<?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-7630983290029261885</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:16:02.272-05:00</updated><category term='best mom in the world'/><category term='rick springfield'/><category term='VodkaMom'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='computer use'/><category term='Memorex sux'/><category term='boyd'/><category term='fitness tip'/><category term='yeah...still not feeling the tagging thing.'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='why do I irritate so easily'/><category term='I&apos;m a pushover'/><category term='exclamation points'/><category term='sensual'/><category term='prizes'/><category term='yearbook'/><category 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that shit&apos;s too exhausting.'/><category term='workout'/><category term='I can&apos;t lie'/><category term='fellow bloggers'/><category term='environment'/><category term='I&apos;m an American idiot'/><category term='horoscopes'/><category term='SchoolHouse Rocks'/><category term='C25K'/><category term='memories'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='internet'/><category term='co-workers'/><category term='new bike'/><category term='bike ride'/><category term='squirrels'/><category term='HonestScrap'/><category term='friends'/><category term='100 post'/><category term='meme'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='records'/><category term='Leelanau'/><category term='random'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='goals'/><category term='laundry soap'/><category term='happy'/><category term='theater'/><category term='dog'/><category term='award'/><category term='elliptical'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='sometimes I feel dumb'/><category term='parents'/><category term='P365'/><category term='McD'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='running'/><category term='Reverb'/><category term='winning'/><category term='home ownership woes'/><category term='thousand word Thursday'/><category term='food'/><category term='dates'/><category term='rabbits'/><category term='little luxuries'/><category term='joke'/><category term='not my skin my attitude'/><category term='public relations'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='mozilla'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Cleveland'/><category term='pickups'/><title type='text'>I've been set free</title><subtitle type='html'>From fat to fit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8918648735747986312</id><published>2012-01-17T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:55:54.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeah...still not feeling the tagging thing.'/><title type='text'>It's just not that important in the long run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I figured I should probably post today, as much of the interwebs will be black tomorrow. At least the sites I care about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son &amp;amp; I have been doing the Jillian Michaels Shred. It kicks my ass. Seriously. The first week in December I had my varicose vein surgery - ablation &amp;amp; stripping. Hurt like a bitch. My point to telling you that is I got two weeks off work (just before the break...how was &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; for planning?!) &amp;amp; haven't been able to run. So...pretty out of shape. What bit of fitness I had. But that's OK - it makes me enjoy feeling the burn all that much more. Honestly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of students that don't give a shit. I give them time in class, extended time, take late assignments, make extra work for myself &amp;amp; they still just don't care &amp;amp; don't complete their crap. Add that to the parents that contact me asking what their child can do to make up a failing grade...um...they can DO THEIR FREAKING WORK &amp;amp; STUDY!! Sorry to yell at you. But what happened to the respect &amp;amp; high expectations? I know I expect both from my son. And he's doing quite well, thankyouverymuch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in DIRE NEED of some live music. A concert. I love summertime and going to concerts, and am missing that. Quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for a snow day tomorrow. Well...an ice day, really. Haven't really had snow here yet. And I LOVE that! But it is kinda dicey out there right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://shineovershadow.blogspot.com/"&gt;CarrieAnn&lt;/a&gt; for the kind comment...I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one feeling this way about blogging!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8918648735747986312?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8918648735747986312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8918648735747986312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8918648735747986312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8918648735747986312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-just-not-that-important-in-long-run.html' title='It&apos;s just not that important in the long run.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7421677339454697789</id><published>2012-01-15T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:16:18.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t know if i&apos;ll be tagging my posts. sometimes that shit&apos;s too exhausting.'/><title type='text'>I think I'm just going to quit caring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I liked blogging. I liked having a place to put my thoughts into words, have a place to document what is going well &amp;amp; not so well. What I didn't like was feeling like I had an obligation to blog. Not that anybody MADE me blog or made me feel bad if I didn't. This feeling was totally self-inflicted. But. Anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also didn't like the fact I shared my blog with IRL people. Then I felt like I had a filter. Filters aren't always honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also didn't like the fact that sometimes stories aren't mine to share. But sometimes I couldn't write what was on my mind because THAT STORY THAT WASN'T MINE WAS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like blogging. So I shall start again. If I want to say something and it pisses somebody off, so be it. On some of the other blogs I read, those are my favorite posts. The pissing me off kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as far as IRL people go, I guess if they are offended too fucking bad. It is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still won't tell other people's stories. But I will be honest and let you know if there is something on my mind I can't share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this isn't a niche blog. It's about me. And I am all over the place - this blog is my place to document that. It's not a fitness blog, nor a nutrition blog, nor a mommy blog, it's just my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I know how it's been for many of you - I've still been reading. Now to get back to talking about me. As it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...and I just might quit re-reading and editing &amp;amp; redoing &amp;amp; all that shit I always did before I hit the publish button. Sometimes you just have to take what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7421677339454697789?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7421677339454697789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7421677339454697789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7421677339454697789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7421677339454697789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-im-just-going-to-quit-caring.html' title='I think I&apos;m just going to quit caring.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-9087267125753157092</id><published>2011-07-20T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:52:16.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Heat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a quick post to let you know what kind of loser I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't run in a week. Before that, it was another week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on vacation 2 weeks ago, and it's been upper 80s &amp;amp; 90s this week &amp;amp; I just don't want to run with either of those situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...for those of you keeping track...yes, the HM is three weeks away. No, I'm not properly prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I want to train for a fucking SUMMER HM (or full, for that matter!), remind me how much it sucks. Just send me back to this post as a reminder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-9087267125753157092?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/9087267125753157092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=9087267125753157092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9087267125753157092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9087267125753157092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/07/damn-heat.html' title='Damn Heat.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5691901651257675188</id><published>2011-07-12T18:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:28:44.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Update #1 - Rick Springfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the weekend of July 4th a town near me has an annual festival called the "Stars and Stripes Fest" (at least that's what my son told me it was named). I went last year and had a great time, so kind of planned on going again this year. Kind of. Then - I heard my ALL TIME favorite artist would be performing - Rick Springfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QSiA0LdVec/ThzWcqPE04I/AAAAAAAAAhE/wt4P26ohlNU/s320/100_4205.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628609422168478594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was pretty pumped - but then I discovered it wasn't a free concert as I had originally thought. I gave up the idea of seeing him, but still wanted to go to see the other bands (there are 3 stages with bands playing all day). As an added bonus - a high school friend recently opened a used book store &amp;amp; I wanted to check it out and see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However. Before we went I decided to go to Detroit and do a 5K with Ben of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SbXgQqbOoU"&gt;bendoeslife.tumbler.com&lt;/a&gt; fame (click the link for video). I met my friend Rachel (the one that lives in Chicago and is gracious enough to open her home to my son and I when we visit the Windy City) at the event, as she was in town for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to walk the 5k as it was HOT out &amp;amp; I just wasn't feeling a run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 5K we went to the festival. Upon arriving, we went to my friends bookstore (Used on New in Mt. Clemens if you're interested - GREAT prices!). And...are you ready for this...SHE HAD FREE VIP TICKETS FOR ME!! Awww yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to go to the concert after all. We were 5 rows from the stage. Following I shall share some pics of how freaking good Rick looks at 61. He is still hot &amp;amp; still puts on an amazing show. If you ever get a chance to see him, I HIGHLY recommend it. My friend's husband (who was NOT a R.S. fan) even enjoyed himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MISnk3nuzgQ/ThzV0oHDRSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/h5VKFkARQs0/s320/100_4227.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628608734403183906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah...That would be Rick without his shirt on. Did I mention he's 61?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCgVVtspl1k/ThzUiaZ_3PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/FZhWCsfOrWY/s320/100_4221.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628607321975282930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rick came out into the audience - I was shaking so bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to give my son my camera to take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've touched him, but that just seemed weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, I just stood and smiled from ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XfaXxmgc2A/ThzUhM__D6I/AAAAAAAAAgs/N90Fr7stbiw/s320/100_4214.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628607301196648354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...the title says "Concert Update #1." I'm assuming you're all smart enough to figure out there will be another concert update. The next one is for a festival I went to this last weekend - the DMB Caravan. It really requires it's own post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In exercise news...I'm a total slacker. I've taken 9 days off. I'm worried about the half. I sucked before - after 9 days how much will I suck now? Ah, well - it's not as if I'm in contention to win or anything! As long as I meet all the time cut-offs I'll be OK. Might as well get the most for my entry fee, right? I'll be on the course as LONG AS IT TAKES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5691901651257675188?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5691901651257675188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5691901651257675188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5691901651257675188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5691901651257675188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/07/concert-update-1-rick-springfield.html' title='Concert Update #1 - Rick Springfield'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QSiA0LdVec/ThzWcqPE04I/AAAAAAAAAhE/wt4P26ohlNU/s72-c/100_4205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1584454781541902329</id><published>2011-06-25T15:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:40:10.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual 5K - "Sweat Your Thorns Off"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I participated in my first virtual 5K, hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/"&gt;The Boring Runner&lt;/a&gt;. I'm kind of bummed - I had already printed my bib before the "official" bib was posted. Seeing as I don't have a printer, I did it at work. A couple of days ago. So...first off, here are the obligatory photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pavg5ZX9Vi0/TgY_uqHIBTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ksN4mPD5Rmg/s320/100_4183.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622251255629350194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a picture of my son Drew. He "ran" it with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; me. I say "ran" because we get out of the car at the same time, we get back in the car at the same time. He leaves me in his dust. Gives me lots of time to think...poor kid has to double back to find me after he's put in his miles. Eh...he'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6p4HZEVYTDk/TgZCTl6lIfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Dw-FvJlKT9g/s320/100_4190.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622254089181405682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...here I am. Yeah. I think we tried to take about 20 photos and still couldn't get a good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; photo of me. So...I decided to just hide behind my bib. I'm actually quite cute (at least I think so), but I take really sucky photos. Except my school id photo - it's usually great. So at least there's that. Hey - like my hat? I won it on a blog - my first "real" running hat. It is awesome. I recently got my hair cut (which I think I hate) and can't wear it back in a ponytail anymore. So it's all headbands and hats. The problem with headbands is the front of my hair is longer than the back - so it's kinda funky looking. The curls - they EXPLODE out of the headband. I need to get a &lt;a href="http://www.buffwear.com/"&gt;Buff&lt;/a&gt;. Drew wears one &amp;amp; it seems to work really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-To4XPdxTOi0/TgZD2bJqmbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Vwv15bYruOs/s320/garmin.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622255787098937778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the run. As you can see, there is my data ^^^. I had a goal to beat 45 minutes. I've had that same freaking goal for a year now. Lest you get worried I never meet my goals, rest assured - I also had the goal to RUN the whole way &amp;amp; I accomplished that.  But look at my first mile - 13:01!!! Fastest (for me) EVER!! I think it ruined me for the rest of the run, quite honestly. So I call the whole thing a win in my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have a long run scheduled (6 miles), so I'm going to pace myself much better. The only goal tomorrow is to run the whole way. Which I'm getting much better at. It truly is all mental at some point - and I'm really working on beating the mental game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Drew, he finished with an estimated 33 minutes. A time he's beat many times before, but it was getting hot. I TOLD him the name of the race was SWEAT YOUR THORNS OFF, but I guess he forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was my first virtual race. I guess you could say I was a virtual virgin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the whole thing - I'd been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks, so it was nice to run it. My next "scheduled" race is a 10K in Frankenmuth, MI - the best part of that race is location. If you've never been to Frankenmuth, it is a tourist town that has a HUGE Christmas store (open 361 days a year!) called &lt;a href="http://www.bronners.com/"&gt;Bronners&lt;/a&gt;. But that's not all - there is more awesomeness. They also have competing restaurants that serve family style chicken dinners. My favorite is &lt;a href="http://www.zehnders.com/dining/zehndersrestaurant.htm"&gt;Zehnders&lt;/a&gt;. They have chicken pate that is DELICIOUS. As an added bonus - it looks as though my parents will be coming to watch us race. I'm not really sure why, but that's been kind of a big deal to me. I suck at running, but I work hard at it. I'd like them to come see a race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again to &lt;a href="http://www.theboringrunner.com/"&gt;The Boring Runner&lt;/a&gt; for sponsoring the virtual race - I hope to join you again this winter to Freeze my Thorns Off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1584454781541902329?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1584454781541902329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1584454781541902329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1584454781541902329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1584454781541902329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/06/virtual-5k-sweat-your-thorns-off.html' title='Virtual 5K - &quot;Sweat Your Thorns Off&quot;'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pavg5ZX9Vi0/TgY_uqHIBTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ksN4mPD5Rmg/s72-c/100_4183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5727430708442950519</id><published>2011-06-08T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:59:42.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! What's UP????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OK...so it's been awhile. And you know what? I'm not apologizing. Well...maybe I will apologize for that snarky remark. But I'm not apologizing for being gone for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was/is kind of crazy, yet boring to blog...so I took a break. I'm thinking that break is going to bring me back to brilliance. Be ready to be dazzled!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to have laser on my legs for the varicose veins. They hurt. I went in to have them done, and the vein was too small for the vein. So they need to be removed surgically. They forgot to mention that instead of a 2 week recovery (which I could've still kind of made it up in my training) it's a 4-6 week recovery. And I'd have to miss the last week of school. Um. No. I made the decision to wait until after my half in August and then get the surgery. And...I'm kind of scared. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned the last week of school? Bet you're thinking it's this week, right? Nope - next week is a full week. Damn. And it's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something cool I did at school - I teach the video production class this year and we did a lip dub. Perhaps I'll post a link to it. It was an all school event and it was f.a.b.u.l.o.u.s. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Co-workers aren't pissing me off as much as they have in the years past. There are still some that piss me off, but I'm handling it much better than I ever have before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tweeting. It's a professional account, but I find I really like my own life type of stuff to tweet out and professional development and running encouragement for my follows. No big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son got his independent drivers license today. He can go out on his own and drive. A car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go - short &amp;amp; sweet, but I am back. No promised when I'll be back again, but I missed all of you &amp;amp; sharing what is going on in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5727430708442950519?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5727430708442950519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5727430708442950519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5727430708442950519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5727430708442950519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-whats-up.html' title='Hey! What&apos;s UP????'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1234398356879033626</id><published>2011-03-12T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:41:59.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;idle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;concentrically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...another NaBloPoMo fail. Eh...that's OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what was going on: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 10th we had our tournament for Quiz Bowl. My team came in 3rd overall, which is pretty awesome. We are a class B school competing against class A schools. I'm very proud of the kids (my son included, he's the captain). We didn't get home late from there, which would explain the lack of posting on that date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 11th we had a snow day and I was a lazy bum. Yep. That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was more productive - I made an awesome beef stew, took down some snowman lawn decorations (I'm OVER the snow), and just did odds and ends around the house. Oh...and they had a free electronics recycling thing at my local county park, so I took some old non-working stuff there. If I had taken it to the landfill, it would have cost me $25. I've been holding on to the stuff for quite awhile, so I'm pretty glad to have it gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news - I am really getting worked up with what's happening in my state government and governments around the country. I will not turn this into a political blog/rant, but geez. Sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading - I will be back tomorrow. Hopefully. If all goes according to plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1234398356879033626?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1234398356879033626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1234398356879033626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1234398356879033626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1234398356879033626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-12.html' title='March 12'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3129631987453353809</id><published>2011-03-09T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:31:30.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9 - MY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shaft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...yeah...today is my birthday!! I have had the best day - in the past I don't tell students when my birthday is, but his year I totally did. I've been looking forward to this birthday for awhile now, so I didn't mind them knowing. And...to be kind of conceited...I like it when the students say they can't believe I'm as old as I am - they &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; I look younger. And...quite honestly...I agree with them. There. I said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I've had a great day, the BEST part of the day happened when I got home after my son's play practice, guitar practice, and going to the gym for a run. I went to the mailbox, and lo and behold - there was something I had ordered last Friday and didn't expect until next Monday. But before I tell you what it was, I have to tell you the whole story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEIrOD6kJd4/TXgpzASMo-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UGXtMqh8Jcs/s320/coffee%2Bmug.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582257694352122850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started two years ago around the holidays. Kohls had just opened in my nearby town, and the boy and I w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ere shopping. While waiting in line, I spotted a coffee mug. It was silver - and dare I say it? It was sexy. Smooth, curvy, sleek - all you could want in a mug. And like many tempting delights, it was pricey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was at Kohls. The store with never-ending sales! Yes - the mug was on sale. Half price. Have I mentioned my mug/water bottle addiction? Well...I have one. It's kind of a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow - I bought the mug. And I immediately fell in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with the mug. First of all, it felt great in my hands. The curve fit my hand perfectly, the metal was smooth to the touch. And the lid - the lid...it was...are you ready for this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;SPILLPROOF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally spillproof. I could tip it upside down - and it wouldn't spill. I could toss it in my bag (even next to student papers) and it wouldn't spill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait - it gets better. The mug would also keep my coffee hot for &lt;i&gt;4 hours&lt;/i&gt;. FOUR FREAKING HOURS!! Yeah. It just doesn't get any better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to Valentines Day, 2011. All other mugs have been relegated to the back of the cupboard - no need to use them when there is such perfection. But on Valentines Day, fate reared it's ugly head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to take a drink from my mug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it leaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought perhaps I screwed the top on wrong. Nope. I though perhaps there was some sort of buildup around the rim. Nope. It was just plain worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled the other mugs out from the back of the cupboard. They all failed miserably when compared to such perfection. I didn't want to throw it away - we had spent more than two years together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I did what any 21st Century shopper would do. I went to the Internet. I googled (NOT BINGED...I DON'T BING!) Contigo. Once I got to the manufacturers website, I scrolled down to the FAQs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was the solution to my problem. They sold replacement lids. Let me restate that in case you missed it. &lt;b&gt;They sell replacement lids!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Friday I ordered one. The website said 7-10 business days. And yet - when I got home tonight...a mere 3 days (if you count Saturday as a business day) after I ordered it...I GOT MY LID!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could there be a better gift? Probably. But today that is one of the best gifts I could've gotten. Tomorrow I get to take my mug in to work, and&lt;b&gt; that&lt;/b&gt; makes me very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3129631987453353809?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3129631987453353809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3129631987453353809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3129631987453353809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3129631987453353809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-9-my-birthday.html' title='March 9 - MY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nEIrOD6kJd4/TXgpzASMo-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/UGXtMqh8Jcs/s72-c/coffee%2Bmug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8756099811640878425</id><published>2011-03-08T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:06:15.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corpusculent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;torpedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry - I don't have time for a "real" post today. I'll make it up to you later - promise. Perhaps I'll write a CD review (we've gotten some good ones lately: Tron soundtrack, the new REM, G. Love). Perhaps I'll write about work. Perhaps I'll write about something totally different - who knows? Point is - I will write more later. Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8756099811640878425?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8756099811640878425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8756099811640878425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8756099811640878425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8756099811640878425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-8.html' title='March 8'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-9126464123519976646</id><published>2011-03-07T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:24:55.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adjunct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contemplate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dentist appointment today - to get a crown. I've had the temporary in for about a month and a half now; I was just getting used to it. So I got the crown and now it feels all weird again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always ask them to numb my mouth so I can't feel anything. And they do a great job. We went running at the gym after the appointment, and they did such a good job that I was drooling without realizing it. Yeah. I'm a picture of class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the yearbook advisor for the JH yearbook. It's getting kind of exciting - this Friday is our deadline!! Of course, we still have the rest of the year to go....with nothing to do....but it's a great group of students - it could be worse! We do some other stuff traditionally through the rest of the year - it's just kind of boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...gotta go. The boy wants the computer &amp;amp; I want to go to bed earlyish. Take care, and I will be back tomorrow with more words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-9126464123519976646?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/9126464123519976646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=9126464123519976646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9126464123519976646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9126464123519976646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-7.html' title='March 7'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7256877930050673009</id><published>2011-03-06T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:32:12.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;redundant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coxswain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and helped my parents out at a "Living History" show, aka gun show. A gun show with only 18th century stuff. Afterwards, we went out to dinner to begin my birthday week (yes...I take a whole week to be awesome).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucked. The service was horrible - our waitress was an oomopa loompa (that spray tan orange) that had a bump-it in her hair with light pink lips. The place was empty at 5:00 - never a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water glasses were soapy plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The saganaki did not light when she yelled, "opa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My salad was given to the ONE other table in the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the food came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered the patty melt. When I took a bit of it I felt something odd. It was the wrapper the patty came in. It had not been unwrapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffice it to say our meal was free - my dad enjoyed his meal, my son really tried (it had been tasty prior to the discovery of the wrapper and subsequent meltdown of my mother storming into the kitchen), and my mom was too worked up to eat her burnt shish kabob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the whole week doesn't go this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7256877930050673009?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7256877930050673009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7256877930050673009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7256877930050673009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7256877930050673009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-of-day-redundant-or-coxswain-i.html' title='March 6'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5472344989664341707</id><published>2011-03-05T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:07:40.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speculate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contemplate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had totally planned on going running outside this morning. Choose the trail, dressed warmly, strapped on the 'ole Garmin. Once we got to the trail, we decided the snow was hazardous, the rain was bothersome, and it was just too freaking cold. So off to the gym we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 4 other runners there - one an old guy that I've seen several times before. He had kinesio tape on his knees, but other than his gait being a bit heavy he seemed fine. Another guy that had a military style haircut that for the first few laps (1/12 of a mile laps...just keep turning and turning) I thought he was sprinting he had such a long stride and was going so fast. Perhaps he was doing a pace run, not sure - but he lasted for half an hour. The last runner was a young girl that was wearing HUGE headphones. I hope they sounded good, they sure were big! Oh...and number 4 - my son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them passed me several times, which totally didn't bother me. The point at which I quit running was when a walker passed me after 40 minutes. She WAS speed walking, but it was a bit demoralizing. I felt better after she ran for one lap and had to quit. All in all, it was a great workout quite honestly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5472344989664341707?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5472344989664341707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5472344989664341707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5472344989664341707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5472344989664341707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-5.html' title='March 5'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-797621873741701021</id><published>2011-03-04T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:29:29.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;subliminal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;equate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's up to you - leave a comment letting me know which one is fun to say and hear, which one isn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say about today is I am so glad it's Friday. I've just felt beat this week. Not only was it Friday, it was tax-return Friday!! Not that I had any extra to spend of fun stuff. I have enough to pay off a couple of places that have been calling to remind me I owe them money. Not the most annoying caller, but all the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...get my license plates. What a crappy birthday present every year, right? I paid the extra this year and got a pass for the state parks. Yay me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my favorite date of the year - it's the only date that is also a command. Say it - see what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tweeted G. Love today and he tweeted back. Awww yeah. Have I mentioned my fascination with him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 6th hour class really made me feel good today. I asked all my classes if they wanted me to just give them a note outline and they could write it in their notebook, or I would lecture. All of my other classes choose to take the outline. 6th hour wanted a lecture. Gotta be honest - they totally called my bluff. I hadn't planned on lecturing. They said that when I explain the material they understand it better than if they just take notes on their own. Yes! *fist pump* I did not let them down - I lectured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-797621873741701021?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/797621873741701021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=797621873741701021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/797621873741701021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/797621873741701021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-4.html' title='March 4'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7490374896859383003</id><published>2011-03-03T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:12:33.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Words of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cackle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;redundant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning with a migraine. Last night I dreamt of a friend I miss. While I would love to see this friend again, I know that the next time I see her it will not be the same. It will never be the same. That sucks. Especially for her - my life hasn't changed that much, but hers will never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The headache is still here, along with all the other crap that goes along with a migraine. Fuzzy arms, floaty feeling, tired eyes. No flashes, don't feel nauseous, light isn't driving nails through my eye sockets - not bad as far as it goes, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7490374896859383003?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7490374896859383003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7490374896859383003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7490374896859383003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7490374896859383003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-3.html' title='March 3'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1256854189593362899</id><published>2011-03-02T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:57:40.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First up - my words for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isosceles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~or~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;congruent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...which one do you think is fun to say or hear? which is is NOT fun to say OR hear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to other news. Today I did Billy Blanks Boot Camp. It kicked my ass. Quite honestly, it's not so much that I can't do the exercises (which I can't), but some of them are just physically impossible to do in the shape I am in. Meaning - my &lt;s&gt;gut&lt;/s&gt; belly gets in the way of some of the ab exercises. My goal is to just be able to 1) DO the whole thing - at one time (without breaks), and 2) do the exercises without my fat getting in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned Operation HotBody began a couple of days ago? Yeah...I really don't feel like carting my extra 50ish pounds 13.1 miles in August. Therefore - I must eliminate the weight. I know - I've mentioned weight loss before. But this time it's (drumroll, please) ELIMINATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...Charlie Sheen...yeah. My son had a couple of good ideas. First of all - in the face of his publicist quitting (or fired, as C.S. says), Boyd thinks that C.S. should hire Mel Gibson's publicist. Secondly - y'know how people refer to Chuck Norris in jokes like "Chuck Norris can fold back a road map the first time"? There is a market there for Charlie Sheen jokes. A HUGE market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1256854189593362899?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1256854189593362899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1256854189593362899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1256854189593362899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1256854189593362899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-2nd.html' title='March 2nd'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3261420581249609705</id><published>2011-03-01T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:32:01.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...now I've done it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I registered Boyd and I for the Chicago Rock &amp;amp; Roll Half Marathon in August. I don't remember freaking out as much before I registered for Cleveland last year, but Boyd said I did. All I know is it's quite a bit of money and I freak out about the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that without a race to train for I get lazy. Very very lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The R&amp;amp;R races are pricey, but seeing as I only do one race a year I don't really care. Nice swag, great organization, bands on the course...it's worth it to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news - work is still going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House has been kept clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO glad I got my kitty...I lurves him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son is still making me crazy proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March is my birthday month!! I turn 42 in 8 days. Kind of excited about that...42 is such a magical number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to do the March NaBloPoMo to get back into the blogging habit. This month's theme is "One Word," which can be enacted in any way I see fit. I used to want to write a book - one of those thick 3X3 books that are by the counter at the coffee shop in a book store. I've always called them chunky books. Anyhow. My book would've been the kind that you can turn over so that it is really two books at once. One side would be words I like to say and hear (like curdle...what a nice sounding word, right?), the other side would be words I don't like to say or hear (like moist...ick). So I choose to celebrate NaBloPoMo with one of each kind of word. And...I just thought of this...just to make it fun I think I'll just post the words - it's up to you to tell me which you like or don't like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eclectic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~and~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recticle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is which?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3261420581249609705?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3261420581249609705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3261420581249609705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3261420581249609705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3261420581249609705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/03/wellnow-ive-done-it.html' title='Well...now I&apos;ve done it.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2074166939675907669</id><published>2011-02-15T19:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:19:53.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Review &amp; quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ebwdyyd9Q/TVsXufXq-hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nMJ26SPQdO8/s1600/52-%252BFaux%252BFur%252BCat%252BTree%252Bin%252BBeige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ebwdyyd9Q/TVsXufXq-hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nMJ26SPQdO8/s200/52-%252BFaux%252BFur%252BCat%252BTree%252Bin%252BBeige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574075051263326738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I recently got an opportunity to write a review for CSN stores. OK...honesty time...I know I've done a couple of reviews for CSN, but I have to tell you - I'm totally psyched to do them! You can get whatever you want from them - I know, because it took me forever looking around their website!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sent me a cat tree to review. Zilla is getting to be a big kitty &amp;amp; he really needed something to play on. I am very pleased with the tower - the measurements are exactly as stated on the website, it was easy to put together, it cost a fraction of what I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; would've paid in the store, I got free shipping, and it is sturdy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; enough for my kitty. Score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, work is still happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to work out as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son has been on the front page of the local  newspaper for 3 weeks in a row. For good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more later. I promise you this. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2074166939675907669?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2074166939675907669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2074166939675907669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2074166939675907669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2074166939675907669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-quick-update.html' title='Review &amp; quick update'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9ebwdyyd9Q/TVsXufXq-hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nMJ26SPQdO8/s72-c/52-%252BFaux%252BFur%252BCat%252BTree%252Bin%252BBeige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-992167356472749691</id><published>2011-01-23T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:53:38.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Quite Awhile...I've Missed y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So...yeah...it's been quite awhile since I've blogged on this blog. I've blogged a bit on my "professional" blogs, but not here. But here I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have I been up to? Well...let me fill you in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;not working out nearly enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to the State of the State address&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keeping my house clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a jewelry party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;becoming a member of the technology committe in my school district&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coaching Quiz Bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving my kitten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practicing being more social&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for some details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...I haven't' been working out as much as I'd like. That doesn't mean I never will again, it's just been kinda busy. No excuse, I know - it's just reality. Besides - the gym has been crazy with all the resolutioners. So there's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son entered a contest to be out state senator's guest at the State of the State address last Wednesday - he was runner-up and we got to go. It was...interesting...yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started doing the fly lady crap to keep my house clean. I am a believer. My house has undergone an amazing transformation - I love it. I'm thinking about rewarding myself with a new bedspread - perhaps one of these &lt;a href="http://www.allmodern.com/Duvets-C365954.html"&gt;modern duvet covers&lt;/a&gt; from CSN.  Speaking of CSN stores - look forward to a review of a product coming soon...I love those stores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hosted a &lt;a href="http://www.liasophia.us/index_en_US.jsp"&gt;Lia Sophia&lt;/a&gt; party Friday...I have awesome co-workers...because of their orders I earned more than $250 in free jewelry. Sweet. Seriously sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned my professional blog...I actually have three for my classes. I've really been working hard on my goal of being a professional development speaker for an additional job. I was recently invited to be part of our district's technology committee...our tech guy is retiring this year and my name is being bounced around to replace him. I'll keep you updated...that would be a HUGE change. Huge. So...we'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiz Bowl season is back!! I am an official coach this year (last year I just helped, got my foot in the door) and my team is doing great! Both JV and Varsity are in second place in the league, which is kinda a big deal - we are up against Class A schools and we are Class B. Yeah...we're pretty awesome like that. My son is Varsity this year, and he is contributing very effectively to the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my kitten. Just love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, I've been working really hard on being more social. I've sent real paper letters to people every week since the new year. I've made adult plans to get out and about. I've reached out to friends. It's going well. Thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I forgot to mention above...I've also been going through some tests from a vascular Dr. My left ankle doesn't seem to have a pulse, and I have painful varicose veins. So I went in for an ultrasound (in addition to Doppler, and other crap). I had NO IDEA veins grossed me out so much. I almost passed out multiple times during the ultrasound. Words can not describe how sick it made me - hearing the blood, seeing the veins, ewww...I'm kind of feeling sick just thinking about it. Never thought it would effect me like that. Live and learn, I guess!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-992167356472749691?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/992167356472749691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=992167356472749691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/992167356472749691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/992167356472749691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-quite-awhileive-missed-yall.html' title='It&apos;s Been Quite Awhile...I&apos;ve Missed y&apos;all!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-974778733290894717</id><published>2010-12-11T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:56:47.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to the future</title><content type='html'>Get ready for a stream of consciousness post. I just have quite a bit to say and no particular desire to organize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow a blogger who names each of his posts with "In which". I love it. So if I were to have done that today, it would be "In which I look to the future." sweet. I don't really want to copy somebody else, though. At least today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going OK at work. I've just kind of stepped back with stuff &amp;amp; and am making sure I take care of what I need to do. That being said, I have been having icky episodes of panic. Not sure why. But it's almost Christmas break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I said Christmas break. What are you going to do about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to an in-service last week that was supposed to teach us about using technology in the social studies classroom. In so many ways it was useless. I am always shocked at how little teachers know. And how resistant they are to learning and change. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? The non-useless part of it was I see there is a local need for a technology professional development presenter. Which I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am working on building my online presence in the education world. My ultimate goal is to present PD workshops to districts (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ISDs&lt;/span&gt;) to help teachers learn how to integrate technology in the classroom. Preferably in the form of Web 2.0 applications. Having said that, I know I've just kind of jumped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iceberg&lt;/span&gt; (whereas some out there are terrified of cold water and so they are just staying away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iceberg&lt;/span&gt;). As I've been working on my own learning curve (and building a brand) I recognize there are many out there that have built villages on that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iceberg&lt;/span&gt;. One step at a time. I'm still ahead of the curve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready for Christmas? I have a tree up. After three days it's even decorated! And that's it. No gifts, no cookies, nothing. Lack of money can really put a damper on the whole spirit of Christmas. And when I say lack, I don't think we'll be celebrating with gifts this year. Huge concern. Could be adding to my whole panicky feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitty is going in for some "adjustments" to his nether regions in two weeks. People told me to get him fixed ASAP so he wouldn't spray. His doctor (who I trust) said he doesn't do it until the kitty is 6 months old, to reduce the chance of urinary tract issues. This morning...when he came to wake me up (the kitty, not the doc)...he smelled. After he'd had a bath Thursday evening. I'm freaking out - I don't want to be a stinky cat house/lady!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know iceberg was spelled like that...I thought it was iceburg! Huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-974778733290894717?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/974778733290894717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=974778733290894717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/974778733290894717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/974778733290894717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-to-future.html' title='Looking to the future'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6535866576770268796</id><published>2010-11-20T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:50:24.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful with a side of exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah...it's been a rough week. But it's Saturday! A beautiful, sunny Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the agenda for today? Taking the trash to the dump...it's been piling up and I'm sick of seeing it. I choose not to pay for trash pickup because I spend about 12.00 taking it to the dump vs 65.00 for trash pickup for the same time period. Problem with it is I don't really want the trash in my car because I wait so long, so I have to borrow a truck to take it in. Small problem, really. But today is the day! I also think that by doing it this way I (and my son) am able to see the actual physical manifestation of our consumerism. Ick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week I really feel as though I've went above and beyond my duty as a colleague. I have been uber helpful. I LOVE being able to help (after all, I am an &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/INFP.html"&gt;INFP&lt;/a&gt; according to Myers-Briggs...which the link provided is spooky in how accurately it describes me!), but this week I think I'm "helped" out. So next week I'm going to try to just take care of MY needs a bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I went to the funeral home for my co-workers husband yesterday. For those of you that have been reading my blog in the past you may be aware of how hard it is for me to go to funeral homes. This time it really wasn't an option. It was MUCH better than I had anticipated...the belly ache &amp;amp; sick feelings I'd been having all day were really unwarranted. Along the way yesterday I discovered something that I've kind of already knew, but it really came to light and taught me a bit more about myself and why I avoid certain situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a next to impossible time expressing and showing emotions. I will avoid doing that whenever possible. Hm. I think this is a far-reaching facet of my personality that I haven't really paid enough attention to. So...I'm going to try to put myself out of my comfort zone more. And by emotion - I really mean uncertainty and sadness. I think I'm OK with happy, anger (kind of), and contentedness. Y'know - those emotions that we are comfortable with. Yeah...so there's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6535866576770268796?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6535866576770268796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6535866576770268796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6535866576770268796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6535866576770268796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-with-side-of-exhausted.html' title='Thankful with a side of exhausted'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1613345862447069098</id><published>2010-11-19T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:41:36.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an awesome giveaway (not mine)</title><content type='html'>So...Jen at &lt;a href="http://settingufree.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-have-i-been-and-200th-post.html#comment-form"&gt;Setting You Free&lt;/a&gt; is having a giveaway. An awesome giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giveaway I want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am posting the giveaway and I hope y'all go check out her blog (which is awesome, btw!)...I really want to win this. So y'know...if you just read her blog and don't enter it would increase my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1613345862447069098?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1613345862447069098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1613345862447069098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1613345862447069098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1613345862447069098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-awesome-giveaway-not-mine.html' title='Just an awesome giveaway (not mine)'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5712726360960311828</id><published>2010-11-16T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:03:18.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to make sense of it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I had another post up but deleted it...I wasn't sure if I wanted to really say what I had written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In very general terms, my community has been through a tragedy that involves a co-worker and her family. It has been on the news and reporters have been around my workplace for the past few days. I do not want my blog to reflect  opinions on what has happened, my blog is for my personal reaction and feelings. So... I was concerned with my previous post that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been taken the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will say this...my work family and home family has been affected and I am still trying to sort everything out in my own mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students are doing very well - we had several opportunities from various agencies to help them work through their immediate feelings and future help has been offered, if needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of this will make any sense any time soon. There are so many questions that are still going through my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I was able to go running today after being sick for what seemed like forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And the saying is true: "Sweat cleanses from the inside. It comes from places a shower will never reach." ~Dr. George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better than I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5712726360960311828?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5712726360960311828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5712726360960311828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5712726360960311828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5712726360960311828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-make-sense-of-it-all.html' title='Trying to make sense of it all'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-881175129209329668</id><published>2010-11-13T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:30:40.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world just doesn't make sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been sick all week. Still not feeling better. I had planned on taking a sick day on Friday, but went in for a bit anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't go into details here, but there was a horrible tragedy in the town I work/live in. A co-worker is in the hospital, and as teachers we will have to help students get through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we get through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we help our own children through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes you just have to wonder what the fuck is going on in people's minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why they just can't seem to look to the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just plain old common sense and human decency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And think of me on Monday...say a prayer for the kids and staff at the schools. My hope is that as a community we will strengthen and not place blame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the cryptic/sad post. I just felt a need to vent. Out of respect for the family, I choose not to post more than this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-881175129209329668?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/881175129209329668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=881175129209329668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/881175129209329668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/881175129209329668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-world-just-doesnt-make-sense.html' title='when the world just doesn&apos;t make sense'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-709108277400124229</id><published>2010-11-09T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:10:57.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful on a Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Today I was thankful for paid sick days. I took my first one. I felt crappy on Sunday, suffered through work on Monday, called in sick today. I can remember with all of my other jobs, I never took a day off...couldn't afford to lose a day's wages! So, yeah...I'm thankful I was able to crawl back into bed after getting boyd to school and sleep all day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to another point. If you're not a teacher, you probably have no idea about this, but the amount of work to take a day off! It's almost easier to work when sick, rather than write sub plans. And now my week is all screwed up. Not only my week, but I'm in the middle of a project I'd hoped to collect before Thanksgiving (so I could grade it over the long weekend) and now I don't know if we'll be able to get it done. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had quite a few comments about Tim Horton's on my last post. I live at the Canadian border, so there are quite a few around me. Bummer is, I live directly 15 miles west from the closest Timmy's, and 15 miles east of work. Yep...right in the middle. I used to have an addiction to their coffee, but now just enjoy it as an infrequent treat. I normally drink my coffee black, but theirs I enjoy double double with Splenda. LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Scott Pilgrim vs the Word was released today. And we got it. What a fun movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-709108277400124229?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/709108277400124229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=709108277400124229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/709108277400124229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/709108277400124229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-on-tuesday.html' title='Thankful on a Tuesday!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6860978420475979189</id><published>2010-11-05T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:32:52.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mozilla'/><title type='text'>November 5</title><content type='html'>Today I'm thankful for payday Fridays! And co-workers that bring me Tim Horton's coffee for breakfast and another that invited me to McD for lunch! I was getting kind of tired of paying for gas with quarters. Payday never comes quite soon enough, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in a contest through a local physical therapy place to wear a pedometer for the month of October, keep track of how many steps I walked, and then turn it in. There were 12 prizes awarded. I've got to be honest - I totally thought I would win the whole damn thing. But no - I didn't even place. Turns out there were a couple of people that ran in marathons during October, and while I *watched* a marathon, I guess it's just not the same thing. But even with those two people, I still find it hard to believe I didn't place. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to write more today, but my kitty is sitting on my lap, purring up a storm (have I mentioned he is VERY loud with the purring and chirps like a raccoon?) - I think I should spend some time loving him up...I haven't been home much this week, so I don't want him to feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thankfulness tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6860978420475979189?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6860978420475979189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6860978420475979189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6860978420475979189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6860978420475979189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-5.html' title='November 5'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-21745019590879959</id><published>2010-11-04T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:22:01.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>November 4th</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...today's thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I got it!! Of course, you have no idea how long I just sat and stared at the screen. Too long, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful boyd is in a play this weekend and that today was the dress rehearsal, which means a late practice. I have been at work for four hours past school letting out, and I have gotten SO MUCH stuff done! I kept putting things off this week because I knew I'd be here late today, and it feels so good to have my desk cleaned off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if he's IN the play or just doing the lights. Last year he did the sound for the play, and he was supposed to do the lights this year. But this morning he told me that the guy he's been standing in for may not do the play. Sooo....that would be pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My training plan is coming together rather nicely. I have the run dates in, I have my Tuesday weights day in. Now I'm looking to add one more day of cross training and another day of poly metric weights. I think that's the right word. I want to do weights (using primarily body resistance...think push ups) that will make me faster...so some core work, planks, stuff of that sort. Lunges. Y'know - that sort of stuff. I have it planned up until the end of February, at which time I will have made the decision (and evaluated my financial resources) about whether or not I'll be able to do the Flying Pig in Cincinnati. Or perhaps another HM. We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-21745019590879959?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/21745019590879959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=21745019590879959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/21745019590879959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/21745019590879959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-4th.html' title='November 4th'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6523321337867617698</id><published>2010-11-03T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:34:56.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>November 3rd...</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for my gym membership. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was cold and rainy out there...definitely didn't feel like going running! So we went to the gym. I honestly don't know how people that train on treadmills do it! I think if I chose to look at it like a challenge like I look at running in general I &lt;i&gt;might &lt;/i&gt;enjoy it more, but it is hot and boring. But I was thankful I had the option. So I used it as a speed work day. I didn't pay a lot of attention to the speed/distance I went, but I basically walked a bit, ran a bit, upped the incline &amp;amp; repeated the walk/run. After about 30 minutes, I got off the 'mill and walked on the track. A decision was made that next time the weather is not conducive to running outside I shall run on the track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (boyd &amp;amp; I) have been able to keep our membership by working 2.5 hours a week. It works out well - I do weights for 1hr while boyd works, then he does weights while I work. In return, we have a gym membership. Sweet! I've gotta be honest, though - I think I'm going to use some of my tax return to try to prepay for a year. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still looking into plans - I've used the McMillian calculator before &amp;amp; like it. I'm also familiar with Higdon - I've used his plan for my last two HMs. I really just want somebody to just tell me what to do. And make dinner. And the laundry. Hey - while I'm dreaming, how about helping out with the bills? Hehe...yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I'm working on developing a training plan. I'll keep you updated, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6523321337867617698?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6523321337867617698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6523321337867617698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6523321337867617698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6523321337867617698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-3rd.html' title='November 3rd...'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8329501465435027215</id><published>2010-11-02T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:28:33.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Happy Election Day!</title><content type='html'>As much as I'd like to say I hope everybody got out and voted today, I'm having a hard time with that. Reason being we live in a free country. If you choose not to vote, um...OK. And if you don't take your responsibility seriously and research the candidates and issues prior to voting (and not just relying on their smear campaigns), then I kinda hope you &lt;i&gt;don't &lt;/i&gt;vote. "Cause I don't really want your vote to potentially cancel out mine. There. I was honest about it, at least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow. So I'm going to try to post things I'm thankful for every day for the month of November. This is my FAVORITE holiday month! We have election day, veterans day, and Thanksgiving!! I. Love. Thanksgiving. Favorite holiday of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am thankful for living in the United States of America and having the right (and responsibility) to vote. Voting was always kind of a big deal in my house growing up, and I am trying to continue the tradition. I always take Boyd with me, and we always go out to dinner afterward. I could complain about the polling place I have to go to now that I live in a different township, but that would take away from my thankfulness. So I shan't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for some help with something. I am planning on doing a half marathon in the spring of 2011 and at the end of the summer. Obviously, I'd like to set a new PR. I'll be doing a 12 week program to train for the HMs, but am looking for some sort of training plan to build my base endurance and speed. I can run 3 days a week, with my long run on Sunday. I do weights on Tuesdays (at least), but would like to add another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I'm looking for....I'd like somebody to offer up some advice as to what my goals should be for each of my runs (i.e., endurance, speed, tempo, fartleks, etc.) and about how much time/or how much of a distance I should do for each of the runs. A custom made plan for me, from you! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8329501465435027215?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8329501465435027215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8329501465435027215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8329501465435027215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8329501465435027215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-election-day.html' title='Happy Election Day!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2593452568643321138</id><published>2010-10-31T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:22:13.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Seems like every time I turn around there's a new activity that shows me just how much my son has grown up. This is the first year he's not out trick or treating. The last couple of years he's gone into the town he goes to school at and went out with friends. This year - he's at town again, but handing out candy with his girlfriend. Just seems weird every time I think about how old he's getting. That means I'm getting old, too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went running today and established a new personal distance record. Are you ready for this? OK...first of all I have to preface this by saying I had a goal in mind. I wanted to run the whole way with no walking breaks. Success! I ran ~3.86 miles. I say about because I forgot to turn my Garmin on when I left the house and it took a bit to get satellite coverage. Whatever. Prior to this, my longest continuous run was 2 miles. So - yay me!! And...are you sitting down? I had negative splits! From 17:45 for the first mile to 16:15 for the last mile. Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday I don't have work - it's an in-service day. I've been asked to do a presentation on a technology tool I've been using for the other teachers. I feel so honored that my principal would have such faith in me...and I'm glad enough teachers expressed interest in the tool to ask for training. A bit nervous, but I'm sure it will go great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show last night (live). It was OK. $20. I have a hard time spending that much money right now and being able to enjoy myself. I need to get over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a contest called "Walktober" for October, sponsored by a local Physical Therapy center. For one month I wore a pedometer every day to count the number of steps I took. I was SO SICK of wearing that stupid thing! My average steps per day were above the 10,000 recommendation. More if I went for a run that day...so I'm thinking I'll probably do pretty well in the contest. Lots of good stuff is being given away. I'm not sure if I want the iPod shuffle or the Finish Line gift certificate more. I NEED NEW SHOES!! But I WANT a new iPod. Hell - I just want something with more than 512 MB of memory. We are so spoiled nowadays, aren't we? I mean - I can only put like 10 CD's on my mp3 player...that's not nearly enough! I want the 2GB. Geez. What happened to carrying a single cassette tape that had to be turned over half way through? Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2593452568643321138?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2593452568643321138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2593452568643321138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2593452568643321138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2593452568643321138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2194267413096713160</id><published>2010-10-29T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:41:19.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Good!</title><content type='html'>Wanna waste some time? Then go &lt;a href="http://www.pimptheface.com"&gt;pimp&lt;/a&gt; your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(169, 169, 169); width: 450px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="3" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(100, 128, 155); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:16px;"  &gt;sAm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="MIDDLE"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pimptheface.com/create/faces/preview/big_file214a31b5a7c70531b3ef36968f0841c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimptheface.com/" title="Create a Face Online"&gt;&lt;img style="padding: 0pt; border: 0pt none; vertical-align: bottom;" src="http://www.pimptheface.com/images/pimptheface_logo_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; width: 100%; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(171, 171, 171);font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"  &gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.pimptheface.com/face/214a31-sAm" style="color: rgb(100, 128, 155);"&gt;sAm&lt;/a&gt;" at PimpTheFace.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2194267413096713160?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2194267413096713160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2194267413096713160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2194267413096713160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2194267413096713160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/10/lookin-good.html' title='Lookin&apos; Good!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-204201399337994880</id><published>2010-10-28T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:59:58.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Some things have been happening around me lately that just remind me of how lucky and blessed my life is. Truly. And that's enough about that. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been running as much as I'd like. I need new shoes, but that's not the real issue. It's a time thing...and it's dark too early out! Boyd is in the drama club, jazz band, marching band, and takes bass lessons. So I hate to use excuses, but when I haven't been home before 7:30 any night thus far this week, I think it's a valid excuse. I did make it out over the weekend, though. To put that time in perspective.....we leave the house at 6:15 am. So...yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTE came to cut down the dead tree in my front yard. I kind of thought they'd "take care" of it. Not just leave it all laying in my yard. And not leave the main trunk still standing. Hmph. Guess I'll be busy this weekend! The good thing is, I was able to talk to them before they started and I asked them to at least cut it in smallish chunks so I could move it a bit easier. Yeah...I went the "poor little old single me" route. And I don't feel a bit bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my students do an awesome activity. They are researching the Michigan governor candidates and their positions on various issues, it will culminate in posters to hang in the hallways (good PR!). And on Monday (the day before election day) we will do an electoral college activity so they can have a better understanding of that whole process. My biggest fear (and something I keep harping on them about) is that they don't understand the electoral college is only used for FEDERAL elections, not this state election. Ah...even if they don't get that, I have a feeling they will at least understand the electoral college better than most adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-204201399337994880?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/204201399337994880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=204201399337994880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/204201399337994880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/204201399337994880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-320900665953787577</id><published>2010-10-19T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:08:57.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ten Things Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yeah...I'm still here - just haven't felt like blogging. But today I do! So here is a random list of ten things on my mind today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even though this month has been CRAZY busy (read: not home before 7:30 5 nights out of 7), my last run gave me my fastest mile yet - 13:27. BOOM! I think it's the weights I've been hitting - sure hasn't been the amount of time on my feet or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; workouts, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's been state-standardized testing for the past two weeks at school. It sucks. Not only for me, but those poor kids!! Tomorrow is the last day. Thank heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I started a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webpage&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terapad&lt;/span&gt; for my classes. I have a couple of blogs for them, but really wanted a way to put it all in one spot. Blogger is such a user-friendly program (for lack of better word) that I'm kind of stuck and want to grow. I'm looking for a place to put all my notices, helpful websites, presentations, and useful links.  So...yeah...been kinda busy with that. If I get enough comments begging me to share the site when it goes live, then I will probably do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of presentations, I've been making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prezi's&lt;/span&gt; rather than PowerPoint. If you are not familiar, you have to check it out! Very cool site (&lt;a href="www.prezi.com"&gt;www.prezi.com&lt;/a&gt;), free, and just too much fun to use. Love it!! When a colleague first mentioned it to me and said it was basically "PowerPoint on steroids" I wasn't interested. Thankfully, I checked it out. Love it. Love it. Love it. And the students seem to like it, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my kitten. He is fabulous - annoying, but fabulous. If I may brag for just a moment about him...if I were to show him at a cat show (do they have those?) he would definitely win for most handsome. I'll have to get a photo to show you. He's not very photogenic, sadly enough. Or I'm not a very good photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to Chicago to see my friends and their baby, Lenna, a couple of weekends ago. The weekend of the Chicago marathon. I love that kid (isn't it weird how quickly that can happen?). Had a GREAT time...and made plans to run the Chicago Rock and Roll half on August 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still debating about a spring half. I have learned I really like training - the accountability factor really drives me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The decision has been made we are not going to Seattle next spring. There is no possible way I can afford it. My tax return is already spoken for to catch up on some late bills and money owed to family. Until I have a better control over my finances and debt there will be no BIG trips. Small trips on a budget - yes. But not across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love fall. The food, the colors, the cooler air. I do not love the darker evenings. My depression has been hitting pretty hard lately (and yes, I am on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;!). So this week I made the decision to get the focus back on eating healthy, increase my water intake, and get on the treadmill on days I can't go running or to the gym. Hopefully that helps. I also cleaned my house - that always makes me feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Next weekend I'm going to the Rocky Horror Picture show with some friends (and my son plus his friends...but we won't be sitting together, probably). I didn't get to go last year, so I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-excited about going next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One of the best things about losing weight? I fit into my clothes (well, actually quite a large chunk of my wardrobe is too large), and that means I don't have to try on 6 outfits every morning just to find one that I don't feel repugnant in. So I save time PLUS I don't have clothes laying all around my room &amp;amp; closet...'cause you know I don't hang them back up after trying them on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. There ya go. I've been out there reading, but haven't been commenting because I'm having trouble with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;firefox&lt;/span&gt; again. But I am back. Hopefully with a vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-320900665953787577?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/320900665953787577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=320900665953787577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/320900665953787577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/320900665953787577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/10/ten-things-tuesday.html' title='Ten Things Tuesday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-913608368440650514</id><published>2010-08-26T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:19:34.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running, Reviews, Recycling, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Yeah...I couldn't think of a post title. So I decided to go with alliteration and just name those things I'll be posting about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: Running&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen back in love. Sunday I had the best run EVER! On Tuesday we headed out to a different location (right under the blue water bridge connecting Port Huron, MI and Sarnia, ONT). The run sucked. Not really sure why - there were quite a few people, the sprinklers were projected right on the trail, I was tired from Sunday...not sure. The good part was Boyd paced me and I was able to do a couple of 12 minute 400s.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a different story - we went back to the trail that was ran on Sunday (well, a portion of the trail). It was beautiful. My average per mile pace has dropped 3 minutes (part of that is because I can now run multiple miles rather than run/walk through even one mile). And it was chilly &amp;amp; breezy. Win Win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews: I've been asked to do some reviews lately. I don't want anybody to think this is going to be a purely review blog (not that there's anything wrong with that - I enjoy reviews!) - I'm still going to keep it true to what it has been. However, I am NOT one to pass up an opportunity to try out something new and give my opinion. My hopes are that I will also host some giveaways soon to thank all of you for reading. All in good time. I will let you know in the title if it's a review, just as an FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycling: OK - this one was a stretch just to get the alliteration in. I'm getting ready for a garage sale (get it- recycling my crap to somebody else?!). I've chosen the worst time in the world to do this stupid sale. Crazy busy with going back to work next week &amp;amp; put it off all summer. Geez. When will I learn? The good part of this is I'm drastically downsizing my amount of crap in the house - once it goes out to the garage it is GONE. I don't really care about making money (though that would be nice!), I just want this stuff gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. You're caught up as much as I can in the time I have. Does anybody have any tips on how to have a successful garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-913608368440650514?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/913608368440650514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=913608368440650514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/913608368440650514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/913608368440650514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-reviews-recycling-oh-my.html' title='Running, Reviews, Recycling, Oh My!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8031002192477710995</id><published>2010-08-22T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:50:49.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to work soon</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm excited about going back to work or not. There was a lot of emotional shit when the school year ended, and judging from what I've seen over the summer it's still going on. Ick. I think I'm just going to keep my nose clean, stay out of it, eat lunch in my room, and limit all non-work related conversation. I don't want to get all worked up about other people's opinions and crap. I am looking forward to having a schedule back, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, CSN stores have asked me to do a review!! I.am.so.excited. So basically, they're letting me choose what I want to review. I went over to their website. Looked around. Looked some more. There are 200+ stores with CSN that I can choose from. Do you have any idea how much "stuff" I have been looking into reviewing? It would almost be easier if they told me what to review. But no - I get to choose! So I guess I need some help from all of you. Should I get a &lt;a href="http://www.cookware.com/Dutch-Ovens-C17749.html"&gt;Dutch Oven&lt;/a&gt;? My brother used to have a "shack" he lived in. It was one room, out in the middle of a field. No appliances. He used a cooler in the summer, the outside in the winter for his fridge. And a Dutch Oven for ALL his meals. As much as my brother tends to irritate me - this is something I have long admired. (not the lack of appliances, his genius in cooking) He made more than just stews, though. He made pies, muffins, cakes, all kinds of tasty stuff. With a Dutch Oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other things I'm considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.cookware.com/asp/keywordAB2.asp?keyword=toaster+oven&amp;amp;command=dosearch&amp;amp;matchtype=&amp;amp;keywordvalue="&gt;Toaster Oven&lt;/a&gt; - often I don't want to fire up the whole oven to make something small...like biscuits or something. With just Boyd &amp;amp; I, a toaster oven could totally make most of our meals. But this is something I want anyhow, and will eventually either purchase on my own or ask for as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Armarkat-X4401-ATM1031.html"&gt;cat scratching post&lt;/a&gt; - I made one with my Dad from some wood he had left over from a project. It didn't go according to the schematic plan I had drawn up. He didn't listen. But he had the building knowledge, materials, and tools. What could I do? He's my Dad!! So I have this skeleton of a post, but it's not covered with carpet. I even have the sisal rope to wrap the legs with, a bucket to hang as a hidey hole - all except for the carpet. So I'm not sure I should get this or just get off my behind and finish the one I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/J-Fit-20-3213-FIT1071.html"&gt;Resistance Bands&lt;/a&gt; - I've made great progress on cleaning out my spare bedroom. Either that room or my basement are going to be my home gym (in case the deal I worked out with the gym doesn't continue through the fall). These bands would be great. I've also started doing the Billy Blanks Tae-Bo workout DVD when I don't get up off my butt to run or bike...The bands would be a nice addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~or~ a &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/As-Seen-On-TV-by-Emson-7712-OTV1000.html"&gt;Magic Bullet&lt;/a&gt; - This has to be the BEST infomercial I have EVER seen. It works (at least the commercial!) - I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, I have a difficult decision to make. Keep an eye out for the review to see what I chose! And if you're looking for something...whatever it is...go check out &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/"&gt;CSN&lt;/a&gt; stores. Seriously. They have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8031002192477710995?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8031002192477710995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8031002192477710995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8031002192477710995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8031002192477710995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-back-to-work-soon.html' title='Going back to work soon'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6236201771855385802</id><published>2010-08-16T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:57:03.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit About Reverb</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned going to some concerts this summer. I realized that I haven't really told y'all HOW I've been going to the concerts. Well...I may have mentioned it, but not in detail. Let me go into detail for you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've volunteered with an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.reverb.org/index.php"&gt;Reverb&lt;/a&gt;. They were started by environmentalist Lauren Sullivan and her musician husband, Adam Gardner of Guster in 2004. The goal of Reverb is to "green" concerts. This is accomplished in two ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way is directly with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On-Site Coordinator&lt;/strong&gt; | Reverb staffer included in the tour’s crew to execute and oversee all greening elements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Rider &amp;amp; Venue Advance&lt;/strong&gt; | Custom rider creation and advancement of greening requests at each venue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biodiesel Fueling Coordination&lt;/strong&gt; | Working with production team and drivers to arrange biodiesel fuelings from local and sustainable stock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waste Reduction &amp;amp; Recycling&lt;/strong&gt; | Assistance with with large-scale waste reduction and recycling initiatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hospitality &amp;amp; Catering&lt;/strong&gt; | Coordination of eco-friendly choices backstage including locally sourced organic food, green cleaning supplies, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carbon Offsets&lt;/strong&gt; | Calculation and neutralization of carbon emissions created on tour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The other thing they do is provide a grass-roots effort for the fans to gain knowledge and/or offset their carbon footprint for travel to the show.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eco-Village&lt;/strong&gt; | Festival-like village at each show, with environmental displays and activities to educate and engage fans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Profit Groups&lt;/strong&gt; | National and local environmental organizations hosted at each Eco-Village&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fan Carbon Offset Program&lt;/strong&gt; | Allows fans to offset their carbon footprint at the show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volunteers&lt;/strong&gt;  | Reverb volunteers present at each show to promote the carbon offset  program and encourage fans to participate in Eco-Village activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eco-Concert Program&lt;/strong&gt; | Takeaway for fans describing green initiatives of the tour and offering simple calls to action&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumbotron Slideshow&lt;/strong&gt; | Played before the show and during set breaks with eco-trivia, tour greening information, and text messaging campaigns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greening Website&lt;/strong&gt;  | Custom artist-specific site outlining all greening elements taken on  tour and featuring resources and calls to action for fans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online Carpooling&lt;/strong&gt; | Resource for fans looking to carpool to and from shows, featuring tour-specific community groups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(I copied and pasted all that stuff off their website, fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I've been working with Reverb as a volunteer this summer. With them, I've been lucky enough to go see DMB, Jack Johson with G Love (swoon!), the Lillith Fair, Paramore, and John Mayer. I've got to be honest...there is NO WAY I would have been able to afford to go to these shows. Yet by volunteering for a cause I believe in I have had the opportunity to go to these shows. And take Boyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this because I've always been involved in volunteering. Not all of the things I've donated time to have taken me to concerts - yet I have always walked away from any volunteer experience feeling better for having been there. Not just better, but like I've helped make my community better. And that feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6236201771855385802?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6236201771855385802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6236201771855385802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6236201771855385802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6236201771855385802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/08/bit-about-reverb.html' title='A Bit About Reverb'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5476103236567516758</id><published>2010-08-12T17:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:19:45.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a month? Seriously? Damn.</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe I haven't blogged in a month. Well...hang on - I'll try to update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to three more concerts - Jack Johnson, Lillith Fair, and John Mayer. LOVED Jack Johnson - he came out to meet with the volunteers. That was pretty cool - the swag was awesome, as well! I wasn't aware of what the Lillith Fair was. Let's just say I've never been hit on as much in my life. Guess I've still got it? Hm. John Mayer - this one sucked. The volunteer job sucked, and then there was a bit of a disagreement during the concert between myself, my son, and some other concert goers. Suffice to say I didn't behave my best and I'm moderately ashamed. But I have changed due to this behavior. I think. This weekend we're going to see Paramore. Saweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRkifmZBhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OBoQ51iY9-0/s1600/mozilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRkifmZBhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OBoQ51iY9-0/s200/mozilla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504635188314441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a kitten - his name is Mozilla. We love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRkJg20DwI/AAAAAAAAAes/ehlWL_Y5NJs/s1600/bass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRkJg20DwI/AAAAAAAAAes/ehlWL_Y5NJs/s200/bass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504634759155027714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyd bought himself an upright bass. Sadly enough, 5 hours after getting it home (and before I could get it insured) it slipped from where he had set it and the neck broke off. We took it to a luthier (did you know that's what people who fix stringed instruments are called? I didn't!) and they said it was as bad as it can get. But they're going to try to fix it. For $300. That I promised I'd pay for...the boy was heartbroken - I don't care what other cuts I have to make in my budget, I will help the kid. I mean - look at his face...I want to see that smile again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRlU3r3yUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UanPKwQoZ6c/s1600/pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/TGRlU3r3yUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UanPKwQoZ6c/s200/pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504636053773338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to sell my pool. We never use it and it just costs too much, with too much work and shit. I just want it gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten back on track with running &amp;amp; stuff...even lost some poundage! So...that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyd won three awards at the county level 4H and Reserve Champion at the state level 4H shoot for muzzleloading. He's thinking about going to Nationals next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. You're caught up with the big stuff. More later. And I probably won't wait a month this time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5476103236567516758?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5476103236567516758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5476103236567516758&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5476103236567516758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5476103236567516758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-month-seriously-damn.html' title='It&apos;s been a month? 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But I'm thinking of all my readers - I'm sure you've missed me! So I'll do a quick update (I've discovered I like the whole quick point by point writing rather than long non-stop ramblings for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a GREAT concert Sunday night. I made a pledge to myself not to pay for any concerts this summer, but I still want to go. So...I've been on the hunt. And I've been successful! 1st there was DMB. Sunday's concert I won tickets to on FB, and I got to see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy at a local venue. I'd never been to the venue - it was FABULOUS &amp;amp; fancy, and I loved the music! I really do like Swing music and the band was really good...and they came out after the concert to meet the fans, which was pretty cool. Now I think I need to find a way to get Boyd an upright bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I had friends camp over in my yard. We did that last year, as well - while it was fun, next year I think I'd like to go away. Perhaps do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also over the weekend, Boyd shot in a 4H muzzleloading competition. He shot in 3 events, and won Grand Champion in two, Reserve Champion in one. That being said, he hadn't practiced nearly enough and did not do his personal best. Damn that natural talent, huh? Next weekend he's shooting in a skeet shoot - hopefully he does as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet my friend's baby last Thursday. This was the baby that put an end to my friend's ability to run in Cleveland. She's worth it. Absolutely precious! She looks like daddy, was very good while I was there, and I personally think her parents are going to be the best parents evah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hurt by something that happened but I can't go into it on the blog because I haven't addressed it personally and those involved read my blog. So - if you're reading this and feel guilty, you may have reason to. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been running. Or cycling. It's been mid 90 degree weather!! I have no races scheduled, so there is nothing really pushing me out the door. but last night we went to the gym and started up again. I just don't felt as well when I haven't been working out. But I have lost a bit of weight due to eating better - so there's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I start summer school. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a cat *fingers crossed*! I fell in love with one on petfinder, and will be submitting my application Thursday night. Don't worry - I will dedicate an entire post to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's about it - thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1900733485901252860?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1900733485901252860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1900733485901252860&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1900733485901252860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1900733485901252860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/07/should-i-really-be-this-busy-in-summer.html' title='Should I Really Be This Busy in the Summer?'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1391283568537524777</id><published>2010-06-30T06:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:45:08.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Finally it's nice to run!</title><content type='html'>Whew...the weather finally broken! It's been hot (as I know it has been everywhere), and I just haven't felt like running. I've gotten out there, hit some miles...but not really feeling it. But the weather has broken - and I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Boyd &amp;amp; I went for a run on one of our favorite trails - it's a nice 5K route that I can remember only making it halfway while doing the C25K - it's one of those runs I can really tell I've made progress after running it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you have heard of the tornadoes in Michigan on Sunday night - one of them hit about 4 miles from my house at a campground, killing a camper there. The trail goes right by where the tornado hit. I was surprised there wasn't really very much damage on the trail - some branches and debris, but only one tree down from what I could see on the trail. It goes right through state game area, so it's pretty wooded - there may have been more damage (I know there was in some areas) deeper in, but not where we run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set some goals for myself this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cardio at least 30 minutes a day 5 days a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weights at least 2X a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sub 45 minute 5K by Aug. 1st ~or~ run the WHOLE 5K by Aug. 1st ~or~ (best case goal) sub 40 run the whole way 5K by Aug. 1st&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If I meet my workout goals I have promised myself either a Nook or an iTouch. The Nook is winning right now. I've added in some speedwork (heh), hills, and tempo runs to hopefully help on my stamina and speed. Not that we have hills here - I'm just thinking I'll do some stairs somewhere. There are two hills next to where I live, but they're both on busy roads, so I'm not inclined to run them. There are no shoulders. They're dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last week Boyd &amp;amp; I went to see DMB with Reverb. I'll be dedicating an entire post to that. Just to whet your appetite - it rocked! Loved, loved, loved it! Next concert wishes: Jack Johnson (again with Reverb), Green Day (we'd have to pay for that one...dang...found some tickets that were $60/ea, bit rich for my blood right now), and Roger Waters in October. Now that one's pricey! But my baby boy - this could be his only chance to see Roger Waters! I saw Pink Floyd in the 80's...definitely an experience...so I'd love to be able to take him, but we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1391283568537524777?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1391283568537524777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1391283568537524777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1391283568537524777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1391283568537524777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-its-nice-to-run.html' title='Finally it&apos;s nice to run!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8229594618312499275</id><published>2010-06-27T17:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:02:23.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Crud.</title><content type='html'>Today was...rough...mind opening...a reminder of the fragility of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former student; one of my son's classmates was killed riding a bicycle the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a great life - this was the first visitation of this sort I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope anybody that knew him finds a lesson for themselves from his life - whatever it may be for them. For me, it's to hug my son just a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Adam 3/19/1995-6/24/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8229594618312499275?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8229594618312499275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8229594618312499275&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8229594618312499275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8229594618312499275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-crud.html' title='Oh, Crud.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-251355951023078075</id><published>2010-06-24T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:25:41.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>DMB Summer Concert Tour 2010</title><content type='html'>I really didn't want to miss the DMB concert this summer - they're taking 2011 off from touring. I had applied to work with REVERB again this year just as I did last year, to get into the concert for free. I'm all about free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they emailed me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day before the concert &lt;/span&gt;to let me know when/where to report. Nothing like making me wait until the last minute, huh? Boyd was confident the whole time leading up to the concert they'd get ahold of us. Me? Not so much. But they emailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed up for the "training" and waited. And waited. In the email it said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to be late&lt;/span&gt;. So we weren't (I'm a rule follower). But others were. And we waited for them. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so we got trained, I told the girl what portion of the parking lot I wanted to work in ('cause I was parked there, hehe), and we set up our recycle station. Basically what our job was is to go around with plastic bags and encourage people to take action for the environment - one way to do so is to recycle. I'm sure the program is very enlightening in states that doesn't have a deposit on cans and bottles. Um...Michigan does. At times I felt like a trash picker. Not that I really cared - I was seeing DMB for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were pretty receptive - they weren't as much fun as last year (or maybe I wasn't as much fun...who knows?), but were still open to recycling. The t-shirts this year were WAY cooler. The last one had this graphic on the front that I didn't want to wear because of the implied political partisanship. This one however, is very cool. It's also made of 50% post-consumer recycled plastic. In other words - made of those stinking plastic bottles I HATE so much! Very nice material - I hope to find other clothes made of this. It's soft, holds it's shape well, and takes vibrant colors well. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite highlights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one was while we were in the lot. Boyd was getting hungry and I was starting to panic a bit about the cost of food in the venue. I didn't really want a "free" concert to break the bank, y'know? We passed by a van that smelled GREAT (no...not skunky...that's later in my summary)...like tasty flesh over coals. Steak. I told the dude he had the best smelling set-up we'd been to, and he offered us some steak. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken food from a stranger...but I did. And it was delicious. And Boyd got fed. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one was while we were on the lawn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to listen to the concert. I say trying because we were surrounded by a bunch of kids that obviously had more of mom and dad's money than brains. They didn't care about the music, they talked all the way through. We moved a couple of times, but it was just a bad location. They would stand up in front of us (we were standing, as well, but there was nobody behind us) so we couldn't see, they were talking as I mentioned, and they were smoking STINKY weed. Now I don't really care about people smoking pot. I mean, don't drive, etc., etc. But this was some stinky ditch musty nasty weed. Also, they were taking pictures. I got to fulfill one of my goals. I &lt;a href="http://thisisphotobomb.com/"&gt;photo bombed&lt;/a&gt; them. Hahahahaha!! One of the guys that was standing there saw me do it, so I'm sure they deleted the pic, but still. Heh. We then went around to a couple of other groups with their cameras out and made it a mission. Heh. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that fun was spent (in about 10 minutes - not as time consuming as you'd think), we moved. We went and stood down at the bottom of the lawn/hill and were in a much better crowd of people. There were a couple of girls dancing amidst the people walking through the venue, nobody was talking enough to disturb me and my enjoyment, and there was no stinky weed. All the pot down there smelled much better. Nor did anybody think it was more important to take pictures than to enjoy the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great time. I love their concerts. Love love love. Even Boyd said this year's concert was much better. Still hoping to hear back from Reverb for some other concerts, but seeing as I didn't hear from them until the day before the concert for DMB I'm not giving up hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-251355951023078075?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/251355951023078075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=251355951023078075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/251355951023078075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/251355951023078075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/06/dmb-summer-concert-tour-2010.html' title='DMB Summer Concert Tour 2010'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3947466409085710884</id><published>2010-06-22T06:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:40:32.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Nothing to See Here</title><content type='html'>Random collection of updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama at school is over (at least for the summer!)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of weeks EASY with the whole exercise thing...getting back on track now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot &amp;amp; Humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working a summer school session. I love summers off, but I wish I made enough $$ so I didn't have to work all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed I am able to work all summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided about Detroit Marathon Relay - maybe more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son finished his freshman year with all A's - first in his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working out a summer nutrition schedule...I want to lose weight just as I did last year (amazing what I can do if given the time to plan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for my family and their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning some large landscaping projects for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to paint the trim on my house this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I can go to the DMB concert tomorrow night - still waiting to hear back from Woody at Reverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3947466409085710884?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3947466409085710884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3947466409085710884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3947466409085710884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3947466409085710884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-to-see-here.html' title='Nothing to See Here'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8148835459585275357</id><published>2010-06-01T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:59:44.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roller skates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Things are Looking Up</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all your comments - I'm doing MUCH better now! Just a quick post so I can share how much better things are (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt; - in case you were worried and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been getting to me nearly as much as before. I can let things go...and it feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry is done. Done. Folded AND put away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen has been cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool is open, and filling (albeit slowly - doesn't need to be full to enjoy it in this hot weather!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is going MUCH better. I think I was still recovering from the half (although I wasn't in pain, my legs were fatigued) in addition to a 20 mile bike ride taken the day before the run that inspired that last post. I punched my numbers in the McMillan pace calculator and am doing my best at following it. Although I didn't think I could run any slower, it turns out I can. I don't think I'm going to do the 10K on July 3rd that I'd been thinking of - I'd rather just build up mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I got a new job (perhaps two). I'll be working this summer at my gym for 3 hours a week. This will pay for my membership. I also think I'll be doing summer school again this year...I'm not sure yet. Either way, I've saved money through the gym membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last bit of good news - I joined a meet-up group for people interested in running, biking, swimming that is starting locally. The guy that started the group is going to school to be a certified trainer. I don't know that I'll be able to join any runs (it's just the two of us right now and I don't want to slow him down), but I would love to cycle with somebody. So we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing - I bought Boyd a pair of roller skates for his birthday. The old school quad kind with side by side wheels...and he LOVES them! To see him you'd think you were back in the 70's with his long hair, band t-shirts, and those skates. I sure do love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the squirrel front - I think my elimination tactics were successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - thanks. I am now able to see the light at the end of the tunnel whereas before I was certain the tunnel had been closed off. And I learned a lesson. Don't skimp when it comes to health - mental or physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8148835459585275357?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8148835459585275357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8148835459585275357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8148835459585275357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8148835459585275357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are Looking Up'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6184458511701131256</id><published>2010-05-27T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:02:56.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Time for honesty.</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure why I'm sharing this on my blog, other than sometimes I read blogs with truth and honesty and it helps me. So perhaps just sharing will help me, or even somebody else. I'm afraid today's post will be long and rambly and all over the place - you've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down. Really really down. I quit taking my anti-anxiety meds because I couldn't afford them, but today I got my scrip refilled. My peace of mind is not negotiable any longer. I'm mad about this, because I only started taking the meds when I wanted to quit smoking. I was successful in quitting (2.5 years now!) but I can't seem to get off the pills. It makes me wonder if I was just masking or ignoring how I felt before and now that I know how it feels to be "healthy" it bothers me when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm mad that I can not run. I don't know if it's my weight, or because I was SO out of shape before I started, I'm just lazy, or I have some sort of problem, but I can't run. I am lucky if I can go one mile straight without taking a walk break. And that's no matter how slow I run - I've tried going slow but it's kind of embarrassing getting passed by walkers. Consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost ready to quit. I don't want to quit, though, because I love the *idea* of being able to run. And normally I look forward to going running on the days I have a run scheduled. So I don't know if it's just because I'm not mentally at my best, or if I've just reached my limit of working really hard at something and not getting any better. I know running is a race only with myself, but I keep hearing of others that have started running (and to be honest, quite a few of them because of me) and they are advancing so much beyond me. It just sucks. Well, that's mean - it sucks for me, but good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is in shambles - I have fucking chipmunks living in my soffits (remember the squirrels last year?), the pool is nasty &amp;amp; is taking FOREVER to fill, laundry hasn't been done for 2 weeks because there is some sort of issue with the cold water hose, the laundry that was last done is still sitting in baskets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfolded&lt;/span&gt; in the living room, the kitchen is piled up with dirty dishes, there is no food in the house nor money in the bank to buy food. And I'm just overwhelmed with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - I'm hoping things get better. Worst part is, I realize how lucky I am and that pisses me off that I would even feel crappy about anything when I have so much going for me. Which of course just makes it worse. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made it this far, thanks. I'm sure it'll all get better. Honestly - I do know that in my heart deep down. It's just today I'm really feeling icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6184458511701131256?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6184458511701131256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6184458511701131256&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6184458511701131256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6184458511701131256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-honesty.html' title='Time for honesty.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7513609884477070690</id><published>2010-05-23T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:48:28.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a week since I ran the half marathon. I'm OK - I have just been crazy busy and wanted to do this post justice. Hope you weren't worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the quick version:&lt;br /&gt;I finished with a time of 3:24:56, which beat my goal of 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the long version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I may have mentioned before - the start line was right outside our hotel. We went down for the start about 15 minutes before the race - the elevators were PACKED! Luckily, it was all runners so there was room for lots of people. The excitement in the air at the start of a big race like this one is just incredible - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the pace group I was going to join - the leader was a race walker I had met at the Expo (shout out to Libby!) , her time was 6 hour marathon, which is 14 minute miles. My goal was (as mentioned) 3:30, which is 16 minute miles. This was the slowest pace group possible, though - I figured I'd just do the best I could. Boyd started with me even though his goal was 2:10. He likes passing people, so he thought he'd get to pass more being with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the cool signs I saw along the way: "Chuck Norris Never Ran a Marathon", "Your Feet From Kicking A$$", Those Shorts Make Your Butt Look Fast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pace band (again - for the 6 hour marathon) that I was checking along the course - I was doing very well, right on track for a 3:18 finish (did I mention that whilst running I do math? It makes some of the pain go away with a whole other kind of pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of observations made along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the end is kind of cool during water stops - usually by the time I get there most of the cups have been cleaned up &amp;amp; I don't have to worry about slipping on them.&lt;br /&gt;At mile 6 I could see the other runners heading back. I was SURE I'd be turning soon as well, but that didn't actually happen until mile 9.&lt;br /&gt;Mile 6 &amp;amp; 7 I was filled with such joy and euphoria it was amazing - not really a runners high, just a gratefulness that I am able to do this and got up off my ass and started doing something to get healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Mile 9.5-10.5 was along an entrance ramp thing that had the most horrible slant - my right leg was about 8" higher than my left for the entire portion...I tried to find a more level area, but it just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Mile 10.5-12 was along an expressway. I swear to you - the thing was uphill for 1.25 miles of that portion. It was boring, there was nobody around (whoops - except for some people dressed up like Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street - they made me smile!), and we ran past the water treatment plant. Which stunk. Badly. This was the hardest part of the run. This is the part of the run I saw the 3:18 finish slip away. I kept getting slower and slower, and was getting kind of down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my son at mile 12 to let him know where I was. O&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nce we got back into the downtown area I kept watching for him - I had hoped to see him so he could pace me in, but I never saw him. At about 12.5 I started to get all emotional and choked up - again...the thought that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was out there completing a half marathon, combined with the emotional exhaustion...yeah...I get sobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the finish line (I tried to position myself for a good picture, but the dude didn't take one of me...there is only ONE picture of me running the race, and I look so absolutely horrible &amp;amp; fat &amp;amp; just nasty you wouldn't even know it was me if I didn't tell you - it is NASTY!...oh, and while I'm on the rant about the photographers - at mile 6 I saw the photographers PACKING THEIR CAMERAS UP AND LEAVING THE COURSE! WHAT?! This made no sense to me, as there was a 4 hour cut off for the half marathoners &amp;amp; we had lots of time left.)&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic. I crossed the finish line, tried to keep it together, got my medal, water, chocolate milk, and kept looking for Boyd. He was waiting for me outside the finishers chute with my friend Juliet that had joined us. Yeah...he'd been back to the hotel and taken a shower, updated his facebook status, and watched some TV while waiting for me to finish. Darn 15 year old kids. His goal was 2:10, he finished in 2:07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our race bibs had a free drink coupon - this time (unlike Chicago) I was able to hobble over to the beer tent and enjoy a beer. I don't think I've ever had a tastier beer! We then walked back to the hotel where my son took a nap and I just lay there not able to sleep, my mind was racing with all the thoughts of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was  a great weekend. My next race is a 10K in July. My main goal is increasing my speed. I am SICK of being so freaking slow &amp;amp; not having any endurance. If I were a quitting kind of person I would have given it all up by now. But I'm not a quitter. I will persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've made it this far, thanks for reading. To sum up this whole experience, I have to say I never thought I'd be able to do this, I am still surprised I'm sticking with it, and I look forward to improving myself to I can get even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7513609884477070690?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7513609884477070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7513609884477070690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7513609884477070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7513609884477070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleveland-half-marathon.html' title='Cleveland Half Marathon'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7269185414357442209</id><published>2010-05-15T19:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:23:11.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-81AQnvEZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/EuoKlCfDhgk/s1600/100_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-81AQnvEZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/EuoKlCfDhgk/s320/100_2884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471650350856343954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we're still in Cleveland. Here is a picture from the hotel room. This is the second room we're in. The one they put us in yesterday smelled like puke. So...I asked for a new room. And this room has a much nicer view! That huge building is the city building, and to the right of the image the triangular building at the edge of the lake is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. See all the trucks down on the road? Those are for the finish line - it is right in front of the city building. Boyd's hoping to get finished in time to come back to the room for a shower before I finish. Confident much?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-82e9waUdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rt35sfD0OxA/s1600/100_2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-82e9waUdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rt35sfD0OxA/s320/100_2861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471651977880031698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the expo I stuck around and went to a lecture by John "The Penguin" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bingham&lt;/span&gt;. Although I have to say he is OBVIOUSLY not a trained public speaker, he had a message that really spoke to me today. To sum it up, he said why would you spend three months training just to come to an event such as a marathon and hurry to get through it. He said to take the time to treasure the moment and enjoy the event. And I think he's right. I've been so caught up in worries about my time for this race that I need to just relax and enjoy at this point. What will be will be.&lt;br /&gt;While at the expo, I also got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spibelt&lt;/span&gt; (a cute pink plaid) and a headband from &lt;a href="http://www.onemoremile.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;onemoremile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that says "13.1 Been There. Run That."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-84MUprDtI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Jxu01k-7sbU/s1600/100_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-84MUprDtI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Jxu01k-7sbU/s200/100_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471653856631525074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All around the town/hotels/restaurants are these cool Fender guitars decorated by artists. Here is a picture of Drew by the finish line in front of one painted like a peacock. Very cool. I wasn't aware of it until today (oddly enough), but did you know the museum has only been around since 1995? yeah. I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85kGnZlLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dTkjh_Hh4Jg/s1600/100_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85kGnZlLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dTkjh_Hh4Jg/s200/100_2882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655364692382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also toured the USS Cod - a WWII submarine. Those poor men that served on it. It was so tight in there - I have no idea how they could stand the lack of personal space and privacy. It was an awesome tour, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85klyV9dI/AAAAAAAAAeE/E7fGUrVZ1k0/s1600/100_2862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85klyV9dI/AAAAAAAAAeE/E7fGUrVZ1k0/s200/100_2862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655373059782098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85k1h_4AI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DzGgoN9BlOE/s1600/100_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85k1h_4AI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DzGgoN9BlOE/s200/100_2863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655377286193154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85lIfuGuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/EPMwezGU--0/s1600/100_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85lIfuGuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/EPMwezGU--0/s200/100_2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655382376913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85ltTwGmI/AAAAAAAAAec/2k52KZESTBA/s1600/100_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-85ltTwGmI/AAAAAAAAAec/2k52KZESTBA/s200/100_2871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471655392258824802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The above picture is of Boyd in the USS Cod - only he could find a turntable wherever he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is the race. I'm nervous, but I also know I worked hard to get here. So I will just go out there and enjoy the day. Should be beautiful weather, I am with great company, and I look forward to writing my race report tomorrow afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7269185414357442209?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7269185414357442209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7269185414357442209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7269185414357442209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7269185414357442209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleveland-day-two.html' title='Cleveland Day Two'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S-81AQnvEZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/EuoKlCfDhgk/s72-c/100_2884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8515832275822761834</id><published>2010-05-14T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:44:04.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Day One</title><content type='html'>We traveled to Cleveland today for the Half Marathon on Sunday. We are making a four day weekend out of it, to enjoy all the fine city has to offer. I will try to take lots of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, we have checked into the hotel (which is RIGHT FREAKIN' NEXT to the start line &amp;amp; finish corral!), eaten dinner, and walked down to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is very nice. Our room looks over the lake &amp;amp; has a beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the House of Blues. Awesome food, great server, and enjoyable company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk down was scary - it was about 8:30, still light out. There was this guy that turned around after we passed him and followed us. Boyd carries a knife and didn't take his hand off it (the area was very deserted). I gave him my best lethal stare. We both made sure to look him directly in the face and let him know we knew he was there. The dude may have been harmless, but like I tell Boyd - it's better to be aware than unaware. I kind of think the guy thought Boyd was a girl &amp;amp; there were two women walking around. Once he realized Boyd was a guy I think he decided not to follow us anymore. When I told Boyd that, he got even madder that some guy would follow women around. I have raised quite a gentleman. Don't worry about us, though - we were only 2 blocks from the hotel and we went right back after that. I probably could've sprinted if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend that got pregnant right after the Chicago R&amp;amp;R HM and couldn't race here in Cleveland had her baby Thursday morning! It's a girl - I finally get to venture into the pink aisle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend that was going to join us won't be able to come to Cleveland due to an illness in the family. I'm gonna miss her, but I hope she is able to take care of everything with a minimum of mental stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to travel with another friend that did the Chicago R&amp;amp;R HM - she's doing the 10K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update frequently - if you're so inclined, I'd love a prayer or good thoughts for the race on Sunday. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8515832275822761834?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8515832275822761834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8515832275822761834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8515832275822761834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8515832275822761834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/05/cleveland-day-one.html' title='Cleveland Day One'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8689355948575823474</id><published>2010-05-09T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:05:09.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Stuff</title><content type='html'>I haven't been around...sorry. I've just been busy. I also haven't had a lot of positive to say, so thought it best to work through stuff rather than only post my bitchfest posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that crap I posted about previously is still going on. I am now mentally at the point that somebody has to be the bigger person, and seeing as I outweigh her by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 60 pounds, that will be me. I have changed where I sit at lunch, though (which was noted). But it's cool. I need to learn to let stuff slide off my back. Somebody else's insecurity is not going to affect my own insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am reaching the end of my half marathon training. I feel I've really stayed close to the training plan. My goals for next weekend in Cleveland are as follows - A goal: improve on last year's time of 3:41:44 B goal: 3:40 C goal: 3:30. I'm not sure how I feel about my success rate. I have been running longer, and getting better so I feel good about that. There will not be a pacer for my goal pace, bummer. I don't have a running partner for this one - that could go either way. Either I'll be faster because I won't want to stop and walk/talk, or I'll be slower because I won't have anybody to push me. I can't beat any of my previous goals when I'm out on my runs (for example, maintain a 16 minute mile), but I know the atmosphere of a race is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous. I have anticipation gut pangs. I am kind of scared. But I also remember the way I felt after the last one. I want that feeling again. Well - without the "can't lift my right leg" pain from my hip flexor (I want the mental high). Which is a whole other issue - I have some weakness in my right hip flexor still. It bothers me pretty consistently. I have already resigned myself to the fact I probably won't be able to lift my leg after the race. This is something I will work on strengthening/stretching/getting looked into after the race next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes - I had ordered some from online in a different brand/style. No - I don't know why I wanted to screw with something that was working. But my new ones didn't work. They made my feet ACHE, shins throb, and my hips hurt. So I returned them (OK maybe the reason I ordered them was because they were $40 less, and I have NO MONEY!!) and went to the store and bought my old favorites - in the new "style"...Asics 2150's. As soon as I put them on I felt GREAT! And...The first mile I ran was 2 minutes faster than I had been running previously. That being said, my other miles averaged out to my normal speed, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole money thing is another thing I'm freaking out about. I am going off to Cleveland with an empty propane tank and a $900 bill waiting to be paid before I can get more...a late car payment...late mortgage payment...two bills that have collectors calling me...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty irresponsible, huh? I really should just stay home and not spend money on a "luxury" like this trip. Sorry if this is too much information - I'm not crazy with money, it's just that I live too close to paycheck to paycheck. When something comes up (which ALWAYS happens) something has to miss out on being paid. Yeah. So what I'm doing to try to save money is I've made a pretty strict budget for going, and I will be packing food to eat rather than dining out. I have included in my budget one meal a day to eat out, but the rest will be packed food. If you have any suggestions what to pack, please share. I AM NOT WHINING, but sometimes paying double is a strain (myself and my son). For a bit of time there I got child support - amazing how much that helped! Ah, well..... Sadly enough, the way I look at it right now is I won't be trying to take out any new lines of credit (I have a house, I have a nice car, I refuse to buy anymore on credit), so bummer if my credit score takes a beating right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things I'm looking forward to next weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 days away with my son in a hotel (and a nice one, at that!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (the reason we're dong this particular race)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Arcade (the history buff in me loves this!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Cleveland Museum of Art (free!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USS Cod (WWII submarine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and of course, the Cleveland Marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are from there, or know places I shouldn't miss seeing let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8689355948575823474?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8689355948575823474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8689355948575823474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8689355948575823474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8689355948575823474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunday-morning-stuff.html' title='Sunday Morning Stuff'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8048174104297271926</id><published>2010-04-19T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:39:39.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Bitchfest</title><content type='html'>I was going to just start off bitching. But then I realized I had something WAY more important to share. Yesterday I did a 7 mile run and it was awesome. After mile 4 I just hit a rhythm and had a great time. I finally get what this running thing is all about. Again. I don't know that I experienced a "runners high" (still looking for it), but I enjoyed it. Immensely. I've read before that running really doesn't start being fun until after 3 or 4 miles. All I can say is that was true yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...let the bitching begin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. The meeting. With the dude. Um...yeah...not going to work. I hate to think of judging a person after only one meeting, because with nerves and all people really aren't at their best when first meeting. But. The dude was negative. For 2.5 hours I listened to him complain about his job, his administrators (he's a teacher, too), the students, his colleagues, and the area we live in. I am a pretty positive person - this is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even bigger problem is when I tried to change subjects &amp;amp; in the course of conversation I mentioned the TV show Arrested Development. He said he didn't like "stupid" stuff. He doesn't think stupid is funny. Um. Stupid is my favorite kind of funny. I actually saw no trace of humor in him whatsoever. So I think I'll just call it a day and be done with this "fish" (get it...I met him on plentyoffish?). On the positive side (see how positive I am?) at least I don't have to say I didn't have a date in 2010. Check that off the New Years list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the real bitchfest. There is a person at work that is driving.me.crazy. It's been going on for awhile, now. You know how somebody pisses you off and you can just gloss over it and move on? But then they piss you off with their cluelessness again and again and again? No more glossing over it. But you know how some people are just so socially inept they don't realize they could possibly be hurting other people's feelings or acting like a know-it-all while they're being their own natural bitch? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my latest complaint about this person. Sitting at lunch (btw - this person feels justified in judging EVERY FUCKING THING I BRING TO EAT!! WTF?!), she asked what my personal best was for a 5K. So I told her. Now you have to realize - I AM self conscious about how slow I am. But I am out there, I refuse to give up, and I will get better. After I told her she said, "Seriously? I ran a 37 minute 5K last weekend and I'm not even a runner." Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it now, I have to wonder how she knows it was a 5K. On a treadmill? Nothing against treadmills...I can't run on them...but it's not really the same thing. And even if she did run that, who the fuck cares? Do you really have to put me down to feel good about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Rant over. Decision made today? Quit going to lunch in the staff room. Again. Last year I had the same lunch as her and only made it to January. So I figure I'm making progress, right? I'd rather eat alone and not have my food judged and not have to get put down than put up with the bitchiness anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and my lunch today? Asparagus feta couscous salad with tomatoes, marinated broccoli &amp;amp; cauliflower, and a cheese stick. Feta is fattening. The veggies were marinated in an oil based goop. The other day it was my olives that she made sure to tell me about the high sodium content. Not bad stuff, if you ask my opinion. I try to make good choices at lunch. I quit packing pb&amp;amp;j's because of the commentary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every time I'd pack them!&lt;/span&gt; Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. I'm done now. For reals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8048174104297271926?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8048174104297271926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8048174104297271926&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8048174104297271926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8048174104297271926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitchfest.html' title='Bitchfest'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6503342908983643173</id><published>2010-04-17T17:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:36:28.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>While I'd love to post more frequently, I guess I'll just have to try to fit it all in whenever I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fitness front, I did pretty well. My legs have been tired (increasing mileage for the HM...28 days away now), but I've been determined. Here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;Mon Ran 3 miles (should've been 4.5 according to the Higdon plan, but ah well)&lt;br /&gt;Tue 14 miles stationary bike&lt;br /&gt;Wed Ran 3 miles (again...short 1.5)&lt;br /&gt;Thu rest&lt;br /&gt;Fri 50 min elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not bad. Not totally according to plan, but at my speed 4.5 miles is 1.5 hours almost! Quite honestly, I don't really have that much of a chunk of time on a regular basis. Unless I wanted to cut into my sleep time. Which I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for eating...I'm doing sparkpeople again. I need accountability. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;lost 4 pounds since Feb (the last time I went to the asthma doc), but that's not really all that great in my opinion. So...back to logging my food (thanks for the idea, Glenn!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front: Last night a Promethean board was installed in my classroom. That's a huge thing. I am very excited. Very. Another cool thing - I was granted tenure on Thursday night. I went to the board meeting (coincidentally the Quiz Bowl was giving a presentation, so it worked out pretty well...have I mentioned I'm one of the coaches? I've volunteered for the past few years - I love that stuff!), but the whole meeting was pretty anti-climatic. Other than being on the agenda I wouldn't have known I was granted tenure. I expected applause. Or cookies. But I did get donuts - a co-worker was sweet enough to stop and get some the next morning. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the personal front - tonight I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S8opvD8ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/baWJ9REPT7U/s1600/greenday+t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S8opvD8ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/baWJ9REPT7U/s320/greenday+t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461223386629393458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have a "meeting" with a guy I have been corresponding with via PlentyofFish. I'm nervous. But I look GREAT! I'm wearing my new Green Day t-shirt that I just bought &amp;amp; can't wear to work (there's a Molotov cocktail on the back). Makeup is hot, hair is uber curly...yep...at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;look good. So. We'll see. At least I don't have to post a depressing post next Dec. 31 bemoaning the fact I didn't have a date for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I gotta go...it's time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6503342908983643173?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6503342908983643173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6503342908983643173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6503342908983643173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6503342908983643173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S8opvD8ZzDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/baWJ9REPT7U/s72-c/greenday+t.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-169646823264781662</id><published>2010-04-10T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:55:14.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>Run For Reading 2010</title><content type='html'>Today I ran the Delta Township Run For Reading's 5K. This was the first race I ever ran - last year. Last time, there were a group of us that joined together for running it. This year, however, one of them is pregnant...at this point, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;pregnant. Another one was in New York. So that left just me, my friend A, and Boyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, Boyd took off at the beginning and I didn't see him throughout the race. I'm used to that, though - no biggie. My plan was to run 10 minutes and walk 1 throughout the race. I was really hoping to beat last year's time (I mean I've been running MUCH more and for a whole year at this point!). That was Goal A. Goal B was to beat 45 minutes. Goal C was to beat 40 minutes (I can dream!). I met Goal A, which made me VERY happy.  In my training, I've been trying to improve my pace, but I hadn't been running fast enough to improve my time. That race spirit got me today though and I was able to improve it. Not quite Goal B improvement, but I'm very pleased with how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the run down. A paced me, and that really helped. I don't know if she knew she was doing that, but I ran much faster than I otherwise run so I wouldn't look like a total wuss in front of her. My first walk break lasted 2 minutes (but it was an uphill walk and I didn't want to start running until the hill was over...can you blame me?), second walk break 1:30, and then I took a kinda long walk (about 3 minutes) before the last run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my splits:&lt;br /&gt;mile 1 14:15&lt;br /&gt;mile 2 15:45&lt;br /&gt;mile 3 14:46&lt;br /&gt;.12    13:06&lt;br /&gt;Total: 46:25 Av. Pace 14:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post these because sometimes I beat myself up reading other people's blogs (I know - the only race is with myself) and I just want to show others out there that although they may be slower than snot, it's OK. Truly...it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;OK. Although I'd like to be faster, my max heart rate was at 186 &amp;amp; that tells me that I am pushing myself as hard as is healthy to do. I used to regularly run at 180 bpm, but have managed to get my daily runs down to ~170 for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the race start Boyd was waiting. I asked him how he did, and his time was 29:11. For a kid that hasn't run for two weeks due to a sore foot, not bad...not bad at all. As we were hanging out having a bit of a snack (and a coffee for me!) I was watching the leader board that was up on a big screen. And saw Boyd took 3rd in his age group. This is his first award for running, and he had no idea he'd finished that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great weekend, beautiful weather to run in, great company to be with, and I feel as though I've improved in the past year. I will hereby state my goal for this summer. I want to regularly run 12 minute miles. Our next race will be the Cleveland HM, which I again just want to beat my PR from last year in Chicago. At this point, I truly feel it is truly "doable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post I'll talk about my trip to the orthopedic doc, and a visit to a running store. I learned quite a bit at the store. The doc? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-169646823264781662?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/169646823264781662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=169646823264781662&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/169646823264781662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/169646823264781662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-for-reading-2010.html' title='Run For Reading 2010'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2406625387452413367</id><published>2010-04-08T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:12:16.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Whole Bunch of Random Crap</title><content type='html'>My bunny, Koko, was not doing well last week. Things weren't moving through the system as they should ifyouknowwhatImean. He is doing much better now. He gets a fancy salad daily. Today's salad du jour was kale, red leaf lettuce, 1/2 a carrot, apple chunks, and oatmeal flakes. Spoiled much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a 5K this weekend. I did this one as my first &lt;a href="http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/04/5k-run-for-reading.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. I'd like to beat my &lt;a href="http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/04/5k-finished.html"&gt;previous 5K&lt;/a&gt; time, but I'm not sure. I'll be with a friend and she hasn't been able to run due to a stress fracture. Even if I were to go on my own, I haven't been "beating" my time during my alone runs lately. I've been running the whole way,  but I'm just so freaking slow. I'm not whining. it's just reality. Either way, I know I'll have a good time - I've been looking forward to this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about doing 10 minutes running, one minute walking for the 5K. That would probably improve my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My asthma has been bugging me. We still don't have the meds figured out. Advair works for me, but my throat gets all messed up and I lose my voice. Can you keep a secret? I've been using my left over stock of Advair for the race this weekend...I shouldn't need to do any talking, just deep breathing. Don't worry - I have an appointment with my doc on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exchanging emails with some guys from an online dating site. Again. Let me ask you something. How many emails should happen before somebody should tell the other they don't want to email one another any more? Or should they just simply stop emailing? I felt kind of weird with the whole online thing, but then I realized - at least this way I know the guy will know how to use the Internet. Right? Pretty clever on my part. Cause if he can't, I'm not interested. I also know if he can write a complete sentence. OH - one of the guys? He mentioned that one of his interests is blogging. Although I am a VERY GOOD spy (you have no idea...it's creepy) I haven't found his blog. And I won't share mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I got a guitar from my brother and son for my birthday? Yep. And I can even play a couple of little ditty's. MmmHmmm. I can't remember if I've blogged this, but learning how to play guitar has been a dream of mine for MANY years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved more than $800/year on auto insurance today. And I have better coverage than I did before (lower deductibles) Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the things I wanted to get done over the last week still aren't done. But I'm rested and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I started to cook for a whole month in one day and then freeze the food? Well, I did. And it is SO nice! I can reach into my freezer, pull out a meal, and with minimal preparation wala - dinner is ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to Frankenmuth with friends. (google it) There is a store there that sells chocolate cheese. I can't stop eating the crap. And I got strawberry cheese. Delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cleveland 1/2 Marathon sold out. But don't worry - I'm in! Boyd hasn't been able to train due to a foot injury. So tomorrow he and I are going to an orthopedic dr to have our feet looked at. The lady at the desk kept calling it a "running injury"...for some reason I just didn't like the way that sounds. I like running complication more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2406625387452413367?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2406625387452413367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2406625387452413367&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2406625387452413367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2406625387452413367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-bunch-of-random-crap.html' title='A Whole Bunch of Random Crap'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2321905895963195985</id><published>2010-04-07T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:45:25.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Spring Break Randomness</title><content type='html'>I have to tell y'all about some awesome give-aways I've won. I first have to say I'm probably one of the luckiest people out in bloggy land, in that I've won all kinds of stuff I wouldn't be able to get for myself otherwise. And winning this stuff has really shown me some stuff out there I wouldn't have known about otherwise. Too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S7x9-T5B8TI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jvFOHWVed68/s1600/Heart_Keychain_Metal_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S7x9-T5B8TI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jvFOHWVed68/s320/Heart_Keychain_Metal_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457375357911036210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I won this awesome key chain from Mimi at &lt;a href="http://screamingmimitoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Screaming Mimi&lt;/a&gt;. I won this keychain from wholesalekeychain.com - I chose the heart and had "Inspire" engraved on it. That is what I want my next tattoo to say, because I have been inspired by so many people to make my life more meaningful, and my hope is that I inspire others...either through my teaching or by example. I have this on my work key chain, and when it's in my pocket the keys hang in my pocket with the heart out...it's kind of like a fashion accessory for somebody that doesn't really wear any jewelery (or any fancy schmancy pretty stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won a sports bra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S7x-J173SNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IcbxcKGqHYk/s1600/kalyx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S7x-J173SNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IcbxcKGqHYk/s320/kalyx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457375556028287186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Erica at I Run Because...I Can. OK. I have to tell you - I've never worn a sports bra that didn't come from the clearance rack at a discount store. This is my&lt;br /&gt;first nice one. It is a &lt;a href="http://www.gokalyx.com/"&gt;Kalyx&lt;/a&gt; bra, and I have to tell you I am spoiled now. I hope to be able to purchase more of these in the future. Oh.My.Goodness. I won't bore you with the specifics of why I love it, but I will tell you that it is made of 35% recycled content. Those plastic bottles you may have heard me bitch about? Put to good use. It is beautiful, it is comfortable, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am on spring break. Lovin' it! My training has been going very well. I am concerned about my son, though. On our last long run of 6 miles he hurt his foot. Since that time (about a week and a half ago) he has not been running. We went to the chiropractor who made an adjustment that seemed to help, but it's still bugging him. I'm just concerned because he hadn't really been training prior to that, and he is the kind of guy that will go all out at the half just because his age allows it. I'm worried he won't take it easy in the race and injure himself even worse. It's a walk/run half, so there is no reason for him to run with no training, but...oh I'm worried. I will have to walk portions of the run (I'm working out a plan right now), but the majority will be ran. With no training from Boyd, I really wish he'd take it easy during the race.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2321905895963195985?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2321905895963195985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2321905895963195985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2321905895963195985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2321905895963195985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break-randomness.html' title='Spring Break Randomness'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S7x9-T5B8TI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jvFOHWVed68/s72-c/Heart_Keychain_Metal_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1752594516399211831</id><published>2010-03-27T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:22:09.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Putting Things in Perspective</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all your comments and emails re: my last post. Yes, it helped (writing about it), and no I wasn't bitchy to anybody. I just took a step back and looked at things realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting things in perspective, I am probably one of the luckiest people out there. I have a job. I have a job I worked very hard for and I enjoy. No matter what happens next year, I will be successful at my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control other people - I can only control my reactions. By feeling the way I felt last week (see how I already put it past me?) I gave over some of my power. I have taken my power back and will just concentrate on what I can do better rather than worry about how other people behave. I can't control them. Nor would I want to - wouldn't it suck if you were wrong all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. (deep breath) I forgive, I will only concentrate on things in my power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...that feels better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some good stuff. My workouts have been consistent. Consistently I have missed one GA run a week (hehe). That being said, I am doing so much better than I was last year before Chicago! Next week I'm going to go see a podiatrist for my foot (it's been been better, but still hurts occasionally). And - training this week should be according to plan because DRIVER'S ED IS OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...I have to thank those that said I didn't look old enough to have a son driving. You're so sweet! (and honestly, I don't behave my age, either) I'm 41. I have no problem saying that, because I am proud of every year. I think the whole reason I don't really look that old (which I don't think I do, either) is because of my extra chub. It fills in the wrinkles. And my hair hides the gray (which really just looks like beautiful silver highlights...not going to color it anytime soon). And...my fabulous lips. I read an article that said full lips takes 5 years off your appearance. When I was young I hated my lips because they took up half my face. Now I look around and some women my age have no lips...mine finally look proportional. So I'm blessed in that way. I hope I don't sound conceited - I totally see my faults...but those are the strengths I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Saturday morning. Dirty house. New book. Guess which I'll be paying attention to today? For now, though - I have 6 miles of trails that are waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are so inclined, tonight at 8:30 is Earth Hour. I know I'll be at home, turning off anything I can. Sure - it's not a cure...but it is a way of increasing awareness. Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1752594516399211831?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1752594516399211831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1752594516399211831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1752594516399211831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1752594516399211831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/03/putting-things-in-perspective.html' title='Putting Things in Perspective'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-737997990625607786</id><published>2010-03-25T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:19:09.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchiness'/><title type='text'>I've Discovered What Kind of Bitch I Am</title><content type='html'>Due to some non-public shit I've been dealing with lately I have had to do some soul searching. I am a very nice and polite person to those around me. When others are mean (or just behave badly) I try to see things from their point of view and practice forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have determined that those around me are very lucky I hide my inner bitchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of bitch I can least stand are those that are the "mean girls" of school. They don't necessarily have to be girls (or even women), but they are the ones that nobody likes yet everybody is nice to out of fear. I'm not even sure of what that fear is of - but for some reason the fear is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind the kind of bitch that is just out there and open about their bitchiness. Those that have no problem telling you what they have a problem with without worrying about how you feel about that problem. You've got to respect that - they're in your face with the bitchiness, and they make no apologies for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of bitch that is always  going on and on about how the world has wronged them, or what&lt;br /&gt; is wrong with the world drives me crazy. We all go through shit. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as to what kind of bitch I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I've thought long and hard about this. I am not really the mean girl. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;be, but I care about other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the public out-there bitch. I'm too wimpy for that. Always worrying about what others think, concerned I can't speak my mind without being judged. Nope. Not public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think I'm not the always complaining bitch. I actually look for the bright side quite often in life - I've been called Sunshine "sAm" before. I am an optimist. That being said, I am aware that at times I do chronically complain. Like lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - the kind of bitch I am is the hurt you bitch. I go for the jugular. Which is why I think I don't get bitchy very often. I can actually count on one hand the number of times I've been truly bitchy in the past few years. But when I am bitchy? Oh - I go all out and kick you in the nads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have this ability to find the soft spot and if the occasion warrants it, I will attack. I leave no prisoners - all is fair game. It is kind of like fighting (physically, I mean). I feel if you are in a position to put your hands on another person with the purpose of causing pain there are no rules. The only rule I follow is get them immobile before any harm can come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - if I do let my inner bitch out, this is how I strike. Unmercifully. I'm not proud of this - I've really been thinking of this. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm afraid my bitch is going to come out very soon. And when it does, I'm afraid I will hurt somebody. Emotionally. But when one person gets hurt, the person doing the hurting also hurts. And I don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...long story short...(hehe...too late, right?) I'm hoping that by throwing all this out on the worldwideweb I will have squelched my bitch...satisfied the need to attack in some manner. 'Cause I don't want to hurt anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-737997990625607786?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/737997990625607786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=737997990625607786&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/737997990625607786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/737997990625607786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-discovered-what-kind-of-bitch-i-am.html' title='I&apos;ve Discovered What Kind of Bitch I Am'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2787195329472916245</id><published>2010-03-13T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:28:13.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Took a bit of a break from blogging</title><content type='html'>Yet another great plan that I couldn't seem to follow through on. The "goals" post, that is. That's OK - I'll try again. My goals weren't met all that well, so I just didn't feel like admitting my defeat. Then life got busy. So - I took a bit of a break. So - now - you will be treated to the awesome mind flow to catch you up with my life! Sit back, pour a cup of coffee (or whatever you wish to drink, I'll be awhile) and try to follow along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't meet my goals as mentioned on my last post, I did make great improvements on the fitness front. I've been putting in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of my miles on the Hal Higdon plan. Haven't been getting in much cross-training though. Nor have I taken full advantage of the gym membership. But - here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, my beautiful little baby boy, has started driver's training. OMGoodness. For some &lt;del&gt;stupid&lt;/del&gt; crazy reason I let him choose where to take the lessons. He choose a city that is 45 minutes away because that is the class his friend is taking. Instead of the one that is 25 minutes away and in the same town as our gym. DOH! So - every night for 3 weeks (OK - I exaggerate...4 nights a week) I have to leave my house BY 5:15 to get him there on time, then get home at 8:45. To save on gas, I don't drive home for the 2 hours he's there - that would be a waste. But now I have a huge chunk of time to fill. Out of town. Where I spend money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  - add to that the 6 hours of driving time he has to do with an instructor, plus the 4 hours of observation time with another student. Are you seeing my difficulty in getting in time to workout? Yeah. And - And - his friend? His friend is VERY ADHD and has kind of totally screwed up the ride share that HE planned with HIS mom. Which basically means instead of just driving 2 days a week, I will pretty much be doing it every day. Please understand - I DON'T MIND!! My son is SO worth it! It's just a bit stressful for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went for a run after dropping him off in the town his classes are in. It's a very nice trail - but I was really creeped out. I just don't like running alone. So if I choose to run there again (the town, I mean), then I will have to run on residential streets. Which (this may surprise you) I've never done. Always ran on trails - the ones that used to be railways and have been converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran under the Blue Water Bridge the other day - there was a huge ice bridge just north of the river where the lake meets the river and it had broken. As I ran HUGE ice slabs were floating alongside me -crashing into the sea wall. It was too cool. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something they never teach you in "teaching school" (man, I could write a book about all the useful things they don't teach you!) is the February/March/April crazy stress. And I'm being kind saying it ends in April. The source of the stress? Scheduling for next year. If you live in Michigan right now, it also deals with *possible* new retirement laws, "incentive" pay to retire, and looming layoffs. It.sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me - my job is reasonably safe. (ohhh...as a side note, I  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be recommended for tenure next month!) We actually had enough teachers take advantage of the "incentive" that it looks like we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be able to bring back one or two of our laid off teachers! It's the whole who's going to teach what crap. The tentative assignment that I have talked about with my principal is awesome (I'll share it as I know it will happen). It's all just drama and angst filled. I think I'm going to lock myself in my room and quit listening. I tire of it. Add to this the fact that there is somebody that I'm just having a hard time being around right now (you know how sometimes every time a certain person says something you take it negatively and you just don't want to be around them 'cause of various reasons?) that I know I need to grow up and let shit go - well, work has been just a wee bit stressful. And not from the kids - that's the kicker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was last week. In honor of my birthday I did something I've never done before and always been freaked out about doing. I know I'm going to have to get used to doing this, as my son is growing up and I seem to have this huge sign above my head that says "DON'T TALK TO THIS WOMAN FOR A DATE OR FRIENDSHIP OR EVEN MEANINGLESS CONVERSATION TO PASS TIME". After dropping my son off to drivers ed I went out to a restaurant and ate dinner by myself. I'm not sure if it was depressing or liberating. Depressing because it was my birthday (yet what a better day to step out of my comfort zone), yet liberating because I did it and survived. Of course, I had papers to grade so I wasn't just sitting there all looking around and crap. I kept busy, which helped. One step at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...last "thing". My foot is killing me. After 2 miles into a run my right foot at the base of my second toe KILLS. Then I wore heels on Thursday and that area hurts from that. Based upon my Internet research, it would appear as though I have Morton's toe. So I'm making an appointment with a podiatrist - the store orthotics aren't doing it, so I'll go all professional for this problem. I have a 5 mile run scheduled today - I'm hobbling about walking in my house - HOW in the WORLD am I going to run 5 miles? I know the sensible thing would be to do it another day when my foot doesn't hurt - but did you see my schedule above? I HAVE NO OTHER FREAKING TIME I CAN GO RUNNING!!! So wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a teaser for the next post: I will be writing abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ut some awesome giveaways I have won, a great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idea from another blogger, half marathon update, and a new "subscription" I've been enjoying. Stay tuned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2787195329472916245?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2787195329472916245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2787195329472916245&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2787195329472916245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2787195329472916245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/03/took-bit-of-break-from-blogging.html' title='Took a bit of a break from blogging'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8278288847887757300</id><published>2010-02-28T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:13:37.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><title type='text'>Whew...I Did It!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally completed a full month of blogging. I have to say - I believe I learned an important lesson from the experience. Namely - less is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get a bit wordy. While that's not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; in and of itself, I kind of liked the shorter posts that got to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post enters in a new format for my blog. Sundays are going to be dedicated to stating my goals for the week and re-visiting the previous week's goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - with that being said, here are my goals for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise goals for 2/28/10:&lt;br /&gt;10 Miles running (M &amp;amp; W 3, Sat 4)&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Cross Training (probably the elliptical, perhaps the bike) (Tue, Fri)&lt;br /&gt;2 days Strength Training w/Nautilus (Sun, Wed)&lt;br /&gt;Evening All-over 20 minute circuit training (from a magazine article for increased core strength)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition goals for 2/28/10:&lt;br /&gt;Journal Food &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 SIGG bottles of water daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial goals for 2/28/10:&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have it and don't need it, don't buy it!&lt;br /&gt;Movie on Friday (oh, yeah!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bring snacks to movie&lt;br /&gt;Bring water to movie&lt;br /&gt;No "rewards" for completed workouts. Example: Vitamin Water, G2, OR Powerade Zero. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the format will change as I get more familiar, but for now - here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8278288847887757300?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8278288847887757300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8278288847887757300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8278288847887757300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8278288847887757300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/whewi-did-it.html' title='Whew...I Did It!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1225524076680315542</id><published>2010-02-27T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:04:09.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elliptical'/><title type='text'>Ahhh...Crosstraining!</title><content type='html'>In a way I'm glad I didn't have a gym membership for a few months. It made me realize what I was missing...kind of like how do you know you're warm if you never feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a cross training day - 30 minutes on the elliptical. I.Loved.It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the next to last day of NaBloMoPo. Whew. One more day and I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall be trying a new thing, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.ericarunning.com/"&gt;Erica from I Run Because...I Can&lt;/a&gt;. I will be posting my goals for the week. Not only exercising, but also nutrition. I am a list-maker in real life, so I think this is right up my alley. Accountability built right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1225524076680315542?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1225524076680315542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1225524076680315542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1225524076680315542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1225524076680315542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhcrosstraining.html' title='Ahhh...Crosstraining!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-363981065989089867</id><published>2010-02-26T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:22:25.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Yep, I got my SNOW DAY!!</title><content type='html'>This morning the "power that be" decided it was a worthy snow day. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used my time wisely and signed up at the gym. Words can not describe how happy I am to be back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also a day of grocery shopping, my first NetFlix movie, and tasty coney dogs from a local eatery. And if you're not from Michigan, you have no idea how fabulous coney dogs are. Sorry for your luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4hlp8yqMGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aJksmHTI0BU/s1600-h/coney+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4hlp8yqMGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aJksmHTI0BU/s320/coney+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442711921044893794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another awesome thing to tell y'all today, but for the life of me I just can't remember. And Boyd wants the computer. So - I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-363981065989089867?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/363981065989089867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=363981065989089867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/363981065989089867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/363981065989089867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/yep-i-got-my-snow-day.html' title='Yep, I got my SNOW DAY!!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4hlp8yqMGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aJksmHTI0BU/s72-c/coney+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4691611691161238826</id><published>2010-02-25T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:49:29.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Corporate Gym Membership</title><content type='html'>I have really been missing my gym membership. Just this morning I told Boyd that I had to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;way to afford to go back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - like a prayer answered from above - a couple of co-workers told me they were working out a corporate deal for MY GYM through MY WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will still cost money (obviously!), but it will still safe a few bucks. There will be no joining fee, nor will there be a contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them count me in!! Cleveland is coming up quickly and I really wanted to get some more strength training in - which I don't have the equipment for. And they have an indoor track, so I wouldn't have to run on treadmills. And nice ellipticals. And rowing machines. And bikes. You know - the kinds of things gyms have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, not only is there 8" of snow on the ground, but we have like 6 more forecast for this weekend...even after the snow is gone then we are looking at the rainy spring season. And allergies - don't forget about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention their awesome showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to find some way to get back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what's odd? 15 months ago you would NEVER have heard me be this passionate about working out. I'm loving this running "hobby" - it's good all the way around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4691611691161238826?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4691611691161238826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4691611691161238826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4691611691161238826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4691611691161238826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/corporate-gym-membership.html' title='Corporate Gym Membership'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7002193009834434825</id><published>2010-02-24T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:25:13.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><title type='text'>Allergy Shots and Guitar Lessons</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anybody has noticed, but I have been posting every day lately. I didn't really mention this to anybody, but I just can't keep it secret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;attempt at NaBloPoMo. Notice I chose the shortest month - my momma didn't raise a fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4Xfby3aw_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iYN-0DQyQLU/s1600-h/nablo0210.120x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4Xfby3aw_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iYN-0DQyQLU/s320/nablo0210.120x200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442001393350788082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhow. Today's post is just to keep it going. I have nothing to say, and it's late - I need to get my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - in case you're wondering, the title of the post refers to why I am writing this post so late. Tonight we had to get our allergy shots, went for a run, visited the library, and ended with guitar lessons for Boyd. So it's late. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7002193009834434825?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7002193009834434825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7002193009834434825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7002193009834434825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7002193009834434825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/allergy-shots-and-guitar-lessons.html' title='Allergy Shots and Guitar Lessons'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4Xfby3aw_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/iYN-0DQyQLU/s72-c/nablo0210.120x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5018378354072380177</id><published>2010-02-23T18:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:08:02.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>National Pancake Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4RtLXKFu_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/39_8rsngxdc/s1600-h/snoballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4RtLXKFu_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/39_8rsngxdc/s400/snoballs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441594291732724722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I made a promise to myself to make breakfast every day before school. For the most part, I have kept that promise. Fridays I go to the bakery or party store (I love Hostess Sno balls - particularly the green ones), but that's a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I planned on making my spectacular apple delicious yogurt thing. Want the recipe - OK, OK...here it is: chop an apple, sprinkle with an abundant amount of cinnamon, microwave for about a minute. When it comes out, top with yogurt and Kashi GoLean Crunch. It's like an apple streusel. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I planned on making my apple thing. But then I heard today was National Pancake Day. Seeing as that is one of my other favorite breakfasts, I knew I had to have  pancakes instead! So here is my favorite pancake recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I like Hungry Jack brand the best. I've tried others, but this morning I swore to never try anything else again. Obviously that wasn't brand I used today. And I have made my own mix, but still don't like it as much as Hungry Jack - that brand has the perfect combination of chemical goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - in the mix add a Tablespoon of Ground Flax Seeds - gotta be healthy!! Now here's where it gets good. Throw in some mini chocolate chips. And chopped walnuts (or pecans if you're all fancy schmancy). Yum. Mash an overripe banana - add that, too (health, people!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 'em on the griddle - cook 'em up. Attractively arrange them on a plate (I like a circular pattern, myself). Then....then...top with canned whip cream ('cause it's all pretty and fancy), more mini chocolate chips and chopped nuts. If you have any banana left, go ahead and throw some of that on. Hey - go ahead and sprinkle some more ground flax seed - that stuff is good for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4RtWP8YD-I/AAAAAAAAAco/5xHjET90fHk/s1600-h/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4RtWP8YD-I/AAAAAAAAAco/5xHjET90fHk/s400/pancakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441594478774718434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious. Boyd likes syrup on his, but I think that's just unhealthy. So I have mine without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your pancakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5018378354072380177?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5018378354072380177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5018378354072380177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5018378354072380177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5018378354072380177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/national-pancake-day.html' title='National Pancake Day'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4RtLXKFu_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/39_8rsngxdc/s72-c/snoballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-9062197926043208442</id><published>2010-02-22T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:26:38.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Blogger</title><content type='html'>I was given an award! I was given an award! You love me, you really really love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4MR8O6pgGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VUpCN20c62A/s1600-h/blogaward%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4MR8O6pgGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VUpCN20c62A/s320/blogaward%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441212501287600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the person who gave you the award. –Thanks Jessica from &lt;a href="http://jessicaisgettingfit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Let's Get Fit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Paste the award on your blog. – done!&lt;br /&gt;3. Link back to the person who gave you the award. -done!&lt;br /&gt;4. Share seven interesting things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nominate up to 7 more beautiful bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Link the bloggers you nominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...7 interesting things about myself. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I own entirely too many DVDs - it's all we watch since the damn digital conversion. At this moment I am watching Stepbrothers. Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;2. Once I cut my left big toe wide open while taking down a badminton net. Now I get huge callouses on that toe. (is that interesting or just gross?)&lt;br /&gt;3. My life is much less stressful when I clean up the clutter around me. Therefore, I try to keep clutter-free!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm afraid someday I'll swear in front of a class. I swear like a sailor out of work.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to think I'm all hard-ass, but I'm really just a big soft marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;6. Verdana is my favorite font.&lt;br /&gt;7. I only recently memorized my multiplication tables. I think back to my school years and can't help but think what would've changed had I memorized them then. I wouldn't have been in slow math, then. A whole group of people I never would have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the nomination process. It's a bummer Jessica gave this to me - she totally would've been nominated. Ah, well - here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Erica from &lt;a href="http://www.ericarunning.com/"&gt;I Run Because...I Can&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a new follower, and I am new to her blog. I love reading other runner's blogs because I find them so inspiring. Erica has a neat way of posting her weekly goals that I think I might "borrow". Oh - and she has an awesome list of RRs and contests - and I recently won a contest she hosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diane from &lt;a href="http://www.goodmourningglory.com/"&gt;Good Mourning Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I originally got to "know" Diane through my son's blog. I started following her, and Boyd frequently taunted me because she didn't follow me like she did him. No worries, I still knew she visited - she's one of those awesome commenters!  But now - she's a bona-fide follower (HA, Boyd!). I am inspired by Diane and all she manages to fit into her days - and she's an awesome Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beth from &lt;a href="http://bethsayswhatishouldhavesaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;What I Should Have Said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth is a principal of an elementary school, and I just love to read the "other side of the story." (that needed to be said in a Paul Harvey tone) I like to read Beth's blog to read "behind" the lines - isn't there always something we wish we could've said but knew we shouldn't? In her blog, Beth says it. And...she's a runner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kathy from &lt;a href="http://boston65.blogspot.com/"&gt;My space...my blog...my life...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow single mother, Kathy has a slice of life blog that is like an  invitation into her day. Sometimes it's reassuring to know I'm not the only one with an ex and a FFW. In addition, Kathy is fiercely protective of her son...gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://counselormommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Counselormama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've followed her for quite a bit (and she me!), she recently wrote a blog post that I swear she was looking over my shoulder when she wrote it: &lt;a href="http://counselormommy.blogspot.com/2010/01/clarification-this-person-is-not-freak.html"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;. Parents and technology...hehe. She used to have a feature called Freak Magnet Fridays where she would tell of the freaks she seems to attract - I miss those - but really how many freaks can one person come in contact with? Tell me you have more, counselormama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Boyd from &lt;a href="http://www.boydsworld-boyd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boyd's World!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my boy. I am so incredibly proud of this kid. Sorry if I rave too much about him, but he is a very special kid. That's right - mama said he was special! One issue I'm having with him - he hasn't been blogging lately. I blame IM and Bejewelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TeacherMommy from &lt;a href="http://diapersanddragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diapers and Dragons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow Michigan teacher - geez...what times we're in right now, hm? TeacherMommy is going through life sharing events that it takes great bravery to share. Yet she does so with elegance and class. She was also the first blogger to invite me for a face to face encounter. Sadly enough, I couldn't make it - but she extended that hand and I still feel the warmth. Also - she frequently responds to comments via email. That's just cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other bloggers that I have felt honored to have "met" over the past year or so. I'd just like to end this post with a warm fuzzy - this whole blog thing has opened up a whole new world I would've never known existed. I am inspired by many of you, I pray for many of you, and I consider many of you my friends. Thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-9062197926043208442?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/9062197926043208442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=9062197926043208442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9062197926043208442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/9062197926043208442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-blogger.html' title='Beautiful Blogger'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4MR8O6pgGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VUpCN20c62A/s72-c/blogaward%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4788320506205926243</id><published>2010-02-21T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:05:03.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow Day??</title><content type='html'>We're scheduled to get snow tomorrow. It's supposed to start after midnight, couple of inches by 6am, then snow heavily throughout the day for a total of 6-8 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that's not really that much snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have only had one snow day this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4HYG1_aVBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cZTIMBfOfUA/s1600-h/SnowDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4HYG1_aVBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cZTIMBfOfUA/s320/SnowDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440867436924130322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are due another one tomorrow. To do my part in this endeavor, I will be wearing my pj's inside out, have a spoon under my pillow, and flush an ice cube down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel as though I deserve a snow day - remember the &lt;a href="http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-should-be-having-good-day.html"&gt;last one&lt;/a&gt; where I got ripped off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4788320506205926243?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4788320506205926243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4788320506205926243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4788320506205926243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4788320506205926243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day??'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4HYG1_aVBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cZTIMBfOfUA/s72-c/SnowDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7758626917152271943</id><published>2010-02-20T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:00:37.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>Time for Taxes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4CFlZv-uCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Hn5oEtI9iZo/s1600-h/taxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4CFlZv-uCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Hn5oEtI9iZo/s200/taxes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440495227477342242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd love to just write a novel tonight for all of you, I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going through paperwork looking for any and all tax deductions I can find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;done with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;taxes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7758626917152271943?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7758626917152271943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7758626917152271943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7758626917152271943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7758626917152271943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-for-taxes.html' title='Time for Taxes!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S4CFlZv-uCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Hn5oEtI9iZo/s72-c/taxes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4990776892236440513</id><published>2010-02-19T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:14:26.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchiness'/><title type='text'>Acting Like a Bitch</title><content type='html'>I'm normally a very mellow easygoing kind of person. But today I let my inner bitch out. And it felt good. Well...for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S383WMCzc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_D2xDypdT64/s1600-h/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S383WMCzc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_D2xDypdT64/s200/barney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440127729216484322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One episode of How I Met Your Mother has Barney telling Marshall about the Circle of Screaming. Basically, it goes like this: somebody screams at you, you scream at somebody, they scream at somebody else, and so on until eventually the person who screamed at you gets screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work somebody did something that pissed me off. There have been a couple of incidents recently, but I've been able to just suck it up and ignore it. But not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I went for a run (which was excellent, btw!) and then stopped at a local party store so Boyd could get a pop. I decided I wanted a Vitamin Water (it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a Friday, after all!). There were signs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere &lt;/span&gt;that said 2/$2.50. Now I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that the price was for two items that were the same, but both items were manufactured by the same company. And did mention there were signs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Boyd that when I got to the counter if they didn't give me the sale price I'd go all crazy on them. Coincidentally, the cashier I don't really like was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I didn't get the sale price. I now had a reputation to uphold. So I sort of acted like a bitch. Not all crazy or obnoxious, just mildly bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect I wonder if that wasn't the beginning of the circle of screaming. I hate to think I may have ruined that cashier's evening....but if the screaming gets back to the person that pissed me off today I think I'm OK with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I guess is just another way I act like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4990776892236440513?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4990776892236440513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4990776892236440513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4990776892236440513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4990776892236440513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/acting-like-bitch.html' title='Acting Like a Bitch'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S383WMCzc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/_D2xDypdT64/s72-c/barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8398283083937861968</id><published>2010-02-18T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:38:22.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Running Songs</title><content type='html'>Yeah...I hate running without music. If I don't have music, I can hear how loud I'm breathing and how loud my feet sound when they hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd share with you my favorite running music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Green Day:&lt;br /&gt;East Jesus Nowhere&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S33rZ_LekXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oxtpvBo5oLM/s1600-h/billie+joe+clash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S33rZ_LekXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oxtpvBo5oLM/s320/billie+joe+clash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439762756622258546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Basketcase&lt;br /&gt;Nice Guys Finish Last&lt;br /&gt;Give Me Novocaine&lt;br /&gt;Christian's Inferno&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom Pow&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Pump It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brightside&lt;br /&gt;When We Were Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by The Clash&lt;br /&gt;Straight to Hell&lt;br /&gt;Rock the Casbah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;Seven Nation Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;Don't Drink the Water&lt;br /&gt;Funny the Way it is&lt;br /&gt;Squirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's more...many more. But I shall leave it there for today - tell me...what songs do you like to run to? And if you're not a runner, what songs really get you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8398283083937861968?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8398283083937861968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8398283083937861968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8398283083937861968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8398283083937861968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-running-songs.html' title='My Favorite Running Songs'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S33rZ_LekXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oxtpvBo5oLM/s72-c/billie+joe+clash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5632595135289763451</id><published>2010-02-17T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:27:18.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow running'/><title type='text'>Everyday Anti-Slip Traction Aid</title><content type='html'>Today Boyd decided he didn't want to run on the cleared paths we have been frequenting. Back to the trails we went. Although I don't like running in the snow because I worry about twisting an ankle or something even worse, I have to say today's run was much better than the last time due to these nifty devices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3x61BLgkUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/p-NgAAGjlxw/s1600-h/traction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3x61BLgkUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/p-NgAAGjlxw/s320/traction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439357501225079106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Product features&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compact; easy to stow away in a purse, briefcase, or glove compartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a pair in the car for emergencies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 replaceable Ice Diamond tungsten carbide spikes for maximum grip &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;360-degree spike pattern for more push off and lateral grip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Diamond tungsten carbide spikes provide longer wear and durability&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special rubber compound retains elasticity and fit in all temperatures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excellent during recurring freeze-thaw cycles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is the first time we've used them while running. I liked the way I didn't have to worry *as much* about the slippery spots. My footing was secure no matter how deep the snow. They fit on my shoes very well, with no fear of them falling off while running. I have black shoes so I didn't have to worry about my shoes getting marked up, as I would have worried with lighter shoes; it was a very snug fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I didn't like? Honestly, nothing that is due to the devices themselves. I just don't like running in snow. There were parts of the trail that was clear of snow and I was concerned about the spikes getting damaged, so I took them off if there was a long stretch of clear trail. I carried them in my hands and was not bothered by them in the least - very lightweight. I did notice that I had to lift my feet up farther for clearance while running, but I think that was mostly due to the snow itself. Boyd had no such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be interested in comparing these to Yaktrax which are made of steel coils as compared to the spikes on my traction devices. I would not wear the spikes any where I would come in frequent contact with pavement, which really reduces the possible usage time as compared to Yaktrax which can be worn in many more situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I had these to use while on the trails today. Will these convince me to seek out snowy trails for the added challenge? No...I think not. Will I quit shying away from any and all snow? Yes - I felt confident in these and would definitely recommend a product such as this for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5632595135289763451?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5632595135289763451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5632595135289763451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5632595135289763451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5632595135289763451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday-anti-slip-traction-aid.html' title='Everyday Anti-Slip Traction Aid'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3x61BLgkUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/p-NgAAGjlxw/s72-c/traction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7116457887101264561</id><published>2010-02-16T18:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:13:06.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow SerpentLlama</title><content type='html'>Here's what Boyd and I built in the front yard today:&lt;br /&gt;OK...I'VE TRIED TO UPLOAD THE FREAKING PHOTO LIKE 8 TIMES - IT DOESN'T SHOW UP SIDEWAYS IN MY PHOTO EDITOR BUT INSISTS ON GOING SIDEWAYS HERE. SO JUST TURN YOUR HEAD FOR THE FULL EFFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3sz9IwWT4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/8BrsCsSaLTA/s1600-h/snowllama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3sz9IwWT4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/8BrsCsSaLTA/s320/snowllama.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438998100395315074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really thought it was good snow sculpting snow, but it really wasn't sticking very well. That's OK - we built a snow serpent llama. We named him Carl. I had originally planned on making a diorama of horrific accidents, but due to the snow not sticking nor any red paint we decided on the snow serpentllama. Perhaps another snowy day you can see our diabolical genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had department meetings today. Well...actually it was supposed to be a day for school improvement, but long story short (you're welcome!) one department head decided we needed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some clever finagling by yours truly, I managed to escape the horribleness that would've been the department meeting. I threw people in front of the train, thereby escaping myself. And no - I don't feel at all guilty. I'm OK with it, actually. Rather than spent useless time blathering I managed to complete a very impressive job with a co-worker that I saved from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up. Just in case you're so inclined, I will share my list with y'all. I like to be treated as a princess on my birthday. And yes, I even wear a tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3sy3KFgwsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wPHdnh8b56s/s1600-h/bracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3sy3KFgwsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wPHdnh8b56s/s320/bracelet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438996898161672898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race Entry fees for Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;Hell - any race entry fees!&lt;br /&gt;Motel for Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;Road ID&lt;br /&gt;an Endorphin Warrior Bracelet (that's it on the side)&lt;br /&gt;Bike trainer&lt;br /&gt;bike jersey&lt;br /&gt;$$ for running clothes/shoes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say - this is the first time ever I've wanted so much athletic crap for a holiday. Another thing - I'm turning 41. I'm proud to say that I am much fitter, healthier, and better looking than when I turned 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 5th day of my running "streak." I know recovery is important, but honestly I run so slow that it's really not that different than a walk at times - I've just been taking it easy putting in the time and miles. My tempo runs and speedwork comes into play two weeks from now. Until then, I'm just enjoying the scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7116457887101264561?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7116457887101264561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7116457887101264561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7116457887101264561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7116457887101264561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-serpentllama.html' title='Snow SerpentLlama'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3sz9IwWT4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/8BrsCsSaLTA/s72-c/snowllama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5709285551052469145</id><published>2010-02-15T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:10:13.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c193/fleurdelisa/mmlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play along &lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/2010/02/manic-monday-200.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your least favorite word?&lt;/span&gt; Well they're words I won't use. I will say one starts with an N and the other starts with a C. As for my least favorite word that I will use, I don't like the word "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you go when you need really good advice?&lt;/span&gt; Depends on what I need advice about. But if I have the chutzpah to ask, my Dad has never given me bad advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could participate in any winter Olympic sport, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm...I'd love to be able to skate like the couples dance teams do. Snowboarding looks cool, too. But for me, it would have to be the Biathlon. I grew up in a shooting atmosphere, and now with my running I can totally appreciate the athleticism of slowing one's heart rate enough to hit a target. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5709285551052469145?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5709285551052469145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5709285551052469145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5709285551052469145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5709285551052469145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-393008656487691253</id><published>2010-02-14T18:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:15:20.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Today's Trek</title><content type='html'>I thought today I'd take you on a tour of where I've been running lately. With the snow I haven't been hitting my favorite trails...but I'm really enjoying where I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iQ8TZo4lI/AAAAAAAAAao/feOcxkGiX2c/s1600-h/flag+plaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iQ8TZo4lI/AAAAAAAAAao/feOcxkGiX2c/s320/flag+plaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438255915724235346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I live near the Canadian border. This picture is taken at the end of my run - where I turn around and start heading back. That bridge you see is one of the two that travels between Port Huron, MI and Sarnia, ONT. There are now two bridges - the one you see in the forefront of the photo is the "new" bridge, it opened in 1997. Interesting fact about the design - there were several designs submitted and this design came in at third place in the polls was the one chosen. First place in the polls was a duplicate bridge to the original. "Officials" didn't want to re-create history and thought the 2nd place design would overshadow the original bridge. At first, I hated the design. But it's grown on me. This bridge can be seen in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reniassance Man&lt;/span&gt; starring Danny DeVito (a car goes over the edge...it was very exciting to be there watching the whole production) and the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless The Child &lt;/span&gt;(it portrays a NYC bridge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iRKrrR0zI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dd7sRg3pceQ/s1600-h/south+of+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iRKrrR0zI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dd7sRg3pceQ/s320/south+of+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438256162758841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view from the other end of my trek (1.5 miles south of the other picture). In this photo, you can see the original bridge, which opened in 1938. I remember walking across this bridge as a Girl Scout to meet up with our Canadian counterparts and trade trinkets. That doesn't happen anymore. But there is a run held in June that goes over the bridge, a 10K. Which you have to own a passport for, and I don't. Maybe someday I'll get to do the run. Just off  the right hand side of the picture is Canada. Which amazes people not from the area for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iRfmnT5XI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SddpkJjQ6GA/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iRfmnT5XI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SddpkJjQ6GA/s320/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438256522177275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the ducks. Normally in the summer these ducks would be outnumbered by seagulls and Canadian Geese. Which are gross. The gulls scream all the time, and the geese poop. Huge log like poop. It's quite gross. All along the water are parking lots, and people will come to feed the birds. Which makes them quite aggressive. And then they poop more. For the last couple of years there has been quite a debate raging in City Hall about who should be allowed to vend hot dogs in this location. It appears as though one of the vendors "stopped" too long in one location without the proper paperwork for that "sort" of vending. So he got ticketed. Then he didn't get the proper paperwork for the next year, and the rights to this location was given to another hot dog vendor. I could go on and bore you with the details, but let me sum it up and tell you that as a veteran the original vendor can basically sell his hot dogs wherever he wishes. This was front page news, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so I don't get in any sort of legal trouble, I have to say that most of that smarty pants information about the bridges was retrieved from Wikipedia. I didn't know the exact years of stuff. I remember watching the second span being built, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-393008656487691253?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/393008656487691253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=393008656487691253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/393008656487691253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/393008656487691253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/todays-trek.html' title='Today&apos;s Trek'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3iQ8TZo4lI/AAAAAAAAAao/feOcxkGiX2c/s72-c/flag+plaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-32069265747374175</id><published>2010-02-13T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:14:26.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>30 Day Shred - Day One....again</title><content type='html'>In a previous blog I asked if anybody had any recommendations as to what I could do to convince companies I would be an awesome reviewer for their products. &lt;a href="http://therunningfatguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glenn&lt;/a&gt; (who is not fat anymore judging from the pictures he posts, IMHO) suggested I start reviewing products and then linking to my reviews via twitter. Great suggestion - I shall do exactly that! Worst case scenario I get some new followers, right? So today shall be my first review. It'll probably be a bit rough around the edges, seeing as it's my first non-&lt;a href="http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/06/cd-review-big-whiskey-and-groogrux-king.html"&gt;musical &lt;/a&gt;review. Stick with me - I'm sure I'll get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and for those that really don't care about what I'm about to review (or any other types of reviews, for that matter) don't worry. My blog will still feature lots of angst and drama. For the most part. Just as a teaser, next Friday I should have an especially juicy post for you. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - first of all, I mentioned my weight loss quest. I've really made an effort in the past few months to eliminate all processed foods from my diet. At first I told Drew it was because we eat so many preservatives that human bodies aren't rotting after death anymore because they have so many preservatives in them (totally non-scientific, just a way to explain no pop-tarts in the house). To which he replied, "but what does that matter to you - you want to be cremated." Point - Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am trying. So here are my two latest creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast this morning - raisin scones. Next time I shall make pumpkin, with ho-made pumpkin butter on them. Nifty thing about these - the raisins in them were really hard and gross when I put them in (dried out, y'know?), but in the process of cooking them became soft and delicious - and I normally hate raisins. Not today! Yummm... Here's where I got the recipe from: &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Simple-Scones/Detail.aspx"&gt;Scones&lt;/a&gt;. That is my ALL TIME favorite recipe site. The majority of delicious things I have made I found the recipe from this site. The only change I made from the original recipe I found in the suggestions at the end - I used my food processor rather than my fingers. Easy Peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cw4x66nxI/AAAAAAAAAag/K7_RKEhyf08/s1600-h/scone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cw4x66nxI/AAAAAAAAAag/K7_RKEhyf08/s320/scone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437868827104419602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my delicious dinner. Potato encrusted Cod (purchased that way...processed, I know...but still delicious!) with Massaged Kale salad. I was afraid to try this salad, but am SO GLAD I did! Even the boy who hates Kale loved it! I don't like lettuce salads, but this was absolutely delicious! You want the recipe, don't you? OK, &lt;a href="http://www.cookusinterruptus.com/index.php?video_id=124"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cw4intEWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/g8PS0u3L7UM/s1600-h/kale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cw4intEWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/g8PS0u3L7UM/s320/kale.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437868822997307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my review. I purchased the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred a few weeks back, but only did it once. I only did it once because it kicked my ass! I normally don't like workout DVD's, but this one is awesome! None of the moves are difficult to follow along with. She mixes up cardio, strength, and abs for a complete 20 minute workout (at least at Level 1) that left me sweating! My legs and arms were trembling and quads burning. I have to be honest - I couldn't do ALL the reps every time (although she does it on a time spent basis, rather than reps), but I didn't stop for more than 5 seconds at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cuqdV0N2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b-cnXqCz6Is/s1600-h/jillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cuqdV0N2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/b-cnXqCz6Is/s320/jillian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437866382038677346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked how she gave all kinds of motivational little sound bites. There are two models showing the exercises; one advanced, the other modified. I followed the modified mostly, other than some of the lunges and squats - I was kind of impressed with my leg strength for those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one DVD I will definitely be doing again - I hereby state my goal to complete the 30 day shred in a modified version (I don't really think I'm slacking, here - but please tell me if you think I am). I will do the shred on days I am not running. It will take me longer than 30 days to finish it (I'll still do each level for 10 days), but I believe this will fit my needs for cross-training on my non-running days. And...and...hopefully help with the weight loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you made it this far. I am now going to go and try to link back to my blog with twitter. Wish me luck &amp;amp; I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at a review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-32069265747374175?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/32069265747374175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=32069265747374175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/32069265747374175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/32069265747374175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/30-day-shred-day-oneagain.html' title='30 Day Shred - Day One....again'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3cw4x66nxI/AAAAAAAAAag/K7_RKEhyf08/s72-c/scone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1641761218224306386</id><published>2010-02-12T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:14:54.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellow bloggers'/><title type='text'>Sanity courtesy of Running</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm not the only one in this, but sometimes I really worry about my sanity. Things pile up until I worry I will flip out and go all bat-shit crazy. OK...if I were to be honest with you, I used to actually let the bat-shit crazy come out. But I'm an adult now. I have to maintain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really down (which I don't think will surprise anybody) and freaking out about some stuff. Today was one of those days where I was really worried that I would flip. And it would be ugly with things getting broken (that's my release of choice - breaking things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for a run. I promised myself that I would not try to do anything in terms of pace, or distance, or anything other than just get out there and hope for some endorphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it worked. It was beautiful. I feel soooo much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still the same as it was, but I just feel as though I can handle it much better than I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Glenn - thanks for the laughs - I hadn't even thought of Hank Hill...that made me laugh! Sadly enough, around these parts the only other option if fuel oil. Which smells icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents made me feel a *little* better by telling me about similar struggles when they were younger. Someday I want to be in a position where I don't have to FREAK OUT all the time about that kind of crap. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1641761218224306386?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1641761218224306386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1641761218224306386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1641761218224306386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1641761218224306386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/sanity-courtesy-of-running.html' title='Sanity courtesy of Running'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2248036852211510261</id><published>2010-02-11T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:03:00.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Trying to find the bright side!</title><content type='html'>I discovered some positive things from yesterday's debacle. Here is a short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to clean under my stove, washer, and dryer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put in new furnace filters...damn that rabbit hair really gunked the old ones up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The batteries in my thermostat were changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to wear my long johns for the first time this year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I re-discovered the true meaning of friendship when my friend came over at the last minute to be here while the gas guy was doing whatever it is he does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt what it is like to be truly cold - thereby making me more thankful for the heat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned my closet (in order to get to the hot water tank)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I snuggled on the couch with a blanket and the puppy to keep warm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized I really need to get my shit together so this doesn't happen again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I re-discovered what a great kid I have when he comforted me when I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned my kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to lack of $$ for the next little while, I will be cleaning out my kitchen cupboards of all the old canned food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there is more, but that's all I can think of for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, does anybody know how to go about getting stuff to review on the blog? I've written to companies and entered contests - the only offer I've had was for adult items which I won't review on my blog. Any suggestions, let me know! I'm thinking that by reviewing things I may be able to try out stuff I otherwise wouldn't be able to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2248036852211510261?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2248036852211510261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2248036852211510261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2248036852211510261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2248036852211510261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-to-find-bright-side.html' title='Trying to find the bright side!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1634302046026686501</id><published>2010-02-10T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:22:35.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home ownership woes'/><title type='text'>I should be having a good day.</title><content type='html'>Today is a snow day. Yay for that! Problem with snow days is I never sleep the night before them in anticipation. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem (or blessing, depends on how you look at it) with today being a snow day is the fact that like an idiot I let my propane tank run empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar with propane (as I wasn't until I had to be in charge of the damned thing), you have to call the propane company (unless you've signed up for a certain program that takes $$) and let them know they need to bring propane out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know - so you can have heat, use the gas stove, dry clothes, and have hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent Boyd out last week to check the tank. I knew it was getting low, I just wanted to know if I'd need to get it filled this  month or next. When he came in, he said there was 21%. Now you're supposed to call when it gets below 25%, but seeing as I had an unpaid bill with them (have I mentioned I'm totally out of money? All the time?), I wanted to wait until this Friday to call - Friday is payday. I knew I wouldn't be able to pay both the propane bill and my mortgage, but I really like being warm...the mortgage would have to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 21% I should have had lots of time. Come to find out, you have to "slam the lid down" to "unstick" the gauge for an accurate reading. The lady at the company thinks it was more likely at 8% last week when we checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we got home. The first snow storm of the year. Cold. Windy. As I sat in my comfy chair all buttoned in for an evening of laying awake worrying about whether or not there would be a snow day, I realized I was freakin' cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to turn the heat up. Heater didn't click on. I tried to start a burner on the stove. It didn't light. I sent the boy out to the tank. The needle was in the unmarked territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I bundled the dogs up and went to my parents house - they're out of town. We stayed there. I shall have to use another blog post to share the details of that horror. But we were warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the propane company &amp;amp; they are supposed to come out today to fill it. We have to be home, because the guy that delivers it has to perform some kind of line check and relight all my pilot lights. Which is an extra $100. Have I mentioned I didn't pay the bill the first time because I didn't have money? And now I have to come up with another $100. Crapola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at the house for 4 hours now, waiting for the guy. Currently the temperature in the house is 41 degrees. I'm cold. I'm not really enjoying this snow day - I'd almost rather be at work where it's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could possibly bring a bit of happiness back into my day is if we have another snow day tomorrow - one where the house has heat. I can feel myself being sucked under back into a black fog - I've cried more today than I have in the past 6 months. Because I'm mad at myself that I can't seem to pay my bills and have heat in my house for one of the coldest days of the year thus far. One of my "friends" said that this should be a lesson I don't forget. Yeah. An expensive lesson I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a public service announcement for all of you: if you have to check your propane tank to check the percentage remaining, slam the lid for an accurate reading. It just may save you some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1634302046026686501?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1634302046026686501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1634302046026686501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1634302046026686501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1634302046026686501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-should-be-having-good-day.html' title='I should be having a good day.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6653397199503366573</id><published>2010-02-09T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:55:28.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best friends/co-workers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got a call down to the front office today. Another teacher actually came out of her room to follow me - she said it was so cool she just had to see me when I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there, and look at what I saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436319200996160274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3Gvgq0C8xI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DjKSpzNVhgw/s320/100_2349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have the best co-workers, don't I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6653397199503366573?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6653397199503366573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6653397199503366573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6653397199503366573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6653397199503366573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-best-friendsco-workers.html' title='I have the best friends/co-workers!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3Gvgq0C8xI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DjKSpzNVhgw/s72-c/100_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4564475740829908505</id><published>2010-02-08T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:25:31.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Very Tired. Must get sleep.</title><content type='html'>Today was an incredibly long day. Thus I really don't have time for a super long post. I want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I promised y'all some pictures. In honor of picking up my two favorite dogs today for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dogsitting&lt;/span&gt;, I shall post a picture of Buster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3DG--2csKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/P3wmEEXLTgY/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3DG--2csKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/P3wmEEXLTgY/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436063535561748642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in honor of an awesome kid that got all A's last semester in his first semester of High School, here's a picture of Drew (or Boyd...whichever):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3DG_FpjDwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NRoptKoIims/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3DG_FpjDwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NRoptKoIims/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436063537386688258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. And that shall be a post. OH...except I also want to add this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a classmate from high school tonight. All I have to say is I'm glad I have a little extra meat on my bones. At least my wrinkles have some fill. She looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wayyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; older than I do. I'd rather be pleasantly plump than the alternative I saw today. This doesn't mean I'm giving up on my weight loss goals, it just means I will be thankful for who I am. And what I look like. Sorry if that sounds shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4564475740829908505?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4564475740829908505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4564475740829908505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4564475740829908505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4564475740829908505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-tired-must-get-sleep.html' title='Very Tired. Must get sleep.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S3DG--2csKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/P3wmEEXLTgY/s72-c/IMG_2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1498921172365941742</id><published>2010-02-07T18:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:43:45.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>I found a running skirt I WANT for the Cleveland HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S29P99qm67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/-3TLx7an5_Q/s1600-h/rs-red+plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S29P99qm67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/-3TLx7an5_Q/s320/rs-red+plaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435651201203366834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the one year anniversary of my decision to begin running. It was one year ago that I walked into a bakery in Chicago, bought cannelloni, and saw a flyer for Team In Training. It was then I decided that I would hit a few birds with one stone: lose weight, get active, and come back to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one year later I feel a need to reflect on my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost weight. Not nearly enough, but thus far I have lost 30 pounds. Not too shabby! I want to lose 40 more pounds before Cleveland. It is *doable* if I lose 2 pounds a week. Which is a reasonable amount of weight to lose each week. It's the consistency of that loss I wonder about. But I'm not sweating it - I figure I won't ever get there if I don't make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;goal, so there is mine. And I've written it down. At the bottom of the blog I have a weight loss tracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely more active. In fact, if I don't do some form of exercise in a day I feel guilty. I actually enjoy running, and doing other types of activities. I am going to be starting the following challenges: 200 squats, 100 push-ups, and 100 sit-ups. I am also starting my "official" training program for Cleveland tomorrow, so the activity can be marked as a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for going back to Chicago, I also did that. Twice since then, as a matter of fact - both times for running! OK - once I only went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;a marathon, but the first time I went to run.  I finished my first half marathon during that trip. I haven't really told anybody except Boyd this one, but I am planning on going back and doing the R&amp;amp;R HM this August. My planned races this year are as follows: 5K in April &amp;amp; May, Cleveland in May (HM), 10K in July, HM in August, relay marathon in October. This list can be added to, but not too bad! I've even started planning 2011 - Boyd wants to go to Seattle next year for a HM, which is a R&amp;amp;R (btw - that's Rock &amp;amp; Roll). If you do more than one in a year you get cool medals - so I'm thinking of Philadelphia and Chicago if they have another one. If Chicago doesn't have one, then probably Virginia Beach. So as you can see I really need to plan ahead for those...not only race entry fees, but some travel also involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think I've done well on my goals. I do know that without setting any goals I am less likely to accomplish anything, so I will continue to set goals for myself. And try to accomplish them as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I just want to reassure everybody that I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad &lt;/span&gt;at Allie (as per my previous post)...I'm just being a squeaky wheel. And I had nothing else to blog about. But I still think she's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1498921172365941742?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1498921172365941742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1498921172365941742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1498921172365941742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1498921172365941742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S29P99qm67I/AAAAAAAAAZw/-3TLx7an5_Q/s72-c/rs-red+plaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8264815937022466804</id><published>2010-02-06T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:01:39.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellow bloggers'/><title type='text'>Fellow Bloggers</title><content type='html'>I'd like to welcome a few new followers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi from &lt;a href="http://screamingmimitoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Screaming Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaulani from &lt;a href="http://kaulani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bigger Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://workforced.com/"&gt;Workforced&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CarrieAnn from &lt;a href="http://shineovershadow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shine Over Shadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica from &lt;a href="http://veronicamarcettidimick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chunky Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee from &lt;a href="http://skinnybitchlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cute Face/Chubby Waist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thirtyawakenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carolina Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome - I'm glad you're here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8264815937022466804?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8264815937022466804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8264815937022466804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8264815937022466804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8264815937022466804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/fellow-bloggers.html' title='Fellow Bloggers'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5248842463054010788</id><published>2010-02-05T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:38:02.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prizes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellow bloggers'/><title type='text'>Another complaint</title><content type='html'>I am here to complain today. As though I haven't done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow a hilarious blog - &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hyperbole and a Half&lt;/a&gt; - NO DON'T CLICK YET...I AM STILL TELLING MY STORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I have actually laughed so loud whilst reading Allie's blog that Boyd has came over to read over my shoulder to see what I'm reading. And now he follows, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can get an idea of how funny she is, I shall provide you with a couple of my favorites. Before I do, though - You Have to PROMISE me you'll come back (just open them in a new tab, k?) before you read all through her history. She's that funny. The &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-too-late-to-apologize-kyle-but-do.html"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; I read was in rebuttal to some guy that left a hurtful comment, Kyle. This particular one kind of scares me, 'cause I'm not just leaving a comment, I am dedicating an entire post. But I'm feeling brave, Don Pardo. And it's not as though I don't think Allie is awesome - she is. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other post that seriously made my eyes well up with tears of utter hilarity is &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-drug-addict-so-stop-thinking.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. As a teacher, I truly enjoyed reading how much of a struggle ADHD is. I know - that sounds bad...go read it - you'll see how it can be funny (yet frustrating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't think I'm totally in favor of all of Allie's posts. There was a post recently that featured &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-to-urban-street-warriorss-club.html"&gt;vandalism&lt;/a&gt;. I mean I laughed, but it was more because of her clever writing rather than the topic. I disapprove of vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my complaint. If you go ALL THE WAY to the bottom of her blog, you will see that you have an opportunity to get a reward for making it that far. And if you read her blog frequently you will realize that she is a very talented MS Paint artist. The reward says if you have made it this far in her blog she will make YOU your very own MS Paint Drawing. I mean it's not simple, you have to have the secret password and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her an email. With password. With an idea of what I am interested in. And I waited. And waited. And am still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't cause me to stop reading - she's too funny for that. But it will cause me to complain. So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5248842463054010788?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5248842463054010788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5248842463054010788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5248842463054010788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5248842463054010788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-here-to-complain-today.html' title='Another complaint'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8140102301340854729</id><published>2010-02-04T19:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:21:28.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I am watching my parent's dogs again next week. I really think this arrangement is working out well. I get to have the fun of a dog, then send it home...kind of like grand kids, I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my parents always used to say that when I was married. They loved having a grandson and spoke very highly of how much fun it was when we went home. Then we moved in with them for 7 years. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I give my parents quite a bit of credit for helping me get through the shambles that was my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they always said when we kids moved out we weren't moving back in, they welcomed my son and I into their house when we needed a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I made the decision to go to college and get a degree they helped me by watching my son after school and picking him up from various places he needed to be picked up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a job that kept me out until 7 on weeknights (not bad, in all honesty - I have been blessed) they had dinner waiting for me when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have supported me in the decisions I have made in the past and have found ways to not only help me become the independent woman I am today, but also gain back my sense of self-worth that was lost during my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that I give my son that same sense of support and show the pride I have in the young gentleman he has become. I am not only blessed with spectacular parents, but I also have a son that makes me feel such a sense of delight as I watch him grow into a kind, humorous, intelligent, and handsome young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - I'm kind of sappy today. We all have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, crud. I have some fabulous pictures I wanted to upload to this post, but blogger isn't cooperating. So that gives you something to look forward to...perhaps tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8140102301340854729?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8140102301340854729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8140102301340854729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8140102301340854729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8140102301340854729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1250167065085288146</id><published>2010-02-03T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:20:13.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you can't win for trying</title><content type='html'>Monday was the start of a new marking period (half way through the year!!). After reviewing the previous marking period's grades, I determined there had to be some big changes in my language arts class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach 7th grade language arts. Out of 25 students (shhh...don't tell the other teachers how small of a class I have!), there were 8 E's. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a look at a recent writing assignment. The majority of E's were due to not turning in homework. Now this can be because they are lazy or because they perceive the work as too hard. Judging from their work, it was obvious they were having difficulty meeting grade level expectations. This led to laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took us back a few steps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quite &lt;/span&gt;a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote an essay over the past three days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very slowly &lt;/span&gt;with lots of modeling and discussion of what we need to do when writing - stuff like how to focus (yeah...me focus...I know, right?) and what to do when starting a new paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new paragraph bit was an issue on their last assignment, so I took it slow. The topic of the paper was "Three Favorite Things," and included an introductory paragraph, a paragraph about each of the things, and a closing paragraph. Easy stuff. We wrote it together (did I mention that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, they're decent. They followed directions. One thing I realized I forgot to mention was discovered. As we did the paper I made sure to remind them when to start a new paragraph (with each new thing), we spoke about how you have to indent new paragraphs (and what that meant), and we talked about how you always have to start a sentence with a capital letter (IN 7TH GRADE, FOLKS!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention each paragraph needs to start on a new line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were turned in that had a nice "space" between sentences that would indicate indenting...but they didn't start a new line. Guess I didn't make the whole idea of a paragraph clear enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1250167065085288146?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1250167065085288146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1250167065085288146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1250167065085288146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1250167065085288146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-you-cant-win-for-trying.html' title='Sometimes you can&apos;t win for trying'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1951939034252798577</id><published>2010-02-02T20:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:25:58.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss'/><title type='text'>The Swiss</title><content type='html'>At a risk of offending my readers, I have to share a petty beef with you. Now you have to realize, I am going way overboard with my upcoming generalizations - but you'll have to admit there is a grain of truth in what I am about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; am envious of  the Swiss.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jc7cwI5_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YUpDtlDVtc4/s1600-h/swiss+watch.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jc7cwI5_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YUpDtlDVtc4/s320/swiss+watch.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433835864310999026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it. They have great chocolate, make fancy schmancy clocks and watches, breed beautiful people, have their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;, superior banking institutions, and absolutely beautiful landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all this superiority, they are neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a true democracy, with 26 separate cantons (each with their own freaking Constitution!) operating as one unified country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They founded the Red Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They yodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jdFr95mvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-a5gWPoyiZs/s1600-h/swiss+army+knife.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jdFr95mvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-a5gWPoyiZs/s320/swiss+army+knife.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836040193940210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't forget the Swiss Army knives -  don't even get me going on their army itself. Which is fabulous. And well funded. For a neutral country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you aren't offended - but honestly - what are they doing so right? What's not to hate out of pure envy? Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I'm done ranting about the Swiss. WAIT - I forgot to share with you what started this whole rant. I've always had issues with them. For the reasons listed above (and envy). But yesterday was the final straw. I went to the store for some cough drops for this nagging post nasal drip (sorry, TMI) cough. And the best ones I could find???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jdY3UicwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/o6_N7YbXuBM/s1600-h/ricola.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jdY3UicwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/o6_N7YbXuBM/s320/ricola.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433836369659196162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Swiss Ricola!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around to the end of this post - there will be a joke if you can make it that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer a great question from Roger yesterday: The key to the relay with the Detroit Marathon is that the first two legs of the race are the only ones that go into Canada. The first leg goes across the Ambassador bridge into Windsor, Ontario and the second leg comes back into America via the Detroit-Windsor tunnel (a mere 120 feet shy of a mile). Just as a quick factiod for all of you - the Ambassador bridge is the busiest crossing between the United States and Canada, the tunnel is the second busiest. The other legs of the marathon don't go into Canada, and thus don't need a passport. Thanks for asking! I'm hoping to run the final leg of the relay - thereby being the "Glory Runner." Only one person from each relay team can cross the finish line - I want that leg! But we'll see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - now for your joke. It's a knock-knock. And my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock-Knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's There?&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Lady&lt;br /&gt;Little Old Lady Who?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you could yodel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1951939034252798577?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1951939034252798577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1951939034252798577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1951939034252798577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1951939034252798577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/swiss.html' title='The Swiss'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2jc7cwI5_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YUpDtlDVtc4/s72-c/swiss+watch.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-120261113945889786</id><published>2010-02-01T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:52:23.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detroit Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treadmill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Detroit Marathon</title><content type='html'>It may be a bit too early to post this, but I am REALLY excited about it and just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyd &amp;amp; I had planned on running the Detroit Half Marathon in October. Unbeknown to us, you have to have either an enhanced drivers license or a passport as the route goes into Canada. We have neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2eFPo_qPBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oUiU-mxQrnk/s1600-h/detroit+marathon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2eFPo_qPBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oUiU-mxQrnk/s320/detroit+marathon.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433457979194752018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a new plan was hatched. I asked a couple of co-workers if they wanted to do the marathon as a relay. They did. I didn't want to leave anyone out, so I asked a few more. They did. Significant others did. It is now looking like we are going to have four teams from my workplace running the Detroit Marathon as relay teams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the people aren't even runners - they are just up for a challenge.  I was reading a blog (&lt;a href="http://write-sizing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Write-Sizing&lt;/a&gt;) and Kathleen mentioned the viral nature of runners. Too true! I just want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am very nervous of my treadmill wearing out. I've been running on it because I was using the weather, time, etc. for excuses. The treadmill is always there - and I'm starting to actually starting to enjoy it. At least I enjoy it more than not doing anything! Problem is, the belt is starting to come apart at the seam - both edges. I'm going to get some duct tape ('cause you know that fixes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, right?) and see if that will hold it together until at least March. Then I will get back outside, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-120261113945889786?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/120261113945889786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=120261113945889786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/120261113945889786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/120261113945889786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/02/detroit-marathon.html' title='Detroit Marathon'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S2eFPo_qPBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oUiU-mxQrnk/s72-c/detroit+marathon.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3796908231036462566</id><published>2010-01-26T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:07:42.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to report</title><content type='html'>Yeah...not much has been going on. Thus my lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this horrific cold/something that made me feel crappy for a week. I'm still making teakettle growly noises when I breathe. It sucks. But I am consistently getting better, so that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been flat ass broke. I've been over and over my budget and I just don't get it. Now my last deferment for student loans is over and I have to find money for that? Not there, folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note of that, I have made some great changes due to lack of finances. I haven't eaten out in almost 4 weeks. I did eat out last week when Quiz Bowl had a far away meet, but other than that I haven't. Side benefit? Weight loss. Which makes me VERY happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been running due to my illness. I got on the treadmill tonight, and it felt GREAT! The Cleveland half marathon is 108 days away...no time like the present to start training, right? Actually, I'm following the Hal Higdon plan and the "actual" plan starts Feb. 15. But they assume at that point you can run 3 miles consistently. Which I can't. Yet. I've decided to start working out on the treadmill for consistency - it's always there, never snowy, and warm. And I don't have to worry about what to wear! When possible, I will run outside, but NO EXCUSES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am approaching my 5 year anniversary at my current job/school. I started there as long term sub, getting hired in as a contract teacher the following fall. Have I mentioned I love my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I babysat my parent's puppy. Or had visitation, as I like to say. That dog is a hellion. Never stops! There old dog was also here, but he's no problem. The puppy liked to use my face as I was laying on the couch trying to recover from my illness as a launching pad to his crazed gallop around the living room. Since he's been back home my parents have mentioned how he likes to cuddle now. Hmmm...wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to blog more often (even if nothing is going on) so each post isn't a lengthy essay. I'll end this one here today...more to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3796908231036462566?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3796908231036462566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3796908231036462566&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3796908231036462566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3796908231036462566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-much-to-report.html' title='Nothing much to report'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8730442949199026642</id><published>2010-01-13T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:23:01.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Snow</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to find some way to pay for a gym membership again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Boyd &amp;amp; I went running on a local trail. This is the third time we've been running since the "snowstorm" last week, and I'm just sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S05VGRF9tTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QEf-lruMijA/s1600-h/snowy+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S05VGRF9tTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QEf-lruMijA/s320/snowy+trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426368167184020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that is a picture I took from &lt;a href="http://home.ubalt.edu/ntasblan/Favorites/Favorites.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, not a trail I actually run on. Pretty, though, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part is I don't have to worry about going fast. That's next to impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  bad part is if I keep running on ungroomed trails I'm going to twist an ankle or something. I like to think it's a great workout, but I don't want to get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our solution will have to be either run on a boring treadmill (which I am not likely to do) or start running on city sidewalks. OR...get a gym membership where they have an inside track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I will be watching my parents dogs for the next couple of weeks. Doc is 15...and failing. Buster - he's the hellion you saw in the previous posts - is a hellion. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misspell "the" almost every time as "teh"...do you think they'll ever change the spelling to make it easier for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8730442949199026642?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8730442949199026642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8730442949199026642&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8730442949199026642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8730442949199026642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/01/running-in-snow.html' title='Running in the Snow'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S05VGRF9tTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QEf-lruMijA/s72-c/snowy+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-2945567772914171415</id><published>2010-01-09T19:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:50:21.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buster'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the title is the hardest part</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd take you on a little picture tour. I'm not feeling very wordy (you're welcome!) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of the trail I run on taken last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kjBALYGvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/idJ5bN8QGnI/s1600-h/1129091234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kjBALYGvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/idJ5bN8QGnI/s320/1129091234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424905726279031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the picture of another portion of the trail from Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0ki2NqHSvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Xg4GWMXJdc/s1600-h/0106001631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0ki2NqHSvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Xg4GWMXJdc/s320/0106001631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424905540919053042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't take a picture today, but there was an additional eight inches of snow on the trail. I normally hate it when there are snowmobiles on the trail (they're not supposed to be there), but I have found as a runner I'm cool with them. Especially when they knock down a foot of snow into a manageable trail. Still great cardio, though! Totally different way of running and I don't mind being slow in the snow (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention my parents got a dog. His name is Buster. I've been wanting a dog, so I told them they have to give me visitation privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is when they got them in the beginning of November (6 weeks old in picture):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kii7__ZyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IX30N_0b0kE/s1600-h/1122091216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kii7__ZyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IX30N_0b0kE/s320/1122091216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424905209761457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kiT-VSoNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BU6MyVq2jmA/s1600-h/1208091650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kiT-VSoNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BU6MyVq2jmA/s320/1208091650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424904952689631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend when he came over for visitation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kiGThOEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bXh02noxEMU/s1600-h/0103001315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kiGThOEmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bXh02noxEMU/s320/0103001315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424904717858640482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now just for fun and shits &amp;amp; giggles (does anybody else use that expression?),&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of my rock star son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0khdKA8FHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oRVQJqBC5_s/s1600-h/cp1_0630091219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0khdKA8FHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oRVQJqBC5_s/s320/cp1_0630091219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424904010932687986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, last but not least, I told &lt;a href="http://www.goodmourningglory.com"&gt;Diane from Good Mourning Glory&lt;/a&gt; I had a picture&lt;br /&gt;of a hearse going through the McDonald's drive through. Ironic. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0khqV2VhLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WKSRVjYw_xY/s1600-h/hearse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0khqV2VhLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WKSRVjYw_xY/s320/hearse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424904237447742642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what else I find ironic? The fact that Keith Urban sings country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-2945567772914171415?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/2945567772914171415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=2945567772914171415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2945567772914171415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/2945567772914171415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-title-is-hardest-part.html' title='Sometimes the title is the hardest part'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0kjBALYGvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/idJ5bN8QGnI/s72-c/1129091234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1496030444395273655</id><published>2010-01-06T20:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:28:14.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammy Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Grammy Awards</title><content type='html'>January 31st is the Grammy Awards. I normally don't really care too much about them (unlike when I was a kid and was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;into them), nor do I even get the channel they are on. But. This year. It's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0VFslVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WXEPuHX6iaU/s1600-h/grammy2010splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0VFslVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WXEPuHX6iaU/s200/grammy2010splash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423817958475925058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listing those categories I most care about, with MY choice in bold. This year three of my favorite bands are battling it out. So I guess as long as one of them wins, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0VFzWigl2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/o6y9Lz5hzHo/s1600-h/billie+joe+bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0VFzWigl2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/o6y9Lz5hzHo/s320/billie+joe+bono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423818074763597666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 Guns by Green Day&lt;/span&gt; (this is not my favorite song from the album, but it's the on that's nominated. My favorite from the CD and the concert was East Jesus Nowhere. FYI.), Use Somebody by Kings of Leon, I'll Go Crazy if I Don't Go Crazy Tonight by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Rock Song: 21 Guns by Green Day, I'll Go Crazy...Tonight by U2, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use Somebody by Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Rock Album: 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Whiskey and the Groo Grux King by DMB&lt;/span&gt;, No Line on the Horizon by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...And...DMB is up for the following: Album of the Year.  So - if they win album of the year, I guess Green Day can win the best rock album. I truly believe that Big Whiskey is the best album I have heard this year - they really came together as a band and I believe made genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is this - I couldn't believe it when I saw the names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance: It's like a flash from the past: Bob Dylan, John Fogerty, Prince, Bruce Springsteen, and Neil Young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today I bought the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred. I've heard good reviews of it, and was looking for an at-home work out DVD. I did day 1 today and I have to say I am very pleased. It is done in segments of cardio, strength, and abs. Each workout is 20 minutes, and I was worked.out. It felt good! One problem I have with home exercise DVDs is I usually feel out of step and frustrated with the choreography. Not this one! The exercises are done for a certain amount of time (rather than repetitions) and I  was able to keep up with it. There are two "options" for different ability levels and the exercises (at least on the 1st segment) are easy to understand how to do. There are NO "do the grapevine" moves. I just don't get the grapevine. I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to get outside and go running! I've been working on the treadmill (Oh, the horror!) and doing some strength work at home, but I really was glad to get out there today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went back to the pulmonologist today. After the "meth test" (Diane, you were right - it is a methacholine challenge test!) the doctor said that I have asthma. I knew I had exercise induced asthma, but not the "day to day" kind. So I'm on some new meds and so far I've already noticed a difference! The "band" around my chest has loosened and I can finally draw a deep breath in. This will probably sound lame, but this has been an issue for the last 4 years. It used to come and go with the seasons, stress, etc. I honestly thought it was anxiety or stress and kind of ignored it. But with running I realized that my breathing was just not "normal" and something had to be done. Over Christmas break I had some very bad times and I'm really glad to finally know that I'm not crazy. At least in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1496030444395273655?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1496030444395273655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1496030444395273655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1496030444395273655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1496030444395273655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2010/01/grammy-awards.html' title='Grammy Awards'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/S0VFslVXhkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WXEPuHX6iaU/s72-c/grammy2010splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8259399787445867942</id><published>2009-12-31T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:53:31.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Happy New Years Eve!</title><content type='html'>My question about Canada (see previous post) still hasn't been answered. Does this mean nobody knows? Or cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting, however how many people commented on HIMYM - that show is too funny!! Because we don't get TV (damn digital conversion...and no, I never talk about TV without cursing about the damn digital conversion), Boyd and I have a limited number of "channels", aka TV Series box sets. Over the Christmas vacation, we went to the library and borrowed all but two of the discs for Arrested Development. Love that show (first I'd ever seen it)! Did you know the library splits seasons apart so that all the discs for a season must be rented separately? Well, they do. This public service announcement was brought to you free of charge (unlike the library DVD rental @ $1.50 a pop!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "channels" we have: Seinfeld, HIMYM, Family Guy, Scrubs, The Office, and LOTS of movies. Basically whenever they have a movie on sale for like 5 bucks we get it. Recently my brother (the one that works at a pawn shop) told me that at his work movies are $2 each and we should get them from him. Yeah...maybe. Although it does get boring watching the same shows over and over I do enjoy no commercials!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dr appointment today was quick. They want to give me some lung function test but the lady that does that was off today - which he was not happy she hadn't stuck around to give me the test before taking the day off. He did listen to me breath in a variety of ways (quick, slow, etc.) and took a chest x-ray. The x-ray looked good, nothing to worry about he said (whew...damn I was freaking out a bit!). So I'm going back on Wednesday for the lung function test. Which if my memory serves me right is called a "meth test." I could be wrong - but that's what it sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope anyone reading this has a safe and happy New Year. The change of decades is always a date that sticks out in mind...particularly this one. Remember Y2K? That year I spent sleeping on my couch after a HUGE knock-down fight with the ex. I had just let him back into the house after he had left for 4 days...I had found some incriminating evidence and pretty much knew the marriage was over (keep in mind...I stayed another 12 months - fool!). Anyhow, he got home that evening and after the argument I slept on the couch. We had purchased a live tree that year - the kind you replant after Christmas. I think the tree brought a mouse in the house (see how I rhymed - all for you, all for you!) Anyhow. As I was laying there listening to the fireworks my hand went down between the cushions of the couch. And felt nuts from the nut tray I had put out for my family. And knew there was a mouse in the couch. I am a little girl when it comes to mice - creeped.me.out all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping this New Years will be better. My friend Rachel and her husband are going to be stopping by to stay overnight on their way to Toronto - our first house guests! I'm also going to another friend's house for dinner &amp;amp; games. Don't worry about me - I won't be drinking. And I hope if any of you choose to drink tonight you don't drive. Please? That's just not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8259399787445867942?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8259399787445867942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8259399787445867942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8259399787445867942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8259399787445867942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New Years Eve!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1742655636110348691</id><published>2009-12-30T19:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:24:48.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>I Went</title><content type='html'>In my own self-absorbed manner I assume you're all waiting to find out if I went to the funeral home. Yep. Your comments really made me stop and think and I realized that it was pure selfishness that was trying to talk me out of going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and it wasn't all bad. I compared it to running in the cold (well, any weather some days!) - you really don't want to go out there and run but in the end you feel really glad you did. And that was it exactly. So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a really pressing matter. I live next to the Canadian border and there is a bridge you have to cross to get into another country. So how do they do it in North Dakota? Is there a "de-militarized" zone x number of miles from the border which there are no roads? Is there a border checkpoint there? And not just North Dakota - I'm talking all those states that don't have the natural water border like I do here. I'm sure it's a really easy answer, but one I just thought of today and didn't know the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my dr. appointment. Oddly enough, it is also the date of an 8K I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;wanted to run. I'm not doing the run. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;an annual event, though so there is always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have taken on the HUGE job of cleaning out my spare bedroom. Currently my living room is FULL of freaking boxes I pulled out of there. I'm not sure where they're going, but I don't want them back in my spare bedroom (aka library). So....tomorrow is already mapped out. But for the rest of tonight? I just got Season 4 of "How I Met Your Mother" - my evening is all planned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1742655636110348691?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1742655636110348691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1742655636110348691&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1742655636110348691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1742655636110348691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went.html' title='I Went'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-7000587170387156051</id><published>2009-12-29T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:52:53.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Go.</title><content type='html'>I'm really struggling, here. I mentioned in a previous post about some co-worker's family member's dying over the past week. So their funerals are coming up. Like tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my co-workers and I want to be supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just wondering how important it really is to go. I'm a shitty friend (I believe I've mentioned this before). It's not that I don't care, I just have a really hard time showing it in traditional ways. One of those ways being funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I relate this to my life - if it were a family member of mine, would I be hurt if somebody didn't go? No. But I'm not them - how can I know how they would feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-7000587170387156051?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7000587170387156051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=7000587170387156051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7000587170387156051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/7000587170387156051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-want-to-go.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Go.'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-438796062250290008</id><published>2009-12-28T20:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:25:38.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>So I went to the dr's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ENT dr thinks that one of my meds is irritating my throat. He shoved this weird thing down my nasal cavity to look at my voice box. Creeped.me.out. But he said everything appears to be normal. So I'm going off the inhaled steroids and taking a tablet thing for my asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My g.p. looked at me like I was a lunatic. Actually, he didn't even take me seriously until I told him that after a year of running I was still doing a 14-15 minute mile (due to my breathing). He gave me a breathing treatment, and there was no improvement after the treatment. So he's sending me to a pulmonologist. Which on the one hand is scary, but on the other hand this has been going on WAY too long. I haven't mentioned it before, but this is an ongoing thing. So there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been finalizing my New Years Resolutions. I have to be honest - I don't think I've ever taken them as seriously as I am this year. I'm approaching it from a special education teacher perspective. (have I mentioned I'm certified to teach students with learning disabilities? No? Hmmm...Well, I am.) By that, I mean I am writing goals for myself that are specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and timely. I am so proud of myself for last year's success that I am taking this very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-438796062250290008?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/438796062250290008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=438796062250290008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/438796062250290008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/438796062250290008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3516427605111548737</id><published>2009-12-27T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:57:04.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Sunday</title><content type='html'>I have great envy for all the people that have snow. Here in my neck of the woods, we have COLD weather but NO SNOW! Isn't that the reward for the cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody had a great Christmas. It was very nice in my family. Boyd (aka Drew) got all the gifts he most wanted (Doc Marten boots, electric guitar, assorted odds and ends). I scored a pair of  running gloves for this crappy weather and some pots for the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of Christmas? All the freaking cookies and candy. I swear I've gained 5 pounds in the past couple of days. Seriously. I think I'll be throwing it all away for trash day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have dr appointments tomorrow. One is just a normal check-up. The other one is for this crazy breathing thing I've got going on. I can't breath. I always feel like I'm choking and I can't get enough air in. Yesterday I was kind of scared, but I knew I had an appointment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my workplace there have been three deaths that have affected my co-workers. What a sucky time of year for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - I almost forgot! I had a HORRIBLE computer virus. The geek at Best Buy said he could fix it for $199.99. I almost fainted. I managed to fix it myself for 12.99 (the cost of a new flash drive). Oh - and $50 for anti-virus protection. I guess I've been lucky that this is the first time I've had a virus seeing as I've been surfing around un-protected for a few years now. Don't worry, though - I have a year subscription now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that guy I emailed? He emailed me back one time and then never again. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3516427605111548737?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3516427605111548737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3516427605111548737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3516427605111548737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3516427605111548737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-sunday.html' title='Slow Sunday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4447081117230113391</id><published>2009-12-21T18:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:37:39.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Musical Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodmourningglory.com/2009/12/musical-monday-ramones-christmas.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+goodmourningglory%2FXSNA+%28Good+Mourning%2C+Glory%21%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Musical Monday, Hosted by Diane!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SzAGZZTfCII/AAAAAAAAAXo/6kaeHqqxabs/s1600-h/musicalmonday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SzAGZZTfCII/AAAAAAAAAXo/6kaeHqqxabs/s320/musicalmonday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417837385085814914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chose my favorite Christmas song. I actually had it all ready to go and saved as a draft. No fooling! But I guess that just goes to show great minds think alike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go to my second favorite Christmas song - Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses. I became familiar with both these songs due to a Christmas CD I had at one time - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Edge-Christmas-Various-Artists/dp/B000001J70"&gt;The Edge of Christmas&lt;/a&gt;. While I still have the CD case, I no longer seem to be able to find the CD itself. Bummer. Anyhow, enjoy the music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyEztz6nY9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyEztz6nY9Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - now that we're done with that. I have been lazy today. I did manage to go for a run, though. I actually ran faster than I've ever ran before. Not for a good reason, though...there was a scary guy on the trail and I just wanted to get away. My son was with me, but due to his ability to run much faster than I, he was out of sight. So I booked it just to get in a more populated place. Nothing to fear, I'm sure - but I didn't want to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some Christmas cookies. Tomorrow I will post a picture of all my hard work. I like to make cookies, but don't like to have them around. So I make them and give trays away to my friends. Win-Win, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have had some correspondence with a guy from an online site. I only mention this because if I ever actually meet him there will be mention made here online so I don't want it to be a total shocker. I tried to meet one other guy online last year, but got stood up. So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going Christmas shopping tomorrow (about time, right?). But for now - Drew and I are watching "Becoming John Malkovich" on DVD. Weird movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4447081117230113391?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4447081117230113391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4447081117230113391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4447081117230113391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4447081117230113391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/musical-monday.html' title='Musical Monday'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SzAGZZTfCII/AAAAAAAAAXo/6kaeHqqxabs/s72-c/musicalmonday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-6746094801140660576</id><published>2009-12-20T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:40:37.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>Whew. Today was stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my brother's birthday. My mother decided to go out to dinner tonight for his birthday celebration. I should mention my parents own a store and this is their busiest time of the year. So we had to wait until the store closed. My Dad takes my son shopping every year as a guys night out type of thing. So they already had plans to go shopping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried to jam everything in, including my original plans of meeting friends for a &lt;a href="http://wineabout.pressdemocrat.com/default.asp?item=390308"&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Jerry&lt;/a&gt; at a local establishment. It's a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy7f9nX4PSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AA9fK4m2OoE/s1600-h/tom+and+jerry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy7f9nX4PSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AA9fK4m2OoE/s320/tom+and+jerry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417513651407437090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, plans were really screwed up. Nobody got what they wanted (well, I got a few drinks, but they came with stress). The mall closed before my son could go shopping, I had to take my brother with me to the bar, and my Mom acted weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to give my brother a ride home. I try to avoid being alone with him for extended periods of time due to concerns about my blood pressure becoming elevated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes shit up. All the way home he was talking about this surfboard he has, and how he's going to start "hanging 10" again this summer. Um. We live in Michigan. Near the St. Clair RIVER, for crying out loud!! I can see boogie boarding, but SURFING?!?!?! With a 9'6" board? Then he starts talking about how he sold his wetsuit and needs to get a new one and WTF???? Dude. He has a great imagination is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I made it through the ride home, my son will go shopping again with Grandpa, and hopefully my Mom can get a good nights sleep (to cure her weirdness). And me? I'm sure to get a good night's sleep after enjoying the companionship of my friends and the warm belly from a couple of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-6746094801140660576?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6746094801140660576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=6746094801140660576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6746094801140660576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/6746094801140660576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy7f9nX4PSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/AA9fK4m2OoE/s72-c/tom+and+jerry.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3575228253929220614</id><published>2009-12-19T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:32:38.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>I feel a need to brag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy2Md66a5sI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tu-sL0fxZm0/s1600-h/improvement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy2Md66a5sI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tu-sL0fxZm0/s320/improvement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417140372454958786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.dawnsdictionarydrama.com/comics/2008-10-06-Improvement.jpg"&gt;photo credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I just have to share. Many of you have been through all my bitching about how slow I am. Now I don't want anybody to get all excited, I'm still slow. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a 13:46 minute mile! I know that's no big deal in the world of 8 &amp;amp; 9 minute miles. But coming from my 16 minute average at the beginning of November, I feel pretty damn good about myself. I've been working on fartleks and ending my run (at least the last quarter mile) at the fastest pace I can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's working. Not only that, my endurance is showing improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I can offer any words of encouragement to anybody thinking about running or disappointed with their progress, let me just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can do it, so can you. Seriously. I always watched runners and envied them. It's been almost a year since I made the decision to become a runner. I have come from not being able to run for 1 minute to running 2 miles pretty consistently. I've gone from 20 minute miles to an average of 14:40 (again - not FAST, but pretty good for me!). I've gone from being a slug to being a RUNNER. An athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3575228253929220614?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3575228253929220614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3575228253929220614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3575228253929220614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3575228253929220614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-need-to-brag.html' title='I feel a need to brag'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy2Md66a5sI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tu-sL0fxZm0/s72-c/improvement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-8719816202279374361</id><published>2009-12-19T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:20:04.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>16 Days</title><content type='html'>Sixteen days of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the next two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean spare bedroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get firewood for basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plan for Drew's party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean garage of all trash (take it to the dump, get rid of electrical crap &amp;amp; tires the old homeowner left behind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;organize storage room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid eating cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go running every other day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make FIRM budget for next year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;general housecleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog more frequently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get up off my ass and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent WAY too long rereading old posts. I advise anybody with the time to do this - it really brought the past year back to me. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on an extra special post in honor of my 1st anniversary as a blogger. I've toyed with the idea of redoing my blog layout, but honestly I like the one I have. And I read most of my blogs through Google reader, anyhow - I figure others do, as well so what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - I'm off to be productive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-8719816202279374361?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8719816202279374361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=8719816202279374361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8719816202279374361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/8719816202279374361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/16-days.html' title='16 Days'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-4651094941786018614</id><published>2009-12-17T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:04:32.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singledom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Syri2lhZsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8OAL4g4jR9U/s1600-h/divorce-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Syri2lhZsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8OAL4g4jR9U/s400/divorce-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416390929279464210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a pretty hard time of year for me. I keep thinking I'm OK, then shit happens (btw - not to get off topic, but have you ever noticed that OK looks like a stick person laying down? hmmm? and that 3.14 looks like pie written backwards? Yeah...there's facebook fan groups for those. Thank heavens for social networking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops...sorry...got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I'm coming up on an anniversary. On December 20th, 2000 I left my ex-husband. It was not planned, it came up in a *hurry* that morning and I left for my safety (and sanity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that time I've accomplished alot. Got an Associates, Bachelors, and most recently a Masters degree. Good job? Check. Bought a house. Have the world's best son. Most recently, ran a half marathon and am getting ready for another in the spring. All things I couldn't have done with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that I miss him. AT.ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me is singledom. Tonight I went to my son's band holiday concert. Alone. Again. I know I'm not the only one in this position. I also know that what may look great from the outside can really be crap when nobody is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate doing all this stuff alone. And I hate the way I am so socially incompetent I can't strike up a casual conversation with people so at least I don't look awkward all alone. But that's for another post. For today, I'd just like to say that as much as I love my life, I miss what I had pictured my life to be. And that picture didn't have me sitting alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-4651094941786018614?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/4651094941786018614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=4651094941786018614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4651094941786018614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/4651094941786018614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/singledom.html' title='Singledom'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Syri2lhZsxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8OAL4g4jR9U/s72-c/divorce-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-1717947614044142959</id><published>2009-12-12T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:31:38.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMB'/><title type='text'>DMB in 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty excited today. DMB (that's the Dave Matthews Band for those of you that may be new) has a new movie out (with other bands, but I don't care so much) in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SyOpD9GXbQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XFGUI8-fjno/s1600-h/dmb+in+3d.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SyOpD9GXbQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XFGUI8-fjno/s400/dmb+in+3d.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414357062435433730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie wasn't going to be within 400 miles of me last I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theaters have been added (honestly I think it was a marketing ploy), and it will be at my local theater...less than 15 miles away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, it will only be out for one week. I'm definitely going today, but I'd also like to go during the day one day next week. I have a very strong feeling the theater will be empty then, which would mean I can sing and dance in the aisles. Oh - who am I kidding? I'm gonna dance and sing no matter how many others are in the theater!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...last night was my work party. Prior to this I had only read/heard about those work parties where everybody lets their hair down. Now I've lived it. I left early, though - so who knows what happened after I left?? Drunk teachers can be scary. Not those I normally drink with ('cause they're cool like that&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and some read this blog&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;), but some of the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-1717947614044142959?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1717947614044142959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=1717947614044142959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1717947614044142959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/1717947614044142959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/dmb-in-3d.html' title='DMB in 3D'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SyOpD9GXbQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XFGUI8-fjno/s72-c/dmb+in+3d.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-3732016768514824565</id><published>2009-12-10T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:02:29.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaack!!</title><content type='html'>So just to give you a glimpse into my psyche...I haven't been blogging because I've been too freaking lazy to actually draw a winner for the iTunes gift card. That's what kind of slacker I am. First I wanted to use that magical Internet random thing to choose a winner...didn't get done. So then I thought I would write everybody's name on a slip of paper and videotape my son drawing a winner out of a hat. The actual act of getting the video camera out was just exhausting. So I did the name draw, but didn't get a video. You'll have to take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is....&lt;a href="http://www.goodmourningglory.com/"&gt;Diane from Good Mourning Glory&lt;/a&gt;!! Congrats! If you don't know Diane, I urge you to go check her out. She is one of the nicest bloggers I "know" and has very eclectic taste in stuff. And - I have to say I admire her for all she does for her family. She's awesome - go now, I'll wait for you to come back............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've taken care of that bit of business I can get on with my blogging life! Whew - I wanted to have a contest, but I had no idea how immobilizing it would be for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how other things have been going in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's COLD out - this hampers my running. I have made it out there, but missed the last two scheduled training runs. On the plus side I have been getting up a half hour earlier (at four fucking thirty!) to walk/run on the treadmill. I abhor treadmills. I'm kind of OK walking on one, but I HATE running on a treadmill. It's noisy, boring, hot, and unforgiving when I want to slow down. I have a old one that the incline doesn't work on, nor does the display screen that shows how far/fast/long I've been on it. Better than nothing, but not nearly as good as running outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy at work. I've also been bitchy at work. Don't know why. Not towards the students, just in general. So there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no money for Christmas. This seems to be the consensus of many bloggers I follow, so I guess I feel better knowing I'm not the only one. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an activity night at school. I was in charge of the Guitar Hero room. As I was getting ready to play a song a student asked me if I was easy. Obviously a joke was rightthereonthetipofmytongue but that wouldn't have been appropriate. I had no idea what he was talking about, so just said no and continued on with setting up the song. Then he said, "oh you play on medium!" Whew. I was worried about what he may have heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though when I revisit my new years goals from last year I will have only miserably failed at one of them. Which sucks, but not as bad as if I'd failed at all of them (like I have in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. I'm back, and I missed blogging. It was the responsibility of the contest. Taught me a lesson. I sure do LOVE when other bloggers have contests, but I don't know if I can handle that kind of responsibility any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the hiccups off and on all day. Each time I was unable to get rid of them by using &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/erica-heinz/how-to-cure-the-hiccups_b_350835.html"&gt;breathing techniques&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm still tired of having them all day. Just wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-3732016768514824565?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/3732016768514824565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=3732016768514824565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3732016768514824565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/3732016768514824565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack!!'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630983290029261885.post-5070497793677405054</id><published>2009-11-23T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:00:43.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><title type='text'>Musical Monday (or day 23 of my failed NaBloPoMo)</title><content type='html'>I do love Musical Mondays - I get to see all kinds of videos I've never thought of viewing before and share some I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SwsF6h0YYvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/B2HFULqMEQE/s1600/musicalmonday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SwsF6h0YYvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/B2HFULqMEQE/s320/musicalmonday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407422280657036018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual - today I've chosen a DMB song. The theme is happiness. How can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be happy after watching this video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May I now present the Dave Matthews Band - Everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SwsFjUvwNpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mr7H4EOafds/s1600/everyday.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SwsFjUvwNpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mr7H4EOafds/s400/everyday.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407421882010973842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMBgSfQI49E"&gt;You have to click here to view - embedding was disabled by request. Sorry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - now it's your turn. Post your happy song and go &lt;a href="http://www.goodmourningglory.com/2009/11/musical-monday-open-happiness.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+goodmourningglory%2FXSNA+%28Good+Mourning%2C+Glory%21%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to link to it (hosted by Diane of Good Mourning Glory - she's got an awesome Peace &amp;amp; Coexistence theme going on right now. Good stuff!). Oh...and leave me a comment so I can see what's moving you this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for some cool stuff. First off, I have an iTunes winner to announce. And another big announcement. A life changing kind of announcement. Complete with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/193/B0D5EFB8D8915AC2068AF4CF40EE9D61.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630983290029261885-5070497793677405054?l=myobyall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5070497793677405054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630983290029261885&amp;postID=5070497793677405054&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5070497793677405054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630983290029261885/posts/default/5070497793677405054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myobyall.blogspot.com/2009/11/musical-monday-or-day-23-of-my-failed.html' title='Musical Monday (or day 23 of my failed NaBloPoMo)'/><author><name>sAm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01884692135194912701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/Sy4kQ7OvmfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YbgI9hUQ-VI/S220/100_0421.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgDzKH6Vo7Q/SwsF6h0YYvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/B2HFULqMEQE/s72-c/musicalmonday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
