded to stomp on while I told her no. She kept trying the "but I'm so cute" smile when I asked her to pick it up.  I finally made her do it.  She contemplated throwing a fit, and even opened her mouth and screwed her face up, but made the choice not to throw that tantrum and picked up the case.  I was so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bed/bath time, it was a blowout, throw herself on the floor, screaming louder and louder, full on temper tantrum.  I actually yelled at her for the first time ever, telling her to, "get up those stairs to the bathroom right now!"  when she kept disobeying me.  I had told her that she had the choice of staying up another half hour until her bath/bed time by stopping her fit, or we could do it right then and she could go to bed immediately.  She opted for the meltdown, so she got a quick bath with no toys and we went into the bedroom to change into jammies.  She stopped screaming, reached her arms out, and melted into a hug.  Then she sat back and asked, "mommy daddy not come on home?" I usually tell her that Mommy and Daddy went out, and they will be there when she wakes up, and that usually suffices.  Not the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told her it is like when she and mommy go to Aaden's house (a buddy of her's who lives two houses down) and leave Daddy at home.  He misses them, and they come home after they are done playing with Aaden.  Then I told her that Mommy and Daddy went to their buddy's house to play, and would come home after they were done.  She wiped her eyes, stopped her wimpering and said, "Okay, Alison.  Night-night, I love you!" and pointed at her crib.  Not another peep out of her.  When I told her parents that when they came home, they both went, "REALLY?!?!"  I just thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5370268909054850631?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5370268909054850631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5370268909054850631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5370268909054850631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5370268909054850631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8155330657891952921</id><published>2008-10-31T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:14:08.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>If I could insert an icon for the title of this post, it would be a wavy horizontal line.  =)  That's been my life and emotions this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something fairly rattling happen to me two weekends ago, and spent a few days in shock before it really set in.  (For those of you worrying right now, you can stop.  I'm really okay.)  I have been seeing a counselor, so we're working on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate thing is that I am feeling some up and down emotions come about during, and in reaction to, various things going on that have nothing whatsoever to do with my incident.  I am able to recognize that in the midst of it, but it has resulted in some anxious days this week, nonetheless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver lining is that its triggered some stuff from my past that I think I can finally get some good healing from.  The down side is I'm pretty sure this one's going to be around for quite some time, and possibly the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working a lot of extra hours, plus doing some youth ministry stuff in the last two weeks has left me feeling really tired and without enough time to think and process.  I have been doing a lot of craft projects, though.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to babysit Rosie to get loved on, too, and/or go to Amy and Joe's to play with Iris and Crumley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8155330657891952921?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8155330657891952921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8155330657891952921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8155330657891952921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8155330657891952921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-327571594630641213</id><published>2008-10-28T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:56:04.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little R Playing Soccer For The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQeYba5JYTI/AAAAAAAAAos/Zti6h-PUxI0/s1600-h/rosie+soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQeYba5JYTI/AAAAAAAAAos/Zti6h-PUxI0/s320/rosie+soccer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262342286448615730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-327571594630641213?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/327571594630641213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=327571594630641213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/327571594630641213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/327571594630641213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-r-playing-soccer-for-first.html' title='My Little R Playing Soccer For The First Time'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQeYba5JYTI/AAAAAAAAAos/Zti6h-PUxI0/s72-c/rosie+soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5393569837952753989</id><published>2008-10-28T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:04:40.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>I love music.  Love it, love it, love it.  I don't get to as many concerts as I used to, simply because they are so expensive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded John Legend's new album, and it did not disappoint.  I immediately fell in love with the song "Everybody Knows."  I encourage you to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/johnlegend"&gt;listen to it here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5393569837952753989?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5393569837952753989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5393569837952753989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5393569837952753989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5393569837952753989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2956846455267465934</id><published>2008-10-28T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:32:07.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Boys</title><content type='html'>I took yesterday off because I had to work all weekend.  It was blissful.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, a good guy friend of mine called in the afternoon to chat.  He asked what I had for lunch, and I shared that I had pulled a piece of lasagna (that I made) from the freezer and made some garlic toast to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied, "You eat a lot of junk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally startled and taken aback.  Number one: he's old enough to know better than to say something like that to a woman.  Number two: I made the lasagna.  Anybody who knows me, knows that I cook my meals to Weight Watchers specifications.  I only use Splenda, substitute eggs and the healthy margarine with omega 3s to reduce cholesterol.  My lasagna used very little cheese, whole wheat pasta, ground turkey and lots and lots of veggies.  My garlic toast was whole wheat toast with enhanced fiber, the healthy margarine, and a little bit of cheddar cheese.  Needless to say, I was defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply said, "Thanks?" In a confused voice.  Then he began his backtracking. He asked if it was storebought or if I made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my roommate, Chantel, who simply said, "Who the hell is he?  He doesn't come over here enough to even have the information to say that he thinks you eat too much junk food."  Then she proceeded to go into the, "anyone who knows you knows that you don't buy chips, you cook your meals healthy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally felt like a schmuck and apologized for saying it.  After further conversation, a few self-deprecating comments slipped out of his mouth that led me to believe that he's not feeling so good about his own body right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommas, please teach your boys to NEVER say anything about food or body size to women, especially those that are very thin or very big.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2956846455267465934?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2956846455267465934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2956846455267465934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2956846455267465934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2956846455267465934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-boys.html' title='Stupid Boys'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7150548649101823986</id><published>2008-10-26T11:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:27:23.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby I Believe in You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQSdf0eNjgI/AAAAAAAAAok/54_x0JT6dpw/s1600-h/nkotb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQSdf0eNjgI/AAAAAAAAAok/54_x0JT6dpw/s320/nkotb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503434662448642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every little thing you do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the New Kids on Friday night with &lt;a href="http://amy-girlabouttown.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Princess&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's my recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ish pm: Arrive at Amy's, meet Crumley and Iris.  I fell in love with them both.  Crumley has got to be the cutest dog on the planet.  They jumped all over me and both Joe/Amy were embarrassed.  Amy fed me pizza and diet Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;7 ish pm: Leave for the concert.  Excitement is building.'&lt;br /&gt;7:45 ish: arrive and park.  Get inside the building and literally stop in our tracks at the site of all these women with their various paraphernalia: old NKOTB gear, jean jackets with giant buttons, groups of women glamed out in 80s gear, etc.  I go into a bathroom marked "women"  It was actually a men's bathroom: there were so many women at this concert that turned many men's bathrooms into women's rooms for the NKOTB concert.  lol&lt;br /&gt;8 pm: enter to locate our seats.  First opening act is playing.  She looked like a cross between Samantha Fox and Christina Aguleira.  She couldn't pull it off.  HEr backup dancers were only wearing pink bra tops and super short skirts. They looked, and danced, like skankalicious whores.  Even from our high up seats, all I could see was flying boobs in non supporting pink bras.  I suggested that they should have thought of their audience - 30 to 40 year old women who love them some NKOTB.  We don't respond to flopping, whorish boobs.&lt;br /&gt;8:20ish: Natasha Bedengfield came out.  She was fun.  I must also add that her backup singer/dancers had bigger boobs that were supported and reigned in with proper bra supportage. Natasha had some bizarre haircut.  It looked like she had one side of her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and cut it off.  One chunk of her hair was cut short on one side, while the rest was long.  Amy kept saying she had a 'half-mullet.'&lt;br /&gt;8:50 ish: Natasha gets off stage, and they begin to strike her set.  Anticipation is building.&lt;br /&gt;9:10ish: the lights go down, and I literally jumped four feet off my seat and started screaming like a 12 year old at a Jonas Brothers concert.  This didn't stop for 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not expect to have this much fun.  I pretty much expected to spend the evening people watching and reminiscing about my NKOTB years while enjoying hearing their music one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, my love for them was renewed.  They put on one of the best shows I've ever seen - even better than Harry Connick, Jr.  They were amazing, and totally knew how to appeal to us.  Truthfully, they missed us as much, if not more, than we missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my highlights were when Jordan sang "Baby I Believe in You."  I had been waiting all night to hear that song, and when the opening chords were played, I started jumping/running in place while screaming and clapping enthusiastically.  My other highlight was an up close time with Danny in a sleeveless Ed Hardy shirt.  He's HOT these days.  In 2008, I'm a Danny girl all the way.  I never thought those words would come out my mouth.  He's absolutely grown into his own and is by far the hottest one up there.  Blissful sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Amy's blog for many of the details.  I decided not to type them redundantly. Let's just say that the "kids" are all grown up and playing a show for grown women.  There was more than a little sweatin' goin' on.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest. Night. Of. My. Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7150548649101823986?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7150548649101823986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7150548649101823986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7150548649101823986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7150548649101823986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-i-believe-in-you.html' title='Baby I Believe in You....'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SQSdf0eNjgI/AAAAAAAAAok/54_x0JT6dpw/s72-c/nkotb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-919734730450925840</id><published>2008-10-24T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:24:12.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>Please don't go gguuuurrrllllll......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to NKOTB tonight with Amy.  &lt;a href="http://amy-girlabouttown.blogspot.com/2008/10/seventeen-years-in-making.html"&gt;Read her blog entry&lt;/a&gt; - it's much more fun than I can write right now, and this will be my first NKOTB concert.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to 'just breathe' right now.  I have a big two day event my office is putting on in the south side tonight and tomorrow.  It's hectic, I won't be there tonight, but the upside is that it's taking place about 12 blocks from Amy's house, so its convenient for my plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-919734730450925840?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/919734730450925840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=919734730450925840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/919734730450925840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/919734730450925840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-631872601679233331</id><published>2008-10-22T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:31:24.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty</title><content type='html'>I decided to get crafty this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get really excited about projects, and love to do them.  My creative energy prefers to have projects to work on, especially when I'm stressed out.  If they require a lot of time and patience, however, I may not finish them.  I am determined to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reverence and respect to our crazy economy, and in respect to my slimming disposable income, I am making some crafty things for Christmas gifts this year.  Right now I am working on a cute blanket for my friend's son.  I am not going to disclose which friend, although I don't think he/she reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some blue-purple fleece, and am sewing a teddy bear on it that I made from an old pair of brown cords that I had worked a hole into.  Right now I'm working on the details of the bear: he has button eyes and nose, with twine for his mouth and claws.  I cut out some brown patterned handkerchief for the inside of his ears and his paw pads, and he has buttons down his belly.  He's super cute and I love him.  When I sew him onto the fleece, I'll put some cotton balls behind him to make him puffy.  I was cutting him out and sewing the details on his face while my friend Tricia was over on Sunday night, and she adorably asked me if I would make her a teddy bear.  She might get one for Christmas.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left to do to the bear is sew his arms and legs on, and his claws, then I'm ready to attach him to his blanket.  I still haven't figured out how I'm going to 'finish' the sides.  Perhaps I'll cut strips of the corduroy and give it a 'framed' look similar to satin edges of baby blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures when I'm done.  I plan to make a similar blanket for a little girl with flowers on it, using butt pockets from some clothes as flower pots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-631872601679233331?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/631872601679233331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=631872601679233331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/631872601679233331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/631872601679233331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/crafty.html' title='Crafty'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1717256696006981296</id><published>2008-10-16T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:14:20.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quesadillas with a kick</title><content type='html'>i've been loooving quesadillas with a bit of hot sauce and ranch dressing mixed in with the cheese prior to cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1717256696006981296?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1717256696006981296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1717256696006981296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1717256696006981296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1717256696006981296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/quesadillas-with-kick.html' title='quesadillas with a kick'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7375105228693242076</id><published>2008-10-08T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:26:10.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Declaration</title><content type='html'>After getting back from Aldi and spending $25 on what would have cost me $10 three months ago, I promptly downloaded Quicken on my computer and made a vow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only shop at Costco, Trader Joes and Jewel from now on (bc Aldi was seriously the same price or higher than regular grocery stores on almost everything, and they don't take coupons) and only once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, my once a week menu is going to have to become once a month.  Here's what I'll be eating the rest of this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: leftover pizza for lunch&lt;br /&gt;beef stew for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Friday: leftover pizza for lunch&lt;br /&gt;winter squash, dried fruit and pine nut lasagna&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: wedding reception lunch, beef stew for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: brunch (pancakes and turkey sausage) and the lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3:&lt;br /&gt;the lasagna&lt;br /&gt;roast beef sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;tater tot casserole&lt;br /&gt;chicken pot pie soup&lt;br /&gt;breakfast for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 4: tater tot casserole&lt;br /&gt;frozen regular lasagna&lt;br /&gt;spinach and cheese ravioli&lt;br /&gt;quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;breakfast for dinner&lt;br /&gt;pork chop and veggies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7375105228693242076?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7375105228693242076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7375105228693242076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7375105228693242076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7375105228693242076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-declaration.html' title='My Declaration'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3476852933705596185</id><published>2008-10-08T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:11:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost a pound</title><content type='html'>We're now up to four, and am now at my previously heaviest weight.  Woo-hoo!  My goal is 8-10 lbs lost this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3476852933705596185?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3476852933705596185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3476852933705596185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3476852933705596185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3476852933705596185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lost-pound.html' title='I lost a pound'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8739829895920024259</id><published>2008-10-07T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:09:15.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Bliss</title><content type='html'>I just got back to Chicago after four days visiting my family.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I didn't intend this, it was Palmyra's homecoming.  Because of that, I got to visit with a former classmate who is now my neice Emily's teacher (Carrie S., formerly M.) and see one of my 'little ones' that I used to babysit all grown up and on homecoming court (Alan K).  I almost cried when I saw him in the parade.  =)  He's a SENIOR!  I can't believe it!  His sister is a sophomore in college.  &lt;Heave big sigh in remembrance of days gone by.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw another classmate, Todd F., whom I don't think I've seen since high school.  A family friend's baby was being baptized on Sunday am at my church, and he and his family came in support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my big highlights were getting to see Madison (6) and Dylan (10 months) the children of Toni S., formerly Toni R.  I went to Eddie R's birthday bash to catch up with Toni and clan.  For some reason, Madison thought I was going back to their house with them, and it made for an unhappy Madison when it came time to leave.  Due to some medical issues (Dylan being in the hospital so long) I haven't really gotten to see them and spend some playing time with Madison.  I promised her some special time just for her when I come visit at Christmas.  Dylan was so sweet!  He is almost a year old, chubby, chubby, chubby and such a snuggler.  I could have held him all night.  He also definitely knows when Grandma is in the room.  =)  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other fun highlight was shooting handguns with my dad in his newly put together shooting range on his property.  I did pretty good, actually, and it was so much fun.  Dad's already got the guns picked out that we'll shoot next time I come visit.  I tried to get my sister to join us, but she said no.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8739829895920024259?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8739829895920024259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8739829895920024259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8739829895920024259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8739829895920024259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-bliss.html' title='Weekend Bliss'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4678347859154550853</id><published>2008-10-01T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:18:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heightened Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SOPaqV75d9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oTAnITuq6XI/s1600-h/fallTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SOPaqV75d9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oTAnITuq6XI/s320/fallTree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252282011421865938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was speaking with some folks outside chapel this morning, and was struck by the sight of leaves falling off a tree.  It was so beautiful, and made me slow down and admire the wonder of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved fall.  The colder weather makes sleeping much cozier and deeper, I can wear sweaters and long-sleeved shirts I haven't worn in months, the trees turning and the smell of fall in the air is something I'll always associate with happy thoughts of upcoming holidays, football games and hayrides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4678347859154550853?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4678347859154550853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4678347859154550853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4678347859154550853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4678347859154550853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/10/heightened-senses.html' title='Heightened Senses'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SOPaqV75d9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oTAnITuq6XI/s72-c/fallTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8587893948381449739</id><published>2008-09-30T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:47:35.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked Witner Squash, Raisin and Pine Nut lasagna</title><content type='html'>This is a Weight Watchers recipe that I'm dying to try and thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; *  1/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 1/2 cup fat-free evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 medium garlic clove(s), minced&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/3 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/8 tsp table salt, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/8 tsp black pepper, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;    * 10 oz dry lasagna noodles, cooked al dente (about 12 noodles)&lt;br /&gt;    * 10 oz cooked winter squash, thawed if frozen&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 cup part-skim mozzarella cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;    * 3/4 cup golden seedless raisins&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 Tbsp pine nuts, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Preheat oven to 350°F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Place flour in a small saucepan and very gradually whisk in milk and garlic. Warm over low heat, stirring constantly, until sauce simmers and is thickened, about 3 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in Parmesan cheese, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Spread 1/4 cup of cheese sauce over bottom of a 9 X 13-inch glass or metal pan and cover with 3 lasagna noodles; top with 1/3 of squash and 1/2 cup of cheese sauce. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup of mozzarella cheese and 1/4 cup of raisins. Cover with 3 more lasagna noodles and spread with 1/3 of remaining squash and 1/2 cup of cheese sauce; sprinkle with 1/4 cup of raisins. Cover with 3 more lasagna noodles and top with remaining squash and raisins; cover with last 3 lasagna noodles, pressing sheets firmly down. Top with remaining cheese sauce; sprinkle with pine nuts and remaining mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Bake until lasagna bubbles around edges and is browned on top, about 30 minutes. Slice into 8 pieces and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * This recipe is part of our Cook Once, Eat All Week series. To learn more about this month's theme, make-ahead pasta bakes and casseroles, click here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * You can add color and flavor to this lasagna recipe by using a medley of dried fruit. Use 1/4 cup of dried cranberries, 1/4 cup of dried cherries or blueberries, and 1/4 cup of golden raisins instead of 3/4 cup total of raisins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8587893948381449739?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8587893948381449739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8587893948381449739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8587893948381449739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8587893948381449739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/baked-witner-squash-raisin-and-pine-nut.html' title='Baked Witner Squash, Raisin and Pine Nut lasagna'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4492917254438798938</id><published>2008-09-30T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:41:33.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Disciplines</title><content type='html'>I am fascinated by spiritual disciplines.  I am so inspired by and admire people who fast and are committed to practicing spiritual disciplines/practices in preparation for something, in thanksgiving, or in honor of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at fasting.  The couple of times I've tried it, I've gotten really sick.  Last night I was having a conversation with a good friend about fasting.  She pointed out that I may be taking the discipline of 'fasting' too literally.  She shared that sometimes she will fast from music, or only eat cereal for a day or two, or fast from television.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pointed out that I DO fast from time to time.  For lent last year, I gave up eating at restaurants if I was paying for it.  The reasoning behind it was that I wanted to remember that I can enjoy a simple life and don't suffer from not being able to do 'luxury' things.  I don't need to live my life the way man/society has pushed me: to overspend and indulge in unhealthy meals as a form of recreation or hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that the month of October is going to be another fast for me in that same sense.  With the economic issues that are going on, I am going to fast in the same sense and frame of mind that I did last year during lent.  I will refrain from eating at restaurants when I am paying for them.  I am also going to try to refrain from buying things I don't need, in remembrance that God provides what I need and I can find contentment, thanksgiving and joy in that.  There are automatic blessings that come from that: less calories consumed, and a lot more money in the bank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4492917254438798938?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4492917254438798938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4492917254438798938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4492917254438798938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4492917254438798938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/spiritual-disciplines.html' title='Spiritual Disciplines'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5926418702237797558</id><published>2008-09-29T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:14:54.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!</title><content type='html'>I received a violation notice, today, for having ten violations of driving through tollways without paying.  They are fining me $210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker...I have an IPASS, which is an automated device where the reader on the highway is supposed to read it and deduct from it.  It's attached to my debit card, and every time it gets below a certain dollar amount, it adds another forty dollars from my checking account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with pretty stiff penalties.  I have two weeks to pay up or ask for a review.  After the two weeks is up, they charge me $50 per incident.  That would be over $500.  After another period of a couple of weeks without payment, then they suspend your license and potentially revoke your vehicle registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that all ten of said violations are from 2007?  I have had an IPASS since I moved to Chicago in 2002.  Ridiculous.  I started to have a minor panic, because that is $210 that will make my budget VERY tight for the next month if I have to pay it, if for some reason the State of IL decides to make my life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention that IPASS is attached to your license plate number?  So they could run the number and see I have an IPASS?  Seriously irritated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled, and found a guy who had exactly the same thing happen to him earlier this year.  He didn't have to pay it, and also found a Chicago Tribune article that said the state discovered that tens of thousands of tollway violations had gone unpaid and not sent out to drivers...and it resulted in $10 million of lost revenue to the state. Icky Icky Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;After four hours of trying to get through, I was able to talk to someone and get this straitened out.  No fines for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5926418702237797558?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5926418702237797558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5926418702237797558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5926418702237797558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5926418702237797558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='What?!?!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8845300501671222537</id><published>2008-09-29T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:32:18.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost 3 lbs!</title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8845300501671222537?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8845300501671222537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8845300501671222537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8845300501671222537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8845300501671222537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-lost-3-lbs.html' title='I lost 3 lbs!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4299798054817127948</id><published>2008-09-28T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:53:38.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pot Pie Soup</title><content type='html'>In response to Nichole's asking (and in anticipation of Stacey asking =), here is the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from Cindy Griesbaum from the Mt. Olivet UMC cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans chicken vegetable soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;2 cans water&lt;br /&gt;1 large family sized can cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;4 chicken pot pies&lt;br /&gt;oregano&lt;br /&gt;thyme&lt;br /&gt;salt/pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake the chicken pot pies while you're heating up the soup base.  When pot pies are done, put into the soup and use spoon to break apart the pastry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made this soup quite a bit in the winter, and LOVE it.  It's hearty, and filling, and makes a ton of soup.  I'm a big fan of making this and taking it to potlucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even better as leftovers, because the pie pastry gets very much like dumplings.  It gets thick - about halfway between a cream based soup and a stew.  It also freezes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a variation tonight, using leftovers.  I made three cups of chicken buollion broth, added about two cups of milk, threw in a can of cream of mushroom soup, added some leftover mixed veggies I had in the fridge, cut up the rest of an onion, half a bag of shredded carrots, and green pepper I had in the fridge, and some leftover chicken that had gotten dried out (the soup was perfect, because the chicken pieces picked up the moisture).  I had the pot pies in my freezer, in anticipation of making this soup sometime soon.  So yummy!  I successfully used up all my leftovers and the rest of my fresh ingredients that would have gone bad after I returned to Chicago next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4299798054817127948?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4299798054817127948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4299798054817127948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4299798054817127948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4299798054817127948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/chicken-pot-pie-soup.html' title='Chicken Pot Pie Soup'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-904984330112092324</id><published>2008-09-28T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:25:11.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Proud of This Week</title><content type='html'>a) I didn't overeat too badly this week.&lt;br /&gt;b) I not only didn't gain weight, I LOST WEIGHT!  I can't wait for my weigh in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;c) I did laundry.  It's been almost three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;d) I successfully talked myself out of picking up takeout on three different occasions.&lt;br /&gt;e) I successfully talked myself into ordering iced coffee or iced tea the two-three times I was in Starbucks instead of ordering a pumpkin spice latte.  The savings are two-fold: at least $2.50 and 700-800 calories per drink.&lt;br /&gt;f) Getting my homework done while babysitting Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;g) Getting caught up at work.&lt;br /&gt;h) Knowing that I'm going to Missouri Thursday through Sunday, I looked in my fridge at my fresh food/leftovers.  I used ALL of it (except for two apples) making chicken pot pie soup and zucchini bread muffins, both of which I can put the leftovers in the freezer come Thursday.  (BTW - made my zucchini bread with splenda, egg substitute, fiber powder and flax seed.  And they're delicious with about 1/2 to 1/3 the calories!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-904984330112092324?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/904984330112092324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=904984330112092324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/904984330112092324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/904984330112092324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-im-proud-of-this-week.html' title='Things I&apos;m Proud of This Week'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-662002260805882288</id><published>2008-09-28T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:18:42.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splenda Trick</title><content type='html'>If you've tried to bake with Splenda, but found that it produces a spongier, cakier cookie...or a spongie, flatter bread or cake...try adding a tablespoon of hellman's or miracle whip.  I've now successfully baked muffins and cookies using this trick, and my roommates couldn't tell a difference between them and the 'real deal.'  Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-662002260805882288?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/662002260805882288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=662002260805882288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/662002260805882288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/662002260805882288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/splenda-trick.html' title='Splenda Trick'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8493687364229957619</id><published>2008-09-21T18:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:13:46.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal Plan Sunday</title><content type='html'>This week week for lunch: veggie casserole and turkey meatballs, leftover pizza, bagged salad and yogurt/fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner this week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: turkey dogs with swiss cheese, veggies, pita chips, apple&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: pizza or chicken at a work meeting&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: quesadillas with chicken, green peppers and onions, peach, yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: beef stew (from freezer) with quinoa and bread, apple&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Honey BBQ salmon, fried zucchini, fruit, yogurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8493687364229957619?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8493687364229957619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8493687364229957619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8493687364229957619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8493687364229957619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/meal-plan-sunday-for-month.html' title='Meal Plan Sunday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8758253552199887267</id><published>2008-09-21T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:54:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Girls Love/Hate Relationship with Leftovers</title><content type='html'>It's hard to cook when you're a single person.  I often feel like I'm throwing at least $10 a week in the garbage in un-eaten leftovers or fresh produce that's gone bad before I can eat it all (e.g. a bag of salad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had an I'm-proud-of-me moment.  I had a girl's dinner party the other night at my house, and had a lot of leftover quinoa and veggies.  I also had several chunks of yummy, yet very moldy, cheese.  I took a little trip to the grocery, and made myself a casserole that is DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some whole-wheat rotini while i cut the mold off my gouda and swiss cheese, then cut it into chunks.  I threw my leftover veggies in the casserole pan with melted butter, chopped fresh garlic and some milk, then added american cheese singles with the pasta in the pan.  I stirred it every few minutes in the oven, then added more american singles when necessary. I sprinkled some shredded asiago cheese on and left it in the oven another five minutes.  The result? A very yummy casserole that I will love to eat on this week at work!  I think I have about four-five meal-sized servings, and bought some turkey meatballs at the store to go with.  A nutricious, balanced meal.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - threw the quinoa in the freezer.  I have plans to use it in place of rice and make chicken and rice later this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8758253552199887267?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8758253552199887267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8758253552199887267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8758253552199887267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8758253552199887267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/single-girls-lovehate-relationship-with.html' title='A Single Girls Love/Hate Relationship with Leftovers'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-9179698768380929758</id><published>2008-09-21T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:38:17.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You MUST Go See This Documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SNbZT1S5ryI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P4Hacr_9IwQ/s1600-h/ttw_badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SNbZT1S5ryI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P4Hacr_9IwQ/s320/ttw_badge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248621350493990690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://troublethewaterfilm.com/"&gt; This film &lt;/a&gt;filled me with outrage.  It is a documentary of what really happened during and after Hurricane Katrina.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the footage shot during the hurricane is filmed by a couple who didn't have the means to leave New Orleans.  They shot the footage with a camera they had bought off the street for $20 the week prior to the storm.  They documented what was happening to them during teh storm because they thought they were going to die and wanted to leave a document to be found in their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely SICK how the government abandoned the lower 9th ward of New Orleans prior, during and after the storm.  Some of it I had heard bits and pieces of via the news, but nothing on the news portrayed the reality. The biggest misconception I had prior to watching this film was that residents who stayed behind had chosen to do so.  That is NOT true.  There was no public plan by the mayor or governor to evacuate the city.  If folks didn't have money or a vehicle, they had no choice in the matter.  The same was true after the storm blew threw - the government DID NOT bring in transportation to get people out of the toxic areas and to safety where food, water and assistance awaited them.  There is footage of hundreds of thousands of people from New Orleans who are walking out of the city, trying to get to the superdome or a shelter, and they are so weak from the heat/humidity and lack of food and water that they are moving at a snail's pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital patients were abandoned while the staff and personnel left them to die in the storm and water.  You read that right - they were found drowned in the hospital building in their rooms.  The county jail was abandoned by the guards and the detainees were left to die.  Thankfully, many of them did not drown, although without guards, it was chaos inside the walls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;911 audio clips are inserted where folks were calling from cell phones in their roofs, begging for someone to come in a boat and get them out because the water was already in their roof at that point and they couldn't break a hole to get out.  The 911 operators had to tell these people that no emergency personnel were going in to save people until weather conditions got better.  (FYI - when the second hurricane blew through shortly thereafter, they had the nerve to ask residents to write their social security number in magic marker on their arm or leg to make it easier to identify their bodies.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, residents who had found a way to get out of their house when the water rose above their ceilings were trying their best to go from house to house, saving those they could.  If residents, with no life jackets and without boats could save people in their homes and get them to higher ground, I find it hard to believe that emergency personnel or the national guard couldn't have been deployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the couple filming and a large group went to the nearby Naval base to find shelter, they were threatened with M16s, ready to fire.  FYI - the government was in the process of shutting down said Navy base prior to the storm coming, and there were over 500 empty barracks yet the military wouldn't open it up for the now homeless people who hadn't had water or food for two or three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of humanity prior, during and in the aftermath was literally astonishing.  The part that I couldn't grasp was how Christians could do this to other human beings.  The most powerful line in the movie came from a resident who saved dozens of people from their homes by using a floating punching bag for them to ride on.  It didn't matter who the people were, he saved them.  He was a gang-banger, and he even saved one of his sworn enemies.  Two weeks later, he was smiling and happy and said, "I  never thought that God would use a guy like me."  All of those hospital, emergency, government and jail personnel could so easily abandon people for their SURE death, yet a drug using/selling gang banger was one who God chose because he knew he wouldn't say no.  Absolutely astonishing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support this film.  It needs people to come out in numbers for the distribution company to continute to send it to cities.  These astrocities MUST be seen by the greater public in order to hold the government accountable and get new policies in place that value ALL human life, regardless of where they live, what color skin they have and what they may or may not do to earn money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-9179698768380929758?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/9179698768380929758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=9179698768380929758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/9179698768380929758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/9179698768380929758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-must-go-see-this-documentary.html' title='You MUST Go See This Documentary'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SNbZT1S5ryI/AAAAAAAAAd8/P4Hacr_9IwQ/s72-c/ttw_badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3035948223414687725</id><published>2008-09-17T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:12:23.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty</title><content type='html'>I love that show.  I've been watching re-runs on ABC.com during my lunch break this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially adore the relationship between Betty and Gio.  I just watched the episode where Betty and Gio chaperone the junior high dance.  When Gio tells Betty, "That's just it...I don't want to be the rebound guy, I want to be the guy."  I melt, just melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!  Can't wait to see what this season has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3035948223414687725?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3035948223414687725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3035948223414687725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3035948223414687725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3035948223414687725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugly-betty.html' title='Ugly Betty'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-953520645470029855</id><published>2008-09-16T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:54:25.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooding in Chicago</title><content type='html'>I called home this weekend, telling my parents that I had flashbacks to being along the Mississippi.  We had over 7 inches of rain in a 24 hour period, and more rain that fell over the next 12.  It was storms from Ike that made their way up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighborhood is called Albany Park, and we have the north branch of teh Chicago River that runs through it.  It flooded and shut down several streets, many homes, and a good deal of our campus.  School was closed yesterday, but we're back in business today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dorms had to be evacuated and sleep in the rec center over the weekend.  Thankfully, they were able to return to their dorms to sleep last night.  There is water damage in many of our buildings, and a couple of computer labs were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to babysit Rosie on Saturday when the water began pouring over the street down the way and &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-chicago-flooding-gallery,0,160270.photogallery"&gt;they began sandbagging it&lt;/a&gt;.  The water is still covering Foster Ave by Jewel, and traffic yesterday during rush hour was terrible. Traffic was backed up on Foster past Swedish Covenant due to Foster being closed between Pulaski and Elston, and Kedzie was backed up to Peterson with cars trying to get onto Foster Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still sandbags on campus surrounding the river.  The students seem to be okay, for the most part.  I haven't heard that anyone lost any of their posessions, and they seem to be in good spirits now that they can get into their rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-953520645470029855?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/953520645470029855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=953520645470029855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/953520645470029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/953520645470029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/flooding-in-chicago.html' title='Flooding in Chicago'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5186916076004271209</id><published>2008-09-16T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:44:46.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss and Anxiety</title><content type='html'>This past week has been interesting for me.  I've been very busy the last two weeks.  Too busy.  It's been too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things I've learned about myself are:&lt;br /&gt;a) spiritual warfare is a very real thing in my life, and anxiety and bad depression can be a result&lt;br /&gt;b) not having time for creative outlets will directly affect me&lt;br /&gt;c) the more i feel a time crunch, the more I will experience anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an anxiety-filly week for me.  I've also gained some weight in the past few months, and I'm officially the heaviest I've ever been.  That's got to stop for two reasons: to help my anxiety and spiritual warfare, and because I don't want to experience some significant health issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm going to ask my readers to ask me occasionally and help hold me accountable (ahem - Stacy!).  I've started weight watchers online again, and am going to try out Overeaters Anonymous and see what I think.  I may start a second blog that is a journey of this stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5186916076004271209?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5186916076004271209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5186916076004271209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5186916076004271209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5186916076004271209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/weight-loss-and-anxiety.html' title='Weight Loss and Anxiety'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7103251247381174829</id><published>2008-09-11T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:11:19.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessings Keep On Coming</title><content type='html'>Tonight I got to help out with the youth ministry at my church in a way that allowed me to start to get to know some of the kids better.  So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home to find a check for $250 for an overpayment to the hospital from an er visit several months ago.  I was pretty positive I had overpaid, but was assured that I had not.  SSooo surprised to get the refund check, and very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessings week for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7103251247381174829?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7103251247381174829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7103251247381174829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7103251247381174829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7103251247381174829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessings-keep-on-coming.html' title='The Blessings Keep On Coming'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2585392120811667454</id><published>2008-09-09T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:25:23.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Keep On Coming</title><content type='html'>Remember how I got a free Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they accidentally made me a 'tall' size instead of a grande, so they gave me both for the price of a grande.  It's like I got a Venti!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things in life that make me happy.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2585392120811667454?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2585392120811667454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2585392120811667454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2585392120811667454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2585392120811667454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-they-keep-on-coming.html' title='And They Keep On Coming'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5892654855370040406</id><published>2008-09-08T12:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:26:21.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>Trying to lose weight, and sometimes need a quick dinner option?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com/nutrition-calories/food/archer-farms/polenta-with-chicken-marinara"&gt;Archer Farms Polenta with Chicken Marinara&lt;/a&gt; this weekend.  It's from Target.  I often have looked at these 'meal in a box' options, but find they are often full of calories, fat, and never fill me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me happy when I made this and was STUFFED after eating one serving.  It literally took me about ten minutes to make, was delicious, and it felt like a meal I would order at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may buy this and make it for a dinner party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5892654855370040406?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5892654855370040406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5892654855370040406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5892654855370040406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5892654855370040406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3394276430386694745</id><published>2008-09-04T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:47:17.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful</title><content type='html'>Here are some 'delightful' moments of my today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It finally started raining.  I love waking up slowly when it's raining outside.  there's something peaceful in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.kraft.com/Brands/featured-brands/bagelfuls.html"&gt;Bagelfuls&lt;/a&gt;.  I just ate one.  Great work breakfast food invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Our new &lt;a href="http://www.delonghiusa.com/collections/caffe.html"&gt;coffee/cappuccino machine&lt;/a&gt;. We just bought it after the one we purchased last year went ka-put.  Just say no to Cooks!  DeLonghi's the way to go!  I'm currently drinking a peppermint mocha with soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not having pain in my stomach right now.  I'm beginning to suspect that my mother passed her lactose intollerance to me.  It's unfortunate, really, because I love cereal with milk, cheese, yogurt and ice cream.  I'm still going to eat the ice cream, yogurt and cheese, but try to cut out regular milk and replace it with soy.  We'll see how this continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3394276430386694745?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3394276430386694745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3394276430386694745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3394276430386694745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3394276430386694745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/delightful.html' title='Delightful'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-9147152805504958085</id><published>2008-09-03T15:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:08:37.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Loves Me</title><content type='html'>Shortly after my first post of the day, I heaved a deep sigh because I had made myself a cup of coffee from our pot.  I drank the lukewarm liquid, and realized it was strong Folgers.  That means we've run out of the good stuff and are now brewing ground coffee we keep on hand for events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Starbucks to buy some Sumatra beans...and was THRILLED to see the Pumpkin Spice Latte is back!  I was so excited, that the manager gave me a free grande sized one.  I told him that he'd totally made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say it pays to be nice to people.  I'm always nice to the staff in there, and make sure to tell the manager when his employees go above and beyond...and give him tips on when we have large groups or events happening on our campus so he can schedule accordingly.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-9147152805504958085?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/9147152805504958085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=9147152805504958085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/9147152805504958085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/9147152805504958085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-loves-me.html' title='God Loves Me'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4478586635778314987</id><published>2008-09-03T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:11:26.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It jumped out at me</title><content type='html'>This morning felt like a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really tired, because I stayed up until 1 am watching the first hour of 90210 (it was delayed due to a Cubs game that went into extra innings.)  My head hurt, and my fall allergies kicked into high gear bc the barometric pressure and humidity are off the charts right now due to going a long time without rain.  We're supposed to get thunderstorms today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with two people at 10 am at a restaurant at Western and Division.  I thought it was at Western and Diversey.  Diversey is one of those spoke/angled streets, and I have yet to accurately read those signs and almost never turn on the correct street at a spoke (where three streets at varying angles intersect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got horribly turned around, and pulled onto a side street to turn back the other direction.  In backing into an alley, I ran into a light pole and dented the back bumper of a work car.  I proceeded to turn the wrong way down to more spoke/angled intersections, and finally called my boss for some directional help as I was so turned around I wasn't sure which way was east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived at the restaurant, my friend called.  I had texted him, asking him to call me because I needed some help with my directions.  He proceeded to tell me that I need to invest in a GPS because 'you get lost too often.'  SO not true!!!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh....geeezzzz....it's one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**P.S.  Thank you, Nichole!  It did get better - see my Starbucks post.  Also, due to getting lost and hitting the pole, I was 45 minutes late to my meeting.  Thankfully it was with people who love me, and they bought my breakfast at this hot little spot called &lt;a href="http://centerstage.net/restaurants/nellies.html"&gt;Nellies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4478586635778314987?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4478586635778314987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4478586635778314987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4478586635778314987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4478586635778314987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-jumped-out-at-me.html' title='It jumped out at me'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2072962559428703467</id><published>2008-09-01T15:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:29:57.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rosie Medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxXZDQEhPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CibpscvhCuI/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241160154233472242 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxXZDQEhPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CibpscvhCuI/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; She's so fun! 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A special prize to anyone who can guess the song she's singing.  =)  I'd never heard her belt this one out before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2072962559428703467?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af8c0da401c1f865&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7dc43a82c6c128a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2072962559428703467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2072962559428703467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2072962559428703467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2072962559428703467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/rosie-medley.html' title='A Rosie Medley'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxXZDQEhPI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CibpscvhCuI/s72-c/IMG_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3445401716778196691</id><published>2008-09-01T15:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:03:42.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Botanical Gardens with The S'Moores</title><content type='html'>I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagobotanic.org/"&gt;Chicago Botanical Gardens &lt;/a&gt;with Amy and Joe today.  Apparently our friend Amber calls them the S'Moores, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxVcBMZUlI/AAAAAAAAAds/vY2EZhK-Wpg/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxVcBMZUlI/AAAAAAAAAds/vY2EZhK-Wpg/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241158006197539410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU0oX74jI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NDCgBJC9BLs/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU0oX74jI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NDCgBJC9BLs/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241157329520157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU1LoVhdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/AqmO5Ui1WQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU1LoVhdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/AqmO5Ui1WQQ/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241157338984187346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU1rHJF7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Bjm-Q_xA0Wg/s1600-h/hallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxU1rHJF7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Bjm-Q_xA0Wg/s320/hallway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241157347434895282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxTguXSQpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lF9xobbHqfI/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxTguXSQpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lF9xobbHqfI/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241155888019030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxThEvNEYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dcZZVbTt2qU/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxThEvNEYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dcZZVbTt2qU/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241155894024933762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3445401716778196691?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3445401716778196691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3445401716778196691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3445401716778196691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3445401716778196691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/botanical-gardens-with-smoores.html' title='The Botanical Gardens with The S&apos;Moores'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxVcBMZUlI/AAAAAAAAAds/vY2EZhK-Wpg/s72-c/IMG_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4812546842898851079</id><published>2008-09-01T15:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:04:09.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend With Bree</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxMzoLL0oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JF1QUk-5Unk/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241148516193784450 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxMzoLL0oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JF1QUk-5Unk/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; My friend Bree moved away in the beginning of the summer, and she came to visit for a long weekend. It has been fun. We've hung out around the fire, eaten pizza, and tonight is dollar burgers! &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxM0OYajnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/9QHL7bdrmV4/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241148526449823346 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxM0OYajnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/9QHL7bdrmV4/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxM0ce_b6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/VJ1G4vXDtbU/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241148530235502498 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxM0ce_b6I/AAAAAAAAAcU/VJ1G4vXDtbU/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Let's just say that giggles have abounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fb27276903a66a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fb27276903a66a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D382F6A6F01C36623FEE82828757B061AF59244B6.7A9FE9266BB613D1E8A9F96B3D5BE4AA6A2070E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fb27276903a66a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7lg97YwTUn9j_9XZ6I1hVh90a90&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1fb27276903a66a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330214574%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D382F6A6F01C36623FEE82828757B061AF59244B6.7A9FE9266BB613D1E8A9F96B3D5BE4AA6A2070E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1fb27276903a66a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7lg97YwTUn9j_9XZ6I1hVh90a90&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  Lol.  We were giggly, and we're referring to the photo above, where Bree said she felt like she was pulling her shirt down.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4812546842898851079?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1fb27276903a66a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4812546842898851079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4812546842898851079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4812546842898851079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4812546842898851079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-with-bree.html' title='Labor Day Weekend With Bree'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SLxMzoLL0oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JF1QUk-5Unk/s72-c/IMG_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2494112057473722209</id><published>2008-08-25T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:40:00.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>This weekend was fun, frustrating, a mix of all things in a woman's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read James Patterson's Lifeguard in about two days.  Loved it.  Robert Ludlum is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a couple of hours at the gym, which was much needed after my Oreo cookie/bahama mama binge from earlier this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had Rosie for a couple of hours.  I was already at her house when her dad and she came home from an outing.  She usually naps in the late afternoon, and was so tired she threw a knock-down dragout over something we never did figure out the moment she and her dad walked in the door.  I successfully distracted her and got her engaged in painting so her dad could get ready to go.  Later on, she was watching a Barney video, so I laid down on their couch with my book.  A few minutes later, Rosie climbs on top of me, lays down with her head on my chest, and fell asleep for about a half hour.  That was such a sweet half hour.  I love that little girl, and enjoyed those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to early service at my church (I never make it to early service) then went to Starbucks for what's becoming my Sunday paper tradition...clipping coupons, reading the paper, then leaving my coupon leftovers and my paper for another person to enjoy in the paper bin by the comfy chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my 'friend's' house and hung out with him outside while his kids played with others in the neighborhood.  It was such a perfect day outside.  Fall is on its way, it was cooler than its been, and the sky was clear.  I had a blast playing with the kids.  I brought bubbles over, gave them a balloon and taught them to blow it up then stretch the lip of it while the air comes out, and coordinated bike races for the kids in the neighborhood.  Our speed designations included: fast, super fast, and super duper fast.  You were deemed super duper fast if you could keep biking over the big crack in the sidewalk without it slowing you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, but I was exhausted when I got home last night.  I found myself falling asleep while watching television.  I turned it off and was asleep by 11 pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....a blissful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2494112057473722209?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2494112057473722209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2494112057473722209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2494112057473722209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2494112057473722209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7455848166838701413</id><published>2008-08-22T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:33:45.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I realized what a blogging slacker I've been of late!  I've been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new students on campus this week, and classes start next week.  I've had a gagillion meetings related to the start of school, as well as for some new departments on campus.  I'm also working my tail off on an event we have scheduled for Sept. 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a new "friend."  He's fun, and we giggle like teenagers and have such a good time.  I'm excited to hang out with him this weekend.  He's h-o-t, and a homeowner.  Those of you who are familiar with the housing market in Chicago understand this is a huge feat in the city.  Owning a condo or a townhouse is going to put you out $300,000 to $600,000 for a one bedroom, but a house is something else altogether.  Most folks rent. (Read: Alison rents.)  =)  He also is renovating/decorating it, himself, and he has great taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished Dan Brown's Deception Point.  Not my favorite Dan Brown book, but it was still good.  I read James Patterson's Honeymoon in one day, and am thinking about reading a Robert Ludlum next (author of Bourne Identity books.)  We shall see.  I'm clearly in the mood for thrillers these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7455848166838701413?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7455848166838701413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7455848166838701413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7455848166838701413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7455848166838701413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4786243304413046293</id><published>2008-08-12T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:01:41.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Planning</title><content type='html'>My only  menu planning for this week was to not order out lunch every day.  I think I need to put a one-day limit.  That way I feel like I can still order out or go out to lunch when I want to, but not excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I went to Trader Joe's and bought some yummy stuff.  I want to recommend the asparagus risotto and the basil pesto chicken and turkey brats.  SOOO yummy!  So inexpensive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a bag of pink lady apples.  They are my FAVORITE and they are in season.  Hooray!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4786243304413046293?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4786243304413046293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4786243304413046293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4786243304413046293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4786243304413046293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/menu-planning.html' title='Menu Planning'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-895521503994044544</id><published>2008-08-08T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:59:01.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJyy_yk2YMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0LjySRCZwkg/s1600-h/rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJyy_yk2YMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0LjySRCZwkg/s320/rosie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253676075507906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Her parents are so resourceful.  =)  Last Sat when I went over to babysit, I saw this in their yard and burst out laughing.  It was a smart idea, though, and R loved it!  Her  mom sent me this picture this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-895521503994044544?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/895521503994044544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=895521503994044544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/895521503994044544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/895521503994044544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/pool-party.html' title='Pool Party'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJyy_yk2YMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0LjySRCZwkg/s72-c/rosie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1053708517626949461</id><published>2008-08-08T15:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:50:55.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>I feel I have gotten too lazy during my time off.  I often have all these big to-do lists for weekends or evenings, and don't do them.  I thought that publicly declaring my list of to-dos might prompt some of you to ask how much I accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish sewing bag. (I designed it and cut out the pattern!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Create pattern for top I sketched, cut out fabric and have it half completed by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;3) Spend a couple hours in office to complete: 2 publicity emails, new job description and my consulting piece.  &lt;strong&gt;Done - one publicity email.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4) Go to first book club meeting!!  (Just finished 'A Brave New World' by Alfred Houxley)&lt;strong&gt; Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Exercise both Saturday and Sunday. &lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Grocery store for the items I need to make recipes for week.&lt;strong&gt; DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Beach time with a book and a dip.  See #5 - perhaps I can combine it all in one.  =) &lt;br /&gt;8) Meet with the youth pastor at my church to see about joining ministry team.&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1053708517626949461?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1053708517626949461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1053708517626949461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1053708517626949461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1053708517626949461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-do-list-for-weekend.html' title='To-Do List for the Weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8928871281407087300</id><published>2008-08-04T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:08:44.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJfEIOP3QJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/sPx7MdKaxM4/s1600-h/melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJfEIOP3QJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/sPx7MdKaxM4/s320/melissa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230865137756749970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I love that Melissa Lawson won &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Nashville_Star/contestants/melissa.shtml"&gt;Nashville Star&lt;/a&gt;!  She was by far the most musically talented, but I thought she would have a hard time, given that she is not 22 and isn't a size 6.  She was in the bottom two the first couple of weeks of competition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gorgeous, she's got a beautiful family, and she's lost over 70lbs in the last five months.  My favorite part was when Jon Rich told her he couldn't take his eyes off her because she's so hot.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8928871281407087300?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8928871281407087300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8928871281407087300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8928871281407087300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8928871281407087300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/nashville-star.html' title='Nashville Star'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJfEIOP3QJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/sPx7MdKaxM4/s72-c/melissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-3838868790279668114</id><published>2008-08-01T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:58:26.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.mcachicago.org/"&gt;Contemporary Art Museum&lt;/a&gt; has free Tuesday admission during the summer, followed by live jazz on their terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went this week with my roommate, Chantel.  It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally felt like I was in that scene of 'Along Came Polly' where Ben Stiller and Phillip Seymour Hoffman go to the art exhibit with the bizarre sculptures.  The layout of the galleries were similar, as were some of the exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were giant balloon art animals, several instances of vaccuums mounted on the wall or inside plexiglass boxes, and an extremely graphic pornographic section of photos that were blown up to huge proportions.  Chantel actually yelled an exclamation when we walked into that exhibit gallery.  There were also several pieces of sculpture that consisted of blown up pool toys (think the baby rings or plastic blowup animals that kids sit on in the pool) stuck in ladders or tied to string and hanging from the ceiling.  My personal favorite was a small, dark room with speakers inside that were shouting voice-altered recordings in such a way that you couldn't understand what they were saying.  I almost burst out laughing when we left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm more of a traditionalist when it comes to art.  There were a couple of exhibits I really liked: Leon Golub and Alexander Calder.  &lt;a href="http://www.mcachicago.org/exhibitions/work_detail.php?id=22&amp;artname=&amp;page="&gt;Calder's &lt;/a&gt;sculptures were colorful and something I would have in my house.  &lt;a href="http://www.mcachicago.org/exhibitions/work_detail.php?id=39&amp;artname=&amp;page="&gt;Golub's art &lt;/a&gt;is a political commentary which I found intriguing and important, and his style is impressionistic (my favorite.)  Most important, Golub's work evoked an emotional resopnse in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-3838868790279668114?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/3838868790279668114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=3838868790279668114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3838868790279668114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/3838868790279668114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/free-tuesdays.html' title='Free Tuesdays'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-8516025907861044809</id><published>2008-08-01T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:46:46.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Charge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95JbelZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rtPChB_TOOU/s1600-h/rosiebig+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95JbelZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rtPChB_TOOU/s320/rosiebig+smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229591644300285330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some new photos that her mom sent.  I LOVE her big, huge smile!  That's my little R...always happy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95Rlka-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/bNnrtQWWch8/s1600-h/rosiecloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95Rlka-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/bNnrtQWWch8/s320/rosiecloseup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229591646490094562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95i8HCpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/07X6fPqPjQo/s1600-h/rosiepjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95i8HCpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/07X6fPqPjQo/s320/rosiepjs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229591651148040850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-8516025907861044809?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/8516025907861044809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=8516025907861044809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8516025907861044809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/8516025907861044809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-charge.html' title='My Little Charge'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SJM95JbelZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/rtPChB_TOOU/s72-c/rosiebig+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4158772927724358240</id><published>2008-07-28T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:12:51.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toast at Amy &amp; Joe's Cyber Reception</title><content type='html'>To make sure credit is given, this cyber-reception is Nichole's doing.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Toast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking on how I would toast &lt;a href="http://amy-girlabouttown.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-wedding-day.html"&gt;Amy and Joe's wedding&lt;/a&gt;.  Every time I've thought about you two, today, I get an emotional smile.  I'm so proud of you both for doing this your way, in your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I go waaaay back.  There have been lots of sleepovers, pool june bug incidents, and phone calls while watching competitive eating contests.  We've seen each other through family illnesses, tragedies, boys, and lots of laughs.  (Ahem-M C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I have watched a lot of our friends get married over the years.  We've remained the 'single girls' who tend to understand or feel things differently than our married friends and have spent many an hour on the phone, lamenting about it.  I remember a time when Amy didn't think she'd ever get married.  I always knew she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored that I get to be a part of such an amazing person's life.  I'm so grateful, Amy, that you turned around in the water fountain line in 3rd grade and asked me to come to your birthday party.  My life's never been the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been happier for someone on their wedding day than I am for you and Joe.  You deserve this man, this love, this life together that you're embarking on.  I feel like the timing was absolutely perfect for you both: God knew what he was doing when he allowed the past 10+ years' history to happen to you both.  He allowed you to meet at the right time to help complete each other and become 'one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, princess!  You'll always be another sister to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glasses and join me in a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Joe M!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4158772927724358240?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4158772927724358240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4158772927724358240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4158772927724358240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4158772927724358240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/toast-at-amy-joes-cyber-reception.html' title='A Toast at Amy &amp; Joe&apos;s Cyber Reception'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-5274691425908265383</id><published>2008-07-28T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:45:16.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dance in Amy and Joe's Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sTqJE4sdb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0sTqJE4sdb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-5274691425908265383?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/5274691425908265383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=5274691425908265383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5274691425908265383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/5274691425908265383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance-in-amy-and-joes-honor.html' title='A Dance in Amy and Joe&apos;s Honor'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-7608745418061942701</id><published>2008-07-27T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:24:21.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>I forgot that the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagoforcefootball.com/"&gt;Chicago Force &lt;/a&gt;(women's professional football) play on the campus where I work.  I also forgot that they play in the summer time.  For three years, I've tried to make it to some games, and always forget until it's the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Maegen, Chantel and I went out to dinner, and on the way home we saw a packed out stadium, with a couple dozen folks standing on the sidewalk outside the packed out stadium.  We were able to walk in, because the game had just started in overtime.  It was the championship match between Chicago Force and Dallas Diamonds.  We only got to watch about ten minutes before the Diamonds scored and won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO fun!!!  Next season I want to buy season tickets!  Chantel thinks she wants to try out.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-7608745418061942701?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/7608745418061942701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=7608745418061942701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7608745418061942701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/7608745418061942701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/female-super-bowl.html' title='Female Super Bowl'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6929390485183756654</id><published>2008-07-24T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:48:34.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Chicago in the Summer</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things about living in the city is the lake.  I'm almost exactly three miles from the lake, although it takes about 15-30 minutes to get there, depending on traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going, and swimming, in the lake.  (I know, I know...this flies in the face of 'the flying fish story' but I've come to love swimming in the lake and ocean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Chantel and I went, and it was so peaceful.  My intention was to actually swim for exercise, but couldn't because the water was too choppy.  There were huge, crashing waves, the water was warm, and the sunset on the skyline was gorgeous.  It made me think about &lt;a href="http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/search?q=seal+beach"&gt;Seal Beach&lt;/a&gt;, although the current wasn't nearly as strong.  I spent some good reflective time, riding the waves and praying about some stuff.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have a work meeting tonight on the south side, I'd go tonight as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6929390485183756654?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6929390485183756654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6929390485183756654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6929390485183756654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6929390485183756654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-chicago-in-summer.html' title='I Heart Chicago in the Summer'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6061865943787108971</id><published>2008-07-23T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:42:38.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock n Roll Stepper</title><content type='html'>I like it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a step machine, elliptical and lunges all wrapped in one.  The fact that I despise all three of those things with a passion makes it ironic that I like this machine.  I could only do 12 minutes before my legs became jelly, however.  I felt like I had just done a gagillion lunged with a trainer.  This morning I had trouble coming up the stairs at my office.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work it up to 45 to an hour!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6061865943787108971?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6061865943787108971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6061865943787108971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6061865943787108971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6061865943787108971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-n-roll-stepper.html' title='Rock n Roll Stepper'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1069683715211290050</id><published>2008-07-22T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:39:43.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SIXwrpi1QgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rion4QgYa90/s1600-h/tony+little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SIXwrpi1QgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rion4QgYa90/s320/tony+little.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225847575310320130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I purchased the &lt;a href="http://health-fitness.hsn.com/tony-little-rock-n-roll-stepper-with-2-workout-dvds_p-4191323_xp.aspx?webm_id=0&amp;web_id=4191323&amp;sf=hf&amp;attr=123&amp;ocm=hf|123&amp;prev=hp!123&amp;ccm=hf|123"&gt;Tony Little Rock n Roll Stepper &lt;/a&gt;last week.  I'm a sucker for a couple things:  &lt;br /&gt;1) Impulse buys at HSN or the checkout counter&lt;br /&gt;2) Workout equipment I can use in my home when I don't feel like going to the gym (which is the rut I am currently in)&lt;br /&gt;3) Workout equipment I can use in my room, in my limited, almost non-existent space.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1069683715211290050?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1069683715211290050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1069683715211290050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1069683715211290050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1069683715211290050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/impulse-buy.html' title='Impulse Buy'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SIXwrpi1QgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rion4QgYa90/s72-c/tony+little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4789636794379111294</id><published>2008-07-21T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:39:17.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Reads</title><content type='html'>If you haven't checked out &lt;a href="http://www.cathykelly.com/index.html"&gt;Cathy Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, I highly recommend you do so.  I picked up her book "Always and Forever," thinking it would be a good beach read.  I have since realized that it is listed as a #1 International Bestseller.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to read it to believe the hype.  My two cents is that I can't put this book down.  Think writing somewhat on par with "Sex and the City."  LOVE IT!  It's a good book to take your mind off things.  I fully intend to read her other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I picked this up at the second hand store &lt;a href="http://www.howardbrown.org/hb_brownelephant.asp?id=58"&gt;The Brown Elephant&lt;/a&gt;, which is one of my favorite places to shop for books.  The books are $.50 for paperbacks, $1 for hardbacks.  Every once in awhile they get overstocked with books and will have a sale.  I recently bought ten books for a grand total of $3.82.  There are great finds in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4789636794379111294?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4789636794379111294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4789636794379111294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4789636794379111294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4789636794379111294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-reads.html' title='Beach Reads'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-2489629983242324686</id><published>2008-07-18T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:09:07.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a busy, but fun, weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to lake with Chantel.  It's so hot and humid right now - I'm totally looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have a wedding of &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/get_involved.nsf/child/metro_chicago_about_staff_pzulu"&gt;a young lady &lt;/a&gt;that I'm SO excited is moving back to Chicago!  Read her story - she's an absolutely incredible human being who has lived more in her 31 short years than most of us live in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the wedding with my friend Jennifer, whom I adore.  We don't get to hang out too often due to our crazy schedules.  Tomorrow night I'm picking up a good friend from the airport and having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is &lt;a href="http://amy-girlabouttown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl About Town &lt;/a&gt;day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-2489629983242324686?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/2489629983242324686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=2489629983242324686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2489629983242324686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/2489629983242324686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4165331898984622618</id><published>2008-07-18T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:03:00.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money, Part Deux</title><content type='html'>So excited after a coupons shopping spree at Costco last night.  While I dropped $150, I have enough supplies to last me at least six weeks to two months, minus a couple of fresh things.  I did some super-planning, and bought some fresh veggies in bulk that I used a lot in cooking and am preparing them for my freezer.  (E.g. peppers - cutting them up and putting them in freezer bags to remove the amount I need for cooking.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ended up with about seventeen thousand bottles of Starbucks Frappucinno and Diet Coke.  Costco + coupons + freezer space = lots of savings!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm that geek who is going to calculate how much I saved at the end of my first two months.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4165331898984622618?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4165331898984622618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4165331898984622618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4165331898984622618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4165331898984622618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/saving-money-part-deux.html' title='Saving Money, Part Deux'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-208211975516072055</id><published>2008-07-15T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:25:55.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SHzc9i2vPQI/AAAAAAAAAao/DgjgjLr1L7U/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SHzc9i2vPQI/AAAAAAAAAao/DgjgjLr1L7U/s320/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223292617729457410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I've had to do some hard 'restructuring' of my lifestyle in order to pay off debt and make do with these higher grocery and gas prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the hardcore 'only one Starbucks iced coffee and eat out once this week' and then I've found myself completely blowing it because I'm annoyed/deprived.  Here's what I've decided: I have to find a nice middle ground.  My latest middle ground? Buying a small freezer so that I can buy good stuff I want to eat from Costco for much cheaper.  In addition,  I've discovered that I love the bottled frappuccinos and double shots from Starbucks.  You can buy them in bulk for around $1 a bottle/can at Costco.  That's still an expensive beverage, but it's a lot cheaper than the $3-5 I'll spend at the actual coffee shop.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just have a 'Works for Me' Tuesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-208211975516072055?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/208211975516072055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=208211975516072055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/208211975516072055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/208211975516072055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/saving-money.html' title='Saving Money'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1yPO-_cVRc/SHzc9i2vPQI/AAAAAAAAAao/DgjgjLr1L7U/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-6916381894625277255</id><published>2008-07-14T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:52:05.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Chicago, Amy!</title><content type='html'>One of my oldest and dearest friends from Missouri, &lt;a href="http://amy-girlabouttown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, is moving to Chicago this weekend.  I can't wait for move-in day!  I will be giddily jumping around, thinking 'this isn't a visit!  She's here ALL THE TIME!'  This is my first friend from back home who has moved to Chicago.  The timing is perfect, too.  Two of my closest friends in Chicago moved or are moving away this summer.  =(  (I miss you Bree-Bree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and her fiance, Joe, will soon be leaving for Jamaica, to GET MARRIED!  Congrats, Amy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-6916381894625277255?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/6916381894625277255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=6916381894625277255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6916381894625277255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/6916381894625277255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-chicago-amy.html' title='Welcome to Chicago, Amy!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-4408117684947973726</id><published>2008-07-14T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:46:15.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of the Game</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;a href="http://www.heartofthegame.org/web/home.htm"&gt;this documentary &lt;/a&gt;tonight.  It was so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious at the WIAA for trying to deny Darniella the right to play her fourth year after she had her baby.  FURIOUS!  I was especially upset at the sound bite from a radio talk show with all those people saying how she deserved consequences for becoming pregnant in high school, and how she's such a bad role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to get on my soap box for a minute.  My opinion is that no child of God's is a mistake.  Perhaps she made a mistake in getting pregnant so young, but both she and her child were lovingly created in the image of God.  Getting pregnant as a teenager out of wedlock does not a bad or unworthy person make.  She deserved the same rights as all the other students.  (The movie makes the point that boys don't have to suffer these consequences because they don't carry the baby, and this is what ultimately wins their case in court.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her being a bad role model, all signs pointed to what a great role model she is to other young mothers.  After she gave birth, her grades increased.  She ended up graduating with honors.  She finished school, played incredible basketball, fought an unjust system, was a part of a very supportive and loving family system (including the baby's father's family) and a good mother.  I say that's an incredible role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Stepping off the soap box.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great documentary.  NEtflix it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-4408117684947973726?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/4408117684947973726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=4408117684947973726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4408117684947973726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/4408117684947973726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-of-game.html' title='Heart of the Game'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237231259069595718.post-1794590829796775282</id><published>2008-07-14T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:38:08.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great BBQ</title><content type='html'>I love food from the grill.  My problem is that I hate feeling like I 'wasted' charcoal by only grilling one or two pieces of meat.  I've learned by trial and error that only burning 'enough' charcoal for one or two pieces of meat results in meat that doesn't cook...and then I end up having to light more charcoal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that results in my 'turbo cooking' when I have the grill fired up.  Tonight I made two buffalo rib steaks (I was expecting small rib sections, but it's actual steak on a rib bone - yum!) two pork chops and some shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of my grilled shrimp.  I put three tabs of butter in an aluminum foil 'bowl' that i make by folding up the sides of hefty aluminum foil, chop some green pepper and onion, throw in chopped garlic, the shrimp, some lemon juice, and put it on the grill.  I wait until the butter is bubbling and the shrimp are nice and hot.  YUM!  Then I throw some shredded asiago or parmesan cheese on it.  MMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to cook anything except veggies for the rest of the week!  I ate my shrimp and part of a pork chop for dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8237231259069595718-1794590829796775282?l=alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/feeds/1794590829796775282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8237231259069595718&amp;postID=1794590829796775282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1794590829796775282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8237231259069595718/posts/default/1794590829796775282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisonsblog-alison.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-bbq.html' title='The Great BBQ'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18437792667344179137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
