<?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-5095953474961824907</id><updated>2011-11-07T23:32:23.023-06:00</updated><category term='the list'/><category term='nablopomo09'/><category term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>PekaBoo Smiles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-6039397013443004867</id><published>2011-11-05T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:56:01.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E is for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;England&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's a country. One that I want to go to again. I'm sure I'll be naming various cities in England throughout the month, but let's just drive this point home. I love me some England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Easter Island&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... so i just want to see the big stone heads. Sorry, the Moai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the history of this place would be amazing to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elizabethtown, Kentucky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, if they've named a town after me, I should grace them with my presence. Oh wait, I've already been there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6039397013443004867?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6039397013443004867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-is-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6039397013443004867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6039397013443004867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-is-for.html' title='E is for ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8846808652335028616</id><published>2011-11-04T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:32:49.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Denmark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I would love to go here is because I've read that it's&amp;nbsp;considered one of&amp;nbsp;the happiest and least corrupt countries in the world - thanks you Wikipedia! Plus, I've got Viking blood in me, so I'd like to visit some of the s&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;candinavian countries.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I would like a Danish ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dublin, Ireland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm friends with 'becca. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that there is actually a place called Dawson's Creek somewhere in Canada? Interesting. Not on the list, but interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8846808652335028616?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8846808652335028616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/d-is-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8846808652335028616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8846808652335028616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/d-is-for.html' title='D is for ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4570104517722498120</id><published>2011-11-04T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:20:09.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHICAGO, of course! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, well yea it doesn't really belong on this list, but I do love this city :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colorado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that this is a state, but everytime I've been there I have loved it. wouldn't mind going back when I get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4570104517722498120?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4570104517722498120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4570104517722498120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4570104517722498120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-is-for.html' title='C is for ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-6455002933642789867</id><published>2011-11-04T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:21:49.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boston&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, weird, right? I've never been there but it's one of those iconic American cities with a rich history and I would like to get there at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bath, England&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been there before, but I would love to go back. It's a beautiful town and getting to see the Roman Baths again is something I would love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;British Columbia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen pictures of this place? Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bermuda&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream about Bermuda the other day, which is why it's on the list. Basically I'd like to say I survived the Bermuda Triangle. I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Barcelona, Spain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really thought about going to Barcelona much, but the pictures are beautiful and it popped into my head just now. I'll have to look more into that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6455002933642789867?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6455002933642789867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6455002933642789867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6455002933642789867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-is-for.html' title='B is for ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7687409628185376007</id><published>2011-11-04T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:34:40.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Athens, Greece&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always found history so intriguing. I'm one of those nerds who could sit and watch the history channel for hours. Maybe that's why I've always been so interested in ghost stories - they are history based tales wrapped up in spooky, creepy packages. Perfect! Anyway, my desire to go to Athens isn't based on my love of a good ghost story, but it is because of my love of the past. Going to one of the world's oldest cities, getting to see the Parthenon (and not just the one in Nashville) - imagining what life was like back then, it doesn't need to be spooky to send chills up your spine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to someday take an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alaskan Cruise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I've never been on a cruise before, but I think that the beauty of the soundings would be amazing. I could have just put down Alaska - but I don't know if there is a town/city in Alaska that I'd like to visit. I've just heard it beautiful there, but I've never heard of it's beauty being linked to one particular city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone ever finds &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'm so there ...&amp;nbsp;most likely in scuba gear. &lt;br /&gt;(and no, I don't mean the strip club.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7687409628185376007?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7687409628185376007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7687409628185376007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7687409628185376007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-for.html' title='A is for ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2681627842916227931</id><published>2011-11-04T11:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:45:39.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changing my mind ...</title><content type='html'>So when I jumped into this year's NaBloPoMo, I had no idea what I was doing. I need some sort of focus or else I'm lost. It's not that I can't think of anything to say, there is just too much swirling around in this head of mine to randomly pick out something new each day. So, I've been trying to think of a way to make this work a little better for me ... then I had an idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel and I haven't been able to do much of it at all recently, but there are a million places that I would love to see (yes, i counted ... ok, that is&amp;nbsp;a lie). So I've decided to&amp;nbsp;make my AlphaNoBloPoMo into a list of places I'd like to go. So, while I'll leave my sad excuse of posts from earlier this week up, I'm going to start again at A, just so A-C doesn't feel left out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you think I've missed an amazing place, let me know about it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2681627842916227931?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2681627842916227931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2681627842916227931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2681627842916227931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/changing-my-mind.html' title='changing my mind ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2488788494376507379</id><published>2011-11-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:43:14.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>babies</title><content type='html'>there&amp;nbsp;has been an ever-increasing number of my friends popping out miniatures lately. did oprah have some sort of giveaway? &lt;strong&gt;"you get a baby ... you get a baby ... EVERYONE GETS A BAAAAABY!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for the record, i'm not saying this is a bad thing. i love babies and i, myself, would like to have a family someday - however&amp;nbsp;i could do without the constant reminder that my biological clock is clattering away. it just makes me wonder what's been in the water this past year. (ok, nevermind ... see now if i were a better blogger, i could have worded that differently therefore avoiding that look on your face right now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the letter "c" ... oh geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2488788494376507379?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2488788494376507379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/babies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2488788494376507379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2488788494376507379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/babies.html' title='babies'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-5708026062419946744</id><published>2011-11-01T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:48:09.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>absence of structure</title><content type='html'>So, this year's NaBloPoBlo is a bit different. Instead of topics, each day is assigned a letter. This makes it much more difficult for us non-bloggers, but I'll give give it a try ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... absolutely nothing is coming to mind. bring on "b" ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-5708026062419946744?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5708026062419946744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/absence-of-structure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5708026062419946744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5708026062419946744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/absence-of-structure.html' title='absence of structure'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4850583775221546556</id><published>2010-11-09T01:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:49:29.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is brought to you by the letter "S" ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;superb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep it up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;superb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squash&lt;br /&gt;silk&lt;br /&gt;soy&lt;br /&gt;sand&lt;br /&gt;starfish&lt;br /&gt;static&lt;br /&gt;stationary&lt;br /&gt;staples&lt;br /&gt;stone&lt;br /&gt;sausage&lt;br /&gt;sister&lt;br /&gt;synonym&lt;br /&gt;system&lt;br /&gt;stairs&lt;br /&gt;stuff&lt;br /&gt;stuck&lt;br /&gt;socks&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;smooch&lt;br /&gt;smack&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sassafras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stab&lt;br /&gt;scab&lt;br /&gt;scribble&lt;br /&gt;sounds&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and with that I take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sincerly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4850583775221546556?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4850583775221546556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-brought-to-you-by-letter-s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4850583775221546556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4850583775221546556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-brought-to-you-by-letter-s.html' title='Today is brought to you by the letter &quot;S&quot; ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2592945514537695226</id><published>2010-11-08T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:30:33.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The clip-on tie ...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a lovely 4 years in Catholic High School, I know how to properly tie an actual tie. Clip ons are for wimps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2592945514537695226?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2592945514537695226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/clip-on-tie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2592945514537695226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2592945514537695226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/clip-on-tie.html' title='The clip-on tie ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2920874489839355723</id><published>2010-11-07T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:25:31.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite food at Thanksgiving dinner ...</title><content type='html'>Usually I'd answer with one word. Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However seeing as turkey is all I've really been able to eat the past month, I'm kind of gobbled out. So I'm going to have to go with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't know what it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this corn bread and corn ... it's just a dish full of yummy. I still can't figure out which of my aunts make it. That's my goal this Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2920874489839355723?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2920874489839355723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/favorite-food-at-thanksgiving-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2920874489839355723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2920874489839355723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/favorite-food-at-thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='Favorite food at Thanksgiving dinner ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-268624746270085528</id><published>2010-11-06T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:21:03.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasure ...</title><content type='html'>Cake Batter Ice Cream from Cold Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-268624746270085528?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/268624746270085528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-guilty-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/268624746270085528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/268624746270085528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Guilty Pleasure ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7387052999732914991</id><published>2010-11-05T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:18:04.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>35 goals</title><content type='html'>In no particular order ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get this damn gall bladder taken out!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go back to London.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;4. Laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Start a business with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to more concerts.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to more Blackhawks games.&lt;br /&gt;8. Visit 'becca and Marlana more often.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a new car.&lt;br /&gt;10. MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to my grandma's in florida for a week to relax and read the entire Harry Potter series over again.&lt;br /&gt;12. Loose 20lbs.&lt;br /&gt;13. Visit Santorini&lt;br /&gt;14. Figure out what I want out of life.&lt;br /&gt;15. Stop worrying so much.&lt;br /&gt;16. Find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have hot chocolate and beignets at Cafe du Monde&lt;br /&gt;19. Go all out for halloween one year&lt;br /&gt;20. Go to a Bears game.&lt;br /&gt;21. Plant flowers&lt;br /&gt;22. Take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;23. Gain more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;24. Truly accept that perfection does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;25. Visit Lesley more.&lt;br /&gt;26. Take a cooking class.&lt;br /&gt;27. Visit the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;28. Go on another Ghost tour.&lt;br /&gt;29. Hug more.&lt;br /&gt;30. See the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;31. Go to a play.&lt;br /&gt;32. Get a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;33. Watch the sunset over the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;34. Turn 34.&lt;br /&gt;35. Visit British Columbia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7387052999732914991?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7387052999732914991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/35-goals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7387052999732914991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7387052999732914991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/35-goals.html' title='35 goals'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1835304648218506065</id><published>2010-11-04T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:53:39.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My life predictions for 2011</title><content type='html'>In 2011, I will ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh. cry. smile. scream. hurt. love. eat. wink. drink. talk. text. cook. travel. drive. fly. walk. run. bleed. sweat. breathe. shower. roam. work. cough. read. blink. see. listen. smell. write. sleep. shop. hate. break. create. win. lose. trust. believe. question. doubt. touch. relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1835304648218506065?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1835304648218506065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-predictions-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1835304648218506065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1835304648218506065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-predictions-for-2011.html' title='My life predictions for 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8936661025051857056</id><published>2010-11-03T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:31:28.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i could be more like ...</title><content type='html'>Ingrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, Ingrid is my mother's step-mom, making her my step-grandmother. I don't like saying that though. In a sense that word ... "step" ... doesn't allow the tremendous impact she's had on our lives to shine through. In my family, we don't use the word "step" - there is no need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid is one of those people that makes you believe there is true good in this world. In my entire life, I've never seen her actually get angry. She's the support system of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no matter how old we get - will never forget to give us a birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... will throw a spur of the moment family dinner simply because she misses us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no matter how chaotic our lives may get, won't let us forget that family is truly what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... keeps our family traditions going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... will drop anything to help you - without you asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with one look, will make you realize you swore ... and feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid is the one that, when my grandfather died, would go into the other room to cry ... because she didn't want to upset anyone. She always puts others first ... even when we don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should be so lucky to have someone like her in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8936661025051857056?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8936661025051857056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-i-could-be-more-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8936661025051857056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8936661025051857056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish-i-could-be-more-like.html' title='I wish i could be more like ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8713747784569392977</id><published>2010-11-02T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:02:36.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured Menu Items ...</title><content type='html'>... and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I opened my own restaurant I would want it to feature a little bit of everything. I think I'm going to call it - "&lt;strong&gt;GarliCity&lt;/strong&gt;" ... sounds chic and I could make a fantabulous logo for it. And that has nothing to do with what items I'd like to feature on the menu, so let me get back on track ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;APPETIZERS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinach-Artichoke Dip&lt;/strong&gt; - creamy and cheesy. Served with your choice of tortilla chips or toasted bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozzarella Sticks&lt;/strong&gt; - your choice of dipping sauce - marinara or bbq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breadsticks&lt;/strong&gt; - your choice of dipping sauce marinara or garlic butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ENTREES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Scampi&lt;/strong&gt; - Chicken, bell peppers, onions and angel hair pasta with an italian seasoned sauce. it's a wonderfully healthy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Jambalaya&lt;/strong&gt; - served over your choice of white or brown rice. (I just made this once, a little over a month ago (when I could still eat spicy food) - I can't remember what was in it, but it was fabulous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepper Steak&lt;/strong&gt; served over a bed of white or brown rice with seasoned mixed veggies on the side. served with a whole wheat roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ ____ 'Wich&lt;/strong&gt; - your choice of pulled pork, chicken or beef. served with fries (want onion rings instead? ... just $1 more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey Chipotle Crispy Chicken Crispers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .... no, ok, so I am &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; craving Chili's right now. moving on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESSERT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gelato&lt;/strong&gt; - in every flavor imaginable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Giant Cupcake&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;u&gt;choose your cake:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; chocolate, white, red velvet, lemon or banana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;choose your frosting:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;vanilla, chocolate, cream cheese, banana, lemon, caramel, butterscotch, mint, peanut butter or strawberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; - (i hear people like that crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt; - chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, mint, cake batter, moose tracks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;... must stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8713747784569392977?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8713747784569392977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/featured-menu-items.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8713747784569392977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8713747784569392977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/featured-menu-items.html' title='Featured Menu Items ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4900112295346496731</id><published>2010-11-01T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:15:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe my calling in life is/was ...</title><content type='html'>Well, considering this site has seen no action since, what, January - we all know it's certainly not to be a professional blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to start off this year's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt; with a truly insightful and somewhat humorous post ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yea, I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't think I have an answer to this. I may have missed the call and they didn't leave a message. I've never really thought about what my calling in life is, I've always just tried to find the purpose in each day as it comes along. Now I'm going to have to really think about this ... and I'll let you guys know if I come up with that witty, insightful answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4900112295346496731?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4900112295346496731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-my-calling-in-life-iswas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4900112295346496731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4900112295346496731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-my-calling-in-life-iswas.html' title='I believe my calling in life is/was ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-934233162725155708</id><published>2010-01-19T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:34:06.956-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>What keeps you going when you just want to quit?</title><content type='html'>back to blogging, here i go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. i can do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always been very easy for me to give up on things, i would get to a certain point and say to myself "what are you doing? why are you trying? you're just setting yourself up to fail." yea, my mind worked against me a lot. yet, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; realized that i wasn't giving myself a chance to succeed. i was too afraid of failure, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; end up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sabotaging&lt;/span&gt; myself. i need to allow myself to make mistakes. one mistake does not equal failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. my peeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that's right. YOU! having a support system always helps. having people around you saying "damn, this s*** is hard!" or "i can't feel my legs"- helps to remind me that, yes, it's tough. it's tough for everyone, not just me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the only one looking at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; going - "um, my body doesn't do that!" do the squats and then go to friends for a &lt;em&gt;healthy&lt;/em&gt; dinner and vent about how you want to throw the skinny chick with the spandex into lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;michigan&lt;/span&gt;. there is a good ebb and flow when you know other people that are working towards the same goal. you can complain to each other, laugh at how ridiculous you feel doing hip circles and hydrants, exchange stories of recently discovered muscles, all while encouraging each other to continue on and stay on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. the numbers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the dreaded number go down ... that's a fabulous feeling. an accomplished feeling. it gives you proof that what you are doing is working. plus, having to report those numbers to the peeps mentioned above, helps keep me on track. most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. the mirror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see what others see. the other day, i was told by a friend that i was beautiful. i laughed at him. not to be rude, but because i just don't see it. i try. i look in the mirror and i just don't see it. i want to reach a point where i am happy with myself. there isn't a number or size connected to my happiness - just a feeling. if i know that i am working on getting healthy and taking good care of myself, then hopefully that girl in the mirror will be able to say "hell yea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; beautiful!" ... but i'll probably still laugh when i say it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-934233162725155708?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/934233162725155708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-keeps-you-going-when-you-just-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/934233162725155708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/934233162725155708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-keeps-you-going-when-you-just-want.html' title='What keeps you going when you just want to quit?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1215634510542270680</id><published>2009-12-17T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:37:38.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>thursday's thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping today ... which is really hard to do when you don't have any money. since i spent the entire day walking around i decided that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; give myself a break tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just too tired and lazy to work out tonight. i need to find a way not to lose my motivation. it's amazing how something can inspire you one day then depress you the next. i know what i want, but it's hard to not fall into that "that's nice, but completely impossible" mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a positive note, i went to my cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isabelle's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; program on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. i swear she is the most adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; in the world. while there, i was asked by no less than 4 members of my family if i had lost weight and was told that i looked great. i think it was a trick of whatever i was wearing that night. so what did i do? celebrated with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wendy's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. delicious, but not the smartest move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1215634510542270680?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1215634510542270680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursdays-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1215634510542270680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1215634510542270680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursdays-thoughts.html' title='thursday&apos;s thoughts'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4308178632714664048</id><published>2009-12-10T22:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:05:15.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the list'/><title type='text'>witty list-title to come later ...</title><content type='html'>taking a page out of the book of '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; made a list of things that i want to accomplish in this, my 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year on this planet. eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. send out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; cards.&lt;/strong&gt; sounds easy enough, right? yet i haven't done it in years! this will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. do something that scares me.&lt;/strong&gt; this just sounds interesting. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. go to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blackhawks&lt;/span&gt; game in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;detroit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; this may just be the thing that scares me. my friend and i have been talking about it for a couple years now, but i haven't gone. we have friends that live near the D, so it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. attempt to make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;madelines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; i love these french cookies! i ate them everyday for breakfast in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;london&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been wanting to make them for years, but haven't gotten around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. get my portfolio website up.&lt;/strong&gt; i say this every year. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten as far as designing the homepage, which now needs to be redesigned anyway. i have plenty of friends to help ... so i don't really have an excuse to not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. have a party.&lt;/strong&gt; :)  because i know fabulous people ... they should mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. journal my 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year.&lt;/strong&gt; stole this one from '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;. i like the idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. try 13 new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a cooking rut. i need to try some new things. now accepting suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. get a job.&lt;/strong&gt; self-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. write a story.&lt;/strong&gt; i use to love to write. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying i was any good at it, but i did enjoy it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying anyone gets to read it either, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. go see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lynn's&lt;/span&gt; new place.&lt;/strong&gt; because any excuse to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt; works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. learn something new about myself.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned a lot of things about myself this past year that i didn't know. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to continue to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. visit 3 places &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been.&lt;/strong&gt; travel, travel, travel ... let's go! anyone have money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. make a pocket calendar.&lt;/strong&gt; mainly because i want a pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. go tanning.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been tanning before. i really need it, i am so white, i blind people as i walk by. so i must try tanning for the safety of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. secret.&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever actually say what this goal is, but i will let you know if i accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. paint my office.&lt;/strong&gt; i have the paint, but that's the closest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; come in 3 years to actually getting it done. hopefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get it painted and then move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;re-import&lt;/span&gt; all the music i lost when my hard drive crashed.&lt;/strong&gt; blasted hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. exercise more.&lt;/strong&gt; because i need it. i need to somehow manage to not lose my motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. take more pictures.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been slacking on picture taking in recent years. this should be easily achieved, i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; my 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. attend a chi-town shooters game.&lt;/strong&gt; i went to so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;railcats&lt;/span&gt; games this year, and considering i like hockey better than baseball, i think it's time to go to a shooters game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. listen to 12 bands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never heard of before.&lt;/strong&gt; wow, a music goal! imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. organize my recipes.&lt;/strong&gt; this just needs to get done! i keep losing things, i want to get them all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to the computer at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. play a 31 game series of 'phase 10' with '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; basically, we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. wear earrings.&lt;/strong&gt; simple, right? i haven't done it in years, but i think it's time to attempt it again. plus i bought this cute pair as motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. attend 30 sporting events.&lt;/strong&gt; yes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;railcats&lt;/span&gt; games count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. watch all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mcavoy's&lt;/span&gt; movies.&lt;/strong&gt; have you seen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mcavoy&lt;/span&gt;? that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blackhawks&lt;/span&gt; convention.&lt;/strong&gt; this was originally 'meet a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blackhawks&lt;/span&gt; player' but i really want to go to the convention this year. i wanted to go last year but couldn't find anyone to go with. hopefully this year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; can go. we shall see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. go on another ghost tour.&lt;/strong&gt; they are fun. that is, when they are not being led by someone named 'scary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt; was the only thing scary about that tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. try fish.&lt;/strong&gt; this may be the hardest one to accomplish. i hate fish. but it's healthy for you, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to force myself to try it just to see if i can stand it. pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4308178632714664048?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4308178632714664048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/witty-list-title-to-come-later.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4308178632714664048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4308178632714664048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/witty-list-title-to-come-later.html' title='witty list-title to come later ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3245213562956498901</id><published>2009-12-09T01:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:50:31.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>health blog</title><content type='html'>so, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to catch up on the posts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; slacked off on ... however, as you can probably tell by those posts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not having the best day. so they are all very short and kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; usually pretty good at the whole "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fine, all is good" thing, but it's just not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; today. so let me apologize for being such a downer. i wish that i was one of those kind of people that when they become so emotionally stressed out, they can throw themselves into a workout. that's not me ... i want to throw myself under the covers and bawl uncontrollably. how many calories can you burn crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; that i actually worked out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; i just wanted to let my shoulder recover. which i still find strange since i haven't been doing any arm exercises ... but whatever. that muscle and i will always have issues. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; i wasn't home. yesterday, i was just plain tired. my eyes were swollen and i decided instead to just go to bed. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been eating decently though, except that cheeseburger tonight. i even was pretty good at game night on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; ... although i did cave when my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinkie&lt;/span&gt; dessert started calling my name. i don't own a scale, so i have no clue if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lost any weight. i have no desire to see that number. i usually just go by how my clothes fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ... i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; finally all caught up on everything. so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to bed now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3245213562956498901?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3245213562956498901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/health-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3245213562956498901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3245213562956498901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/health-blog.html' title='health blog'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-6238377863884141247</id><published>2009-12-08T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:26:58.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you owned a movie theater, what kind of movies would you play?</title><content type='html'>... i would play empire records everyday at 1:37pm exactly. it's an excellent time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i would have "the brat pack" night and play the breakfast club, st. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elmo's&lt;/span&gt; fire, sixteen candles and pretty in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i just may have a night dedicated to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mcavoy&lt;/span&gt;. oh, and johnny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;depp&lt;/span&gt;. maybe even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gyllenhaal&lt;/span&gt; because any chance to show &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;donnie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darko&lt;/span&gt; should not be past up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; leave out bubble boy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i would also have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burton&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i would have a mystery dinner theater night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; throw a mystery dinner. whodunit style. then show clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; show titanic again. so i wouldn't have to sit in the front row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6238377863884141247?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6238377863884141247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-owned-movie-theater-what-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6238377863884141247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6238377863884141247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-owned-movie-theater-what-kind-of.html' title='if you owned a movie theater, what kind of movies would you play?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-6339161499320865203</id><published>2009-12-07T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:12:14.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on God ...</title><content type='html'>i was raised catholic and attended catholic school for 13 years. one thing i came out of it sure of is that everyone needs to form their own relationship with God. they need to form their own opinions and beliefs. i do believe in God ... i also believe He probably gave up on me a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bad day. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pretty song though (again, i can't get the video to show, so here's the link for now ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jhopfabQ6o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jhopfabQ6o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6339161499320865203?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6339161499320865203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-on-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6339161499320865203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6339161499320865203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-on-god.html' title='thoughts on God ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7297887449031126423</id><published>2009-12-06T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:06:15.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how to survive a tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a very strong person. my emotions are usually always in overdrive, so i usually try to just become numb to the pain of a tragedy. i allow myself to fall apart and cry, but only behind closed doors. i don't really know if that's considered surviving the tragedy or just hiding from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7297887449031126423?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7297887449031126423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-survive-tragedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7297887449031126423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7297887449031126423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-survive-tragedy.html' title='how to survive a tragedy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1491958275400107655</id><published>2009-12-05T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:59:13.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite school memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to get back to you guys on this one. i know that some exist ... i just can't think of them right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1491958275400107655?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1491958275400107655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-school-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1491958275400107655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1491958275400107655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/favorite-school-memories.html' title='favorite school memories'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3556630769191693175</id><published>2009-12-04T00:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:57:10.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>settling</title><content type='html'>according to death cab for cutie, this is the sound of settling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pphrk6wE5aw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pphrk6wE5aw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the video to show up on here for some reason :( so until I find out how to do that, the link will have to suffice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3556630769191693175?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3556630769191693175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/settling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3556630769191693175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3556630769191693175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/settling.html' title='settling'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7458076725887740892</id><published>2009-12-04T00:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:27:26.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>h&amp;f: thursday edition</title><content type='html'>today i did manage to get on the treadmill and do one of the videos. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure the girl leading the exercises is a very sweet lady, but i want to punch her in the face. i mean that in the most loving way possible. i am proud of the fact that i didn't give up half way through the video today :) it's not that it's very long - maybe a half hour/45 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; or so, but once i hit a move i just can't do i get frustrated and it's very easy to hit that stop button. there is this one exercise that i just can't figure out yet, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; begun to just skip that one so i don't get so upset. i use it as my water break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate pretty well today. half a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cajun&lt;/span&gt; chicken sandwich for lunch ... that was the last of my chicken :( the meatloaf for dinner probably wasn't the best - i want to see if i can find wheat bread crumbs, then it might not be so bad. for a snack i had a piece of toast with some "i can't believe it's not butter" spray and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprinkled&lt;/span&gt; on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find some exercises for arms. something that won't kill my shoulder. anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final thought for the day: i need to stay away from infomercials!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7458076725887740892?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7458076725887740892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-thursday-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7458076725887740892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7458076725887740892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-thursday-edition.html' title='h&amp;f: thursday edition'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3693911444201931096</id><published>2009-12-03T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:30:01.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>punctuation ...</title><content type='html'>?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3693911444201931096?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3693911444201931096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/punctuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3693911444201931096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3693911444201931096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/punctuation.html' title='punctuation ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1390630072048987262</id><published>2009-12-02T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:39:34.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>so ... today my back hurts, it's really tight. i need to be careful because of that muscle in my shoulder, so i think i need to take it easy tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; about to get on the treadmill in a second, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to skip the video tonight and let my back/shoulder recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as eating ... today i had a sandwich for lunch and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cajun&lt;/span&gt; chicken for dinner. both on wheat bread. i will admit, i had a couple of those powered donuts (the tiny ones) ... addictive! so bad, i know. but they are gone ... no more temptation. why is it that if something is broken, like a donut or potato chip or something, you don't count it? oh, that one's broken ... so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just eat the pieces, it won't be as bad. who came up with that logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional well-being: um, yesterday was better. not the best day today. luckily it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright treadmill ... let's get this over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1390630072048987262?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1390630072048987262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1390630072048987262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1390630072048987262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-5800941693244236238</id><published>2009-12-02T22:57:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:29:12.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did on my summer vacation ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdKBwYjedI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZFz1XEpAWU/s1600-h/P1011084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874871337155026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdKBwYjedI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZFz1XEpAWU/s320/P1011084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is how i started off my summer :) i had this lovely drink after sue and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eric's&lt;/span&gt; wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's my reward for not throwing up while doing the reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJo_-tOiI/AAAAAAAAACs/GEzbVeLpGtU/s1600-h/P1011007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874446026979874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJo_-tOiI/AAAAAAAAACs/GEzbVeLpGtU/s320/P1011007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was attacked by puppets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJThtKmeI/AAAAAAAAACk/4Mox92Oa4w4/s1600-h/5808_149258558495_562528495_3458133_7692805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874077123090914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJThtKmeI/AAAAAAAAACk/4Mox92Oa4w4/s320/5808_149258558495_562528495_3458133_7692805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i attended a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;railcats&lt;/span&gt; games.&lt;br /&gt;i have more pictures somewhere ... but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not searching for them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJL86HgMI/AAAAAAAAACc/pcSOFVBScng/s1600-h/P1011177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410873946986217666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdJL86HgMI/AAAAAAAAACc/pcSOFVBScng/s320/P1011177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colorado&lt;/span&gt;. went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockies&lt;/span&gt; game vs. the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cubbies&lt;/span&gt;. went ghetto fabulous with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lynn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdIzq5s3eI/AAAAAAAAACU/AjuatuqlThU/s1600-h/P8080061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410873529835773410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdIzq5s3eI/AAAAAAAAACU/AjuatuqlThU/s320/P8080061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual trip to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stanley&lt;/span&gt; hotel. gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdIZcIpW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/-8gxySTd238/s1600-h/P8080036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410873079195327330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdIZcIpW2I/AAAAAAAAACM/-8gxySTd238/s320/P8080036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went on a ghost tour of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stanley&lt;/span&gt;. see that little girl. that black thing next to her ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT A GHOST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these people have never seen a shadow before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdH-sp52SI/AAAAAAAAACE/myI4m3O3Tr4/s1600-h/P8100370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872619773319458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdH-sp52SI/AAAAAAAAACE/myI4m3O3Tr4/s320/P8100370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rocky mountain state park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breathtaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;literally ... try walking uphill when you are over 12,000 feet above sea level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought my heart was trying to escape my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdHhfemURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VwFYE0lg8gY/s1600-h/P9050674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872118020034834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdHhfemURI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VwFYE0lg8gY/s320/P9050674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;canada&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;niagara&lt;/span&gt; over labor day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdHLUQ47eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wE88AQAk5aI/s1600-h/P9040531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871737052622306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdHLUQ47eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wE88AQAk5aI/s320/P9040531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got some fancy poncho's. we loved them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdG10-cgDI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y599SfdK64g/s1600-h/P9060835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871367876509746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdG10-cgDI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y599SfdK64g/s320/P9060835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... so we got them in blue too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall it was an amazing summer. i wish i could go back and live it all over again. i miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where is that time machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-5800941693244236238?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5800941693244236238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5800941693244236238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5800941693244236238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='what i did on my summer vacation ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/SxdKBwYjedI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZFz1XEpAWU/s72-c/P1011084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-5118939339740007105</id><published>2009-12-01T23:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:03:13.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and fitness'/><title type='text'>health and fitness blog</title><content type='html'>when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; suggested fitness-related blogging i thought it was a fabulous idea. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping that by blogging about it and knowing other people that are doing the same thing, i might actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;, i go through spurts of being good and then suddenly lose any and all motivation to continue on. my main thing is trying to exercise ... i hate exercising. i have spent so much money on various exercise tapes over the years, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; good for like a week and a half, but then i get frustrated and quit. i don't really eat horribly, but i can be lazy as hell. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that being said ... i got my butt on the treadmill tonight. whew, go me! i also have a few different exercise tapes that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to incorporate into this whole thing. the one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been using for a couple days is based on dancing. fun, right? you know what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt;? i am the definition of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhythmically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know how these women move their bodies like that, but mine just doesn't do it. there is this one tape that suppose to work on your abs. ("make them lean and flat" says the supermodel in the spandex. very encouraging, right?) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; beginning to think that i do not have abs. after doing that workout - my arms hurt, my back hurts, my legs hurt, my head hurts ... but these supposed "abs" - nothing! it's things like that that usually make me eventually give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt; made mention of her emotional health as well in her post. i think that's a good idea. a person's emotions tend to play a big role in things like this. so, let's see ... in terms of my emotional health ... today was better than it has been in awhile. i seemed to be able to look at things with more clarity. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why that is, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; encouraged by it. maybe it was the weather. who knows, but i'll take it. one day at a time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-5118939339740007105?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5118939339740007105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/health-and-fitness-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5118939339740007105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5118939339740007105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/health-and-fitness-blog.html' title='health and fitness blog'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7806399298380357964</id><published>2009-12-01T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:51:33.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the color blue &amp; its potential contributions to world peace</title><content type='html'>um ... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the color blue is often &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as a very calming color. it is said to symbolize trust, wisdom, loyalty, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth and heaven. I have no idea what this has to do with world peace. Maybe if people wore more blue ... or spent hours just staring at the ocean ... they would be happier and therefore less likely to pop a cap in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; ass. just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i have to say, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; gives us such, um ... interesting topics ... so where is he?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7806399298380357964?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7806399298380357964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/color-blue-its-potential-contributions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7806399298380357964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7806399298380357964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/color-blue-its-potential-contributions.html' title='the color blue &amp; its potential contributions to world peace'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3431126955182662059</id><published>2009-11-30T23:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:25:12.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>i have this neighbor ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so i don't actually have any neighbors at the moment, so let me take you back 26 years ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lived at the house on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walter&lt;/span&gt; (my dad's childhood home) until i was 4. our neighbor's on our right were the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelner's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; was like my first best friend. i cannot remember how old he was, probably around my grandfather's age. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; was the only person in my entire life to ever call me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lizzie&lt;/span&gt;. one day, when i was about 3 i think, my parents woke up and could not find me anywhere! they were frantic and once they noticed the side door was open they moved on to hysterical. they walked next door to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fred's&lt;/span&gt; ... and there was little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lizzie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; breakfast. :) yea, i can't remember, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; willing to bet i got yelled at for that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3431126955182662059?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3431126955182662059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-this-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3431126955182662059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3431126955182662059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-this-neighbor.html' title='i have this neighbor ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3370368296166826869</id><published>2009-11-29T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:19:55.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>your three favourite words &amp; why</title><content type='html'>hmm, this one is tricky because you could ask me this question for a week straight and get a different answer each day. so, i'll just see what comes to mind at the moment (and i'll keep it rated G) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness: whenever anyone asks me "what do you want?" - my basic answer has always been that i just want to be happy. i don't know how to go about attaining happiness, but it's my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously: it has meaning in the world of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;. so many emotions are conveyed by one simple word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza: basically just because i have a taste for it at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3370368296166826869?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3370368296166826869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-three-favourite-words-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3370368296166826869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3370368296166826869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-three-favourite-words-why.html' title='your three favourite words &amp; why'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7931923059023830311</id><published>2009-11-28T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:11:20.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>immunity vs.immortality</title><content type='html'>easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no desire to live forever. i just don't see the point of it. now, knowing that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; never get sick - that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; love. it would make the whole not having health insurance thing a lot easier to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7931923059023830311?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7931923059023830311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/immunity-vsimmortality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7931923059023830311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7931923059023830311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/immunity-vsimmortality.html' title='immunity vs.immortality'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4799869855109349382</id><published>2009-11-27T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:07:17.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>name the person who influenced you the most growing up &amp; why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure that i could name just one person - my entire family greatly influenced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, my parents influenced me. that's the easy answer. so, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; pick a few others ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa bill - when i was growing up, everyone went over to my grandpa's house every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. he put a lot of emphasis on family, telling us not to take each other for granted. people will come in and out of your life, but family will always be there. some of us listened better than others. we still toast him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; the family gets together now - with wine of course. he'd be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; - he was the first person who told me that my future was in art. i thought he was crazy. he passed away before i switched my major to graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;betty&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;) - it's strange to be influenced by someone you never met. having been named after her, i always felt some sort of connection to her. she was killed when my mom was 14, 7 years before i was born. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always felt like i had this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;, i had her name ... i needed to be proud of that. honor her however i could. i remember back in high school, i was coming from from a party with my friends and we got into a car accident. no one was hurt, but the car was totalled. the officer said another foot and all of us could have been seriously hurt. the next day, my mom told me that my accident the night before was on the anniversary of the accident that killed my grandmother and my mom's little brother. i still get chills when i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ingrid&lt;/span&gt; - after the accident, my grandpa bill got remarried. there is no one in the world like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ingrid&lt;/span&gt;. the strength and love this woman possesses is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incalculable&lt;/span&gt;. in my entire like, i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen her mad twice. she is the sweetest person &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever had the honor of knowing. she's the rock. just don't swear around the rock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lisa&lt;/span&gt; (cousin) - not all influences are good. she apparently wasn't listening when our grandpa stressed the importance of family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4799869855109349382?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4799869855109349382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/name-person-who-influenced-you-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4799869855109349382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4799869855109349382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/name-person-who-influenced-you-most.html' title='name the person who influenced you the most growing up &amp; why'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2408681652843032355</id><published>2009-11-26T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:32:07.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm thankful for ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my truly amazing family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had half the strength that each of them seem to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my equally amazing friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being friends with me isn't always the easiest thing in the world and i know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been annoying as hell lately, i am beyond grateful that no one has given up on me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, just holding that little orange &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fur ball&lt;/span&gt; helps make me feel better. even if i know i only have about 15 seconds before he tries to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cell phone's off button.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps in keeping those amazing friends. i can't bother them if i have my cell phone turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether it's making you dance, helping you cope, bringing a smile to your face, helping you remember or helping you forget, taking you away, keeping you together, making you laugh or drowning out your tears, music helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oxygen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2408681652843032355?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2408681652843032355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2408681652843032355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2408681652843032355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7873631349287664729</id><published>2009-11-25T21:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:04:28.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>who would portray each of us in a movie?</title><content type='html'>i know ... this was my topic, so you'd think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; have a fabulous list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided that if we were to make &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt;: the movie &lt;/em&gt;it would have to be a stop-motion animated feature. directed by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burton&lt;/span&gt;, of course. we would all do our own voices since we best know what the meaning behind our words are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fade to black. end scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7873631349287664729?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7873631349287664729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-would-portray-each-of-us-in-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7873631349287664729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7873631349287664729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-would-portray-each-of-us-in-movie.html' title='who would portray each of us in a movie?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8941695739835494306</id><published>2009-11-24T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:37:51.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>favorite authors</title><content type='html'>if you scroll down you will see that i don't read all that much, so i don't really have a favorite author. although, i do enjoy J.K Rowling, Stephenie Meyer and Stephen King. then of course, i have much love for my boy Mikey and his brilliant imaginative mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8941695739835494306?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8941695739835494306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-authors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8941695739835494306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8941695739835494306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-authors.html' title='favorite authors'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3644345532680006942</id><published>2009-11-23T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:30:06.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>panic</title><content type='html'>alright, i admit it. i do suffer from panic attacks. i haven't always gotten them, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; say it started about 10 years ago. it's a little scary because i never know when one will hit. most seem to center around being alone, though. for example, going to a store by myself. i can't even count how many times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten as far as the parking lot and couldn't even get out of my car. it's such a horrible feeling - can't catch my breath, start getting really hot and then feeling like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to pass out. sometimes i even start shaking and it's easy to swear it's from the force of my heartbeat since it seems determined to burst out of my chest. it's like an overwhelming fear takes over and i have no clue where it comes from. i haven't had one in awhile, probably because i try my best to avoid going places alone. shopping's more fun with company anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3644345532680006942?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3644345532680006942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/panic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3644345532680006942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3644345532680006942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/panic.html' title='panic'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8657716726135014948</id><published>2009-11-22T15:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:03:19.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>what are you most passionate about at this time in your life, and why?</title><content type='html'>that is a very good question ... i just wish i had an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musically, my passion is currently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mraz&lt;/span&gt;. although ... that's nothing new. he's an incredible songwriter with an amazing voice. his words have been helping a lot lately ... thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i really haven't been very passionate about anything lately. i know what's been holding me back and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to work through it. when my passion returns, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8657716726135014948?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8657716726135014948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-you-most-passionate-about-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8657716726135014948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8657716726135014948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-you-most-passionate-about-at.html' title='what are you most passionate about at this time in your life, and why?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4584914758340340467</id><published>2009-11-21T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:46:38.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>if i had a ...</title><content type='html'>time machine - as tempting as it would be to change certain things that happened in the past, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not sure that i would. you do learn from everything - no matter how painful the lessons may be. if anything, i might alter the way i reacted to some situations. maybe that way i would have so many scars to deal with now. besides, i have a horrible memory. so it would be nice to be able to revisit a time and place that you might not be able to remember all that well. on a much less personal note, there's the fact that i love history. it would be amazing to get to visit different eras and experience first hand the various cultures and events you grew up reading about. to go back to the time of the ancient Roman Empire or watch the Egyptians build the pyramids. try to catch Jack the Ripper or visit the wild wild west. to shake hands with Amelia Earhart or to stand on the dock as the Titanic set sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, as for something more realistic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it, i want a time machine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4584914758340340467?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4584914758340340467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-had.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4584914758340340467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4584914758340340467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-had.html' title='if i had a ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-5927366089371430967</id><published>2009-11-20T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:43:21.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>your favorite book (as a child or adult) and why</title><content type='html'>as a child some of my favorite books were:&lt;br /&gt;one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish: endless entertainment right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunnybrook&lt;/span&gt; farm: i don't remember this book, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing it involved a wee tot and some animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but those books were read TO me. when it came to actually reading a book myself, that's a completely different story. ha! not funny, moving on ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been a big reader. i have a lot of trouble concentrating. so unless the story really manages to capture my interest, there's no hope of finishing it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just end up re-reading the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; for a half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, i was assigned many books to read in high school. however, i only actually got through one of them. the catcher in the rye. i absolutely loved that book. i haven't read it in years though, so i don't remember much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i have to say that my favorite book is harry potter and the deathly hallows. the entire potter series is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. i finished the first two books in one day. (let me draw your attention back up to paragraph four ... see, that is a huge deal for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also a huge fan of books about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hauntings&lt;/span&gt;. they are the only books &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been able to read. i can't even count how many books on ghosts i have in my possession. this really isn't that surprising considering i am the girl who's favorite movie as a child was poltergeist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-5927366089371430967?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5927366089371430967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-favorite-book-as-child-or-adult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5927366089371430967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5927366089371430967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-favorite-book-as-child-or-adult.html' title='your favorite book (as a child or adult) and why'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8490180696129876227</id><published>2009-11-19T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:45:12.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar Police - an idea whose time has finally come?</title><content type='html'>sure, why not? it does bug me when people misuse words (they're, their, there - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;). however, i have been guilty of doing so when not fully paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes, i think the grammar police is a fabulous idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll bail me out, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8490180696129876227?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8490180696129876227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/grammar-police-idea-whose-time-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8490180696129876227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8490180696129876227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/grammar-police-idea-whose-time-has.html' title='Grammar Police - an idea whose time has finally come?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-4728931955874287056</id><published>2009-11-18T22:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:38:42.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>which would you rather get first - your peg leg or your hook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; ... tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; have to go with the peg leg. although, i would like to request that neither '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; hack off my leg ... their way of doing so sounded painfully messy. knock me out please - i can't see the blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-4728931955874287056?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4728931955874287056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-would-you-rather-get-first-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4728931955874287056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/4728931955874287056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/which-would-you-rather-get-first-your.html' title='which would you rather get first - your peg leg or your hook?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2348017732663467282</id><published>2009-11-17T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:04:56.100-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>the present</title><content type='html'>presently i am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... typing.&lt;br /&gt;... listening to "The Middle" repeatedly hoping it sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;... working on a logo for a friend's company.&lt;br /&gt;... staring at the treadmill, wishing that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;... wondering if my phone has stopped working or if my friends have just forgotten about me.&lt;br /&gt;... drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;... half-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hazardly&lt;/span&gt; watching the Bulls game.&lt;br /&gt;... hoping to make lunch plans with Pammie soon.&lt;br /&gt;... wondering what's next.&lt;br /&gt;... hoping Sue's surgery goes well tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;... thinking.&lt;br /&gt;... practicing the "smile and nod" method.&lt;br /&gt;... praying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackhawks&lt;/span&gt; don't trade Brent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seabrook&lt;/span&gt; or Adam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;... kind of wanting to see a psychic.&lt;br /&gt;... dreading having to clean the entire house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;... over-analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;... wishing i had made more of that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cajun&lt;/span&gt; chicken. that was good.&lt;br /&gt;... trying to figure out if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; want my peg leg or hook first.&lt;br /&gt;... wondering why people say "i won't judge you" when it's obvious that's exactly what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;... wondering what i did to my knee.&lt;br /&gt;... excited that New Moon comes out this week.&lt;br /&gt;... running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;... thinking i should stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;... preparing to hit the bright orange "publish post button."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2348017732663467282?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2348017732663467282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2348017732663467282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2348017732663467282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/present.html' title='the present'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-5598700643113308595</id><published>2009-11-16T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:12:09.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>write a haiku</title><content type='html'>flowing through the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; melody.&lt;br /&gt;music brings a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-5598700643113308595?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5598700643113308595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/write-haiku.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5598700643113308595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/5598700643113308595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/write-haiku.html' title='write a haiku'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3756042679002864833</id><published>2009-11-15T23:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:30:51.939-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>what hair color would you really want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, in the past 10 years my hair has been dyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, red and black. everyone really liked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, but it started to get way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; and i was getting sick of the upkeep. i liked the way the red looked, but it washed out real quick - even though it was suppose to be permanent. and the black - yea, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just way too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;casper&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rific&lt;/span&gt; for that color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to be able to dye my hair black and add some streaks of red or even pink. i think that would look &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; fabulous ... just maybe not on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3756042679002864833?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3756042679002864833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-hair-color-would-you-really-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3756042679002864833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3756042679002864833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-hair-color-would-you-really-want.html' title='what hair color would you really want?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3382840690304423368</id><published>2009-11-14T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:24:28.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>5 ways to lose a fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry ... lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3382840690304423368?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3382840690304423368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-ways-to-lose-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3382840690304423368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3382840690304423368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-ways-to-lose-fight.html' title='5 ways to lose a fight'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-7085534721348609343</id><published>2009-11-13T23:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:28:43.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>a cause(s) close to your heart</title><content type='html'>organ donation.&lt;br /&gt;to write love on her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MADD&lt;/span&gt;. (yep, fully aware &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a mother)&lt;br /&gt;ocean conservatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-7085534721348609343?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7085534721348609343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/causes-close-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7085534721348609343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/7085534721348609343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/causes-close-to-your-heart.html' title='a cause(s) close to your heart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1105823768617345242</id><published>2009-11-12T23:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:11:00.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>how has your life as an adult turned out differently than what you had anticipated in high school?</title><content type='html'>wow. my life is completely different than i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started college as a biology major. i was planning on getting my core classes done at Purdue and then transferring somewhere in either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;florida&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; where i could get my degree in marine biology/oceanography. my goal was to work with dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then life happened. i ended up working at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;craptactular&lt;/span&gt; "newspaper" run by my cousins fiance. what had started out as a part-time job as a writer turned into a more than full-time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; as the editor-in-chief/whipping-post overnight. i had no experience other than being on the newspaper and yearbook staffs in high school - and suddenly i had to find a way to put out a paper (with 9 different zones) each week, with absolutely no help. i was the only writer, ad designer, proofreader, photographer, layout designer - you name it, i had to do it. and this was back when you had to glue the layout together and then take it to the printer (also, my job.) did i mention i was also a full time college student? 5 classes plus biology labs. having a boss that never graduated high school - he didn't have much tolerance for anything "school-related" and if i happened to bring it up, he somehow found more work for me to do. it took me a month to get him to agree to hire my friend to help me. no longer having to write the stories helped some, but not enough. by the time i found it in me to leave that job, whatever confidence i had was shattered. i was pretty much broken and had no clue what i wanted anymore. i had failed advanced chemistry and decided that biology wasn't the right path for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the next semester to take a sampling of classes, trying to figure out the right fit. i thought about switching my major to history, but my inability to remember dates made me rethink that. i also considered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; and journalism - but never thought i was a good enough writer to succeed. then i heard about this new program - graphic design. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been considered the artistic, creative one in my family. my whole life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had both my grandfathers tell me i should go into art when i grew up. so i decided &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; take a couple of classes and see if i liked it. more importantly, to see if i was any good at it. i was basically walking head first into the same area that i had been told, repeatedly on a daily basis, that i was horrible at. even when you know someone is saying these incredibly hurtful things to you just because they can get away with it, it still leaves scars. and i was full of them. so to make that decision to go into graphic design ... i still don't know how i did that. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also thought that i would definitely be married with kids by now. being almost 30 and single is just unheard of in my family. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my life is drastically different than what i had anticipated in high school. life is funny that way. and what did i know back then anyway? i was in high school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1105823768617345242?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1105823768617345242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-has-your-life-as-adult-turned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1105823768617345242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1105823768617345242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-has-your-life-as-adult-turned-out.html' title='how has your life as an adult turned out differently than what you had anticipated in high school?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1803691954231051047</id><published>2009-11-11T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:11:42.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>the most interesting thing that happened to me today ...</title><content type='html'>i'd have to say that it was going to dinner at moe's - in west lafayette. i kind of had a taste for pizza, but i know better then to stand between 'becca and her moe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, it beats seeing clint in his underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1803691954231051047?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1803691954231051047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-interesting-thing-that-happened-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1803691954231051047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1803691954231051047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-interesting-thing-that-happened-to.html' title='the most interesting thing that happened to me today ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1751780734920210641</id><published>2009-11-10T22:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:30:48.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>the soundtrack of my life</title><content type='html'>music has always been a major part of my life. so, it was only natural that one of my topics would involve music. :) i said 7 songs ... there is no way i could only pick 7 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if i was to make a soundtrack for my life, it would include (in no particular order ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriller - Michael Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;: i think i was 3 when this video came out. the first time i ever saw it, i watched it from behind the couch. after that i was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Middle - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;: besides being my favorite song to sing off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockband&lt;/span&gt;/guitar hero, it's just an amazing song. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a lyrics girl - and these have always hit close to home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Livin&lt;/span&gt;' on a Prayer - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: i can't even tell you how many times this song has been stuck in my head. plus, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen them in concert a few times and they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: this is one of the most beautiful songs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever heard by one of the sweetest bands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever met. if i ever get married, this is going to be my wedding song. don't steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexico - Incubus&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been someone who loved going to concerts. back in college, i got into the incubus show at the riv (one of the best venues in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt;) for free and ended up with passes to the after party. while meeting the band was definitely the highlight of the night, this song is a stand out from the actual concert. i can picture it perfectly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i hear the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halfway Home - Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: picking just one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jason's&lt;/span&gt; songs is nearly impossible. his voice is just perfection. he is one of my favorites to see in concert. his shows are amazing and he is hilarious. meeting him was incredible (equally incredible, the hug he gave me. fabulous hugger:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gavin's Song - Marc &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Broussard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: this song always makes me cry. it reminds me of my uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hal&lt;/span&gt;. it sounds like something he'd have said to his kids (who were 10, 12 &amp;amp; 14 when he died).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Arms - Journey&lt;/strong&gt;: for as long as i can remember, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been addicted to this song. hence my email address. :) journey has always been one of my mom's favorite bands, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; inherited that love. now, if i could just convince &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steve&lt;/span&gt; perry to come back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I See You - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: a new entry. this song's lyrics ring so true right now, it hurts. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Loving Memory - Alter Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;: in the christmas video, this was the song i used in the segment about all of our loved ones that had passed. it fit perfectly. my favorite line - "and even though you're gone, you still mean the world to me ..." chills, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seize the Day - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/strong&gt;: because adding "a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of heaven" might just scare people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;: they are one of my favorite bands, so i had to include a song from them. besides loving the song, this video is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let It Be - The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;: needs no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;. it's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beatles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Got - Melee&lt;/strong&gt;: it's just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights) - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: great song. fabulous message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Bye Bye - *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NSync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: this was high school/college for me. i remember my friend and i trying to learn this dance on her front porch ... i am NOT a dancer. and many a passerby bore witness to that fact. i probably saw them in concert ... i don't know, 30 times ... at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step by Step - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: my first concert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, joey ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Gone - Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;: i used this song in the ending credits of the christmas video. (yes, it had credits.) i had made a last minute edit, dedicating the video to hal. that dedication came up just as the last line was sung, "never gone. never far. in my heart is where you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday We'll Know - New Radicals&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always loved this song. it really makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;"did the captain of the titanic cry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Masterplan&lt;/span&gt; - Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;: oasis was high school for me. it's hard to pick just one song, but this was always one of my favorites. "acquiesce" was a close runner up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gravity - Sara &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: because sometimes you are drawn to the things you aren't allowed to be drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neighbors - The Academy Is...&lt;/strong&gt; : this one always makes me smile. you can't help but sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Breeze - Seals and Croft&lt;/strong&gt;: reminds me of the island. sitting on the beach staring out at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled - Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;: this is one of the most powerful videos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever seen. maybe it's because it's about something that's happened to my family. i cried the first time i saw it. i already loved the song, the video made me respect the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fantasy - 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/strong&gt;: this band will forever remind me of the road trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colorado&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt; and i took this past summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through Glass - Stone Sour&lt;/strong&gt;: i fell in love with this song the first time i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/strong&gt;: it's a powerful song, gave me chills the first time i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;: because i need a track for the club kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could seriously go on forever ... this is going to need to be a 2-disc set. the special edition will include a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; with all the videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1751780734920210641?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1751780734920210641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/soundtrack-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1751780734920210641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1751780734920210641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='the soundtrack of my life'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8663701812064034666</id><published>2009-11-09T22:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:53:56.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i rewrote this post about 3 times, each time deciding it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;divulging&lt;/span&gt; more than i was comfortable with. my past is a sore subject. not all of it, obviously, but to sit down and write about it - i tend to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gravitate&lt;/span&gt; towards the harder times, looking for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, i decided not to depress people and instead post some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402694212476930098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/Svo5wvS_CDI/AAAAAAAAABM/tLvVgCCgYLc/s320/l_fb4dbdde14926f8394992e1f0ad749f3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally defeated that blasted yellow bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402694059236865058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/Svo5n0btNCI/AAAAAAAAABE/T2s8GFAritU/s320/l_339465ba0db170f25bb76c15f04aa977.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; career came to an abrupt end due to a horrific pom-pom accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402693918848274674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/Svo5fpcdUPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gTNtMl5g6JY/s320/l_803bbbfdf7623cfcb72fd1e2acc2b17a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;at least i look innocent ... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; upload a few more once i figure out how to work my new scanner. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8663701812064034666?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8663701812064034666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8663701812064034666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8663701812064034666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/past.html' title='past'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgEkD1HwXrQ/Svo5wvS_CDI/AAAAAAAAABM/tLvVgCCgYLc/s72-c/l_fb4dbdde14926f8394992e1f0ad749f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-1187371540298178428</id><published>2009-11-08T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:01:10.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>conspiracy theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; beginning to think that my mind has a conspiracy against me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; think of something - it may be an answer to a question, a joke, a lyric to a song, title of a movie or simply just a word - but when i actually go to say said something ... GONE! drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any idea how many times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said "this has to be a conspiracy?" many. yet now - nothing comes to mind. it's very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inducing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, seriously now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a cubs fan - i should have a list, right? damn goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-1187371540298178428?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1187371540298178428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/conspiracy-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1187371540298178428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/1187371540298178428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/conspiracy-theory.html' title='conspiracy theory'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-41774375413000198</id><published>2009-11-07T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:35:20.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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heath bars (any connection?)</title><content type='html'>yes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but you'll never learn anything if i provide you with the answers. don't take the easy way out, do some research! i suggest seeking out the fabulously well informed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rigg&lt;/span&gt;. try the golf course on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, i got a tip he may be there. bringing a heath bar for him might help get him talking. just don't let him find out you are related to nurse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crayle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6789460640949824500?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6789460640949824500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/health-care-heath-bars-any-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6789460640949824500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6789460640949824500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/health-care-heath-bars-any-connection.html' title='health care &amp; heath bars (any connection?)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-6570687987062198456</id><published>2009-11-05T23:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:16:27.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could have one gadget named after me, it would be ...</title><content type='html'>... a gadget that could scan any item on a menu, providing you with a list of all the ingredients and the recipe - complete with pictures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not sound exciting, but i do love to cook. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried to make a few Olive Garden dishes and while they do come out quite tasty, they never taste exactly like the restaurant version. boo. so i just keep adding garlic ... it's the i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talian&lt;/span&gt; thing to do ;) we do love garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ... my brain closed up shop early, so i don't have a cool name for this gadget. although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; open to suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-6570687987062198456?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6570687987062198456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-have-one-gadget-named-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6570687987062198456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/6570687987062198456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-could-have-one-gadget-named-after.html' title='if i could have one gadget named after me, it would be ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-2928798637661751496</id><published>2009-11-04T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:48:35.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>frenemies</title><content type='html'>i do actually have a few people in my life that i would classify as a "frenemy." i've always been the type of person that if you are my friend, you are always my friend. i have been hurt and betrayed by a few people in the past and i always seem to forgive them. that's just how i am. i always try to see the good in people. even when i've witnessed, first hand, the not-so-good side of them. however, once my trust is broken, it is not easily regained. there are some people that have repeatedly hurt me and while i'll still talk to them, i'm very leery of their motives and aren't going to make the mistake of trusting them again. but i can't just write them off ... i'm just not capable of that. i never want someone to feel alone. i want them to know that if they ever really do need a friend, i will always be there. if that means putting myself in danger of getting hurt again, so be it. i have plenty of shoulders to cry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-2928798637661751496?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2928798637661751496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/frenemies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2928798637661751496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/2928798637661751496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/frenemies.html' title='frenemies'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-3002687919016656792</id><published>2009-11-03T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:37:42.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>potential resolutions for 2010</title><content type='html'>like most other people, i don't make resolutions anymore. all they actually resulted in was causing me to become angry with myself when, by the time January 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; rolls around, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already failed at my "new beginning." but, in the spirit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2010, i hope to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. laugh more&lt;br /&gt;2. stop holding myself back&lt;br /&gt;3. visit someplace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been&lt;br /&gt;4. listen to 15 bands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never heard of before&lt;br /&gt;5. attend a chi-town shooters game&lt;br /&gt;6. drink more water&lt;br /&gt;7. go to a hawks game in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;detroit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. continue blogging&lt;br /&gt;9. take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;10. learn something new about myself&lt;br /&gt;11. be a better friend&lt;br /&gt;12. get my portfolio website up&lt;br /&gt;13. be smarter about who i trust&lt;br /&gt;14. try something new&lt;br /&gt;15. go back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. get over him&lt;br /&gt;17. appreciate the simple moments more&lt;br /&gt;18. go on another ghost tour&lt;br /&gt;19. meet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seabrook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burish&lt;/span&gt; ... again. this time sans drool.&lt;br /&gt;20. invent a cure for stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i don't have anything else to say. those extra dots are for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-3002687919016656792?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3002687919016656792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/potential-resolutions-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3002687919016656792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/3002687919016656792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/potential-resolutions-for-2010.html' title='potential resolutions for 2010'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-584745720481527755</id><published>2009-11-02T20:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:19:59.810-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>unique holiday traditions</title><content type='html'>i never thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; ever describe my family as normal ... but this topic has me stumped. we really don't have many unique traditions, at least not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were younger, the weekend before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;, everyone would gather at grandpa's house to paint pumpkins. or each other ... whatever was in reach of the small child &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wielding&lt;/span&gt; a paintbrush. i can't even remember the last time we did this. i guess we all grew up. maybe we'll revive this tradition one year, i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isabelle&lt;/span&gt; would enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see ... what else? the family always goes up to Washington Island over the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. (okay, "always" isn't exactly true since we didn't go this past year. however that was due to some serious medical problems in my family. next year, it's on.) we usually have a cookout on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, either at the house or Schoolhouse Beach. if the Islanders have a game that day, some of us will go check it out and then take in the parade. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; using the word "parade" rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loosely&lt;/span&gt;. it's more a group of maybe 25 young kids walking down main street waving at people. at night we all head out to the ballpark to watch the Island's version of a fireworks display. BOOM. waiting ten minutes to reload. BOOM. waiting ten more minutes. BOOM. BOOM. Ooh. Aah. was that the finale? we love the Island. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years ago, the whole family would take a trip the weekend after thanksgiving. we'd go to nearby places, such as Brown County, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frankenmuth&lt;/span&gt; or Galena. a little over 10 years ago, this tradition evolved to an annual family trip to Disney World. everyone in my family is a bit obsessed with Disney, it's morphed into a bit of a sickness really. with the kids getting older, it's getting harder to take them out of school, so this trip rarely happens around thanksgiving anymore. however, the trip is not happening this year. :( thank you economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yea, my family doesn't really have traditions. but we do have alcohol. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-584745720481527755?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/584745720481527755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/unique-holiday-traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/584745720481527755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/584745720481527755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/unique-holiday-traditions.html' title='unique holiday traditions'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095953474961824907.post-8165635277953324836</id><published>2009-11-01T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:18:05.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nablopomo09'/><title type='text'>my irrational fear of ...</title><content type='html'>this is my first blog post. ever. so, i may be absolutely horrible at this. here goes nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many fears. however, like most people, i don't consider my own fears to be irrational. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too busy being terrified. when i see a spider, i don't stand there thinking, "well, it's completely absurd for me to be so scared of the little fella." no. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; jumping up on the couch and screaming for someone, anyone, to come kill the blasted thing. so, yea, not a fan of arachnids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly believe that all clowns are evil. what exactly are they trying to hide behind all that makeup? i remember getting talked into going to reaper's realm back in high school. my friend and i were determined to find a way out of that line - we knew there would be clowns in there and wanted none of it. in the end, not wanting to look like total wimps, we gave in. after, of course, being told "don't worry, they aren't allowed to touch you." apparently, someone forgot to tell those things they weren't allowed to touch us. and who the hell gave them chainsaws?! like i said ... evil. as for the origin of this fear, i blame the movie "It." yet, i have no fear whatsoever of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; curry. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also extremely frightened of needles. the thought alone is enough to make me panic. this could have something to do with my fear of blood as well.  for those of you who know me, yes, i am aware that my tattoo was not licked on by kittens - but i didn't actually SEE the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one is what i seem to get the most comments on. i won't take the first of anything. whether it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt;, lids for fountain drinks, straws, books, plates, etc. i always reach back and take from the middle. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really sure why i do this. perhaps it's the thought that, by the time you decide "yes, i want this", there have already been many people that have picked up that exact same thing - "do i want this? no ... no, i don't think i do" and put it back. manhandled merchandise just isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just might also be afraid of being a horrible blogger. just saying ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5095953474961824907-8165635277953324836?l=pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8165635277953324836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-irrational-fear-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8165635277953324836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095953474961824907/posts/default/8165635277953324836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekaboosmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-irrational-fear-of.html' title='my irrational fear of ...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683402077650263037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
