<?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-10740606</id><updated>2011-06-24T01:18:15.754-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='lame'/><category term='me'/><category term='yummy'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='silliness'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='hair'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='Paul Rudd'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='book review'/><category term='I hate winter'/><category term='busy'/><category term='great strides'/><category term='fun'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='Y'/><category term='update'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Argh.</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts as they occur to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10740606.post-7386714535272883288</id><published>2008-04-10T18:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:04:33.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great strides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Great Strides + other stuff</title><content type='html'>So I heard from a certain someone that it is a problem that I have not written anything since February something.  I will attempt to catch up briefly, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, please consider donating to the CF foundation.  I will be participating in the Great Strides Event at Lake Calhoun on May 3.  &lt;a href="http://www.cff.org/Great_Strides/dsp_DonationPage.cfm?walkid=5131&amp;amp;idUser=121398"&gt;Here is a link to my page which can give you lots more info!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the update:&lt;br /&gt;Since February 21, I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost roughly 11 more pounds (yay, me!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read 11 books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geek Love&lt;/span&gt;, by Katherine Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Woods&lt;/span&gt;, by Tana French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then We Came to the End&lt;/span&gt;, by Joshua Ferris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vanishing Act of Esme Lenno&lt;/span&gt;x, by Maggie O' Farrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart-Shaped Box&lt;/span&gt;, by Joe Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shotgun Rule&lt;/span&gt;, by Charlie Huston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/span&gt;, by Larry Doyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharp Objects&lt;/span&gt;, by Gillian Flynn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Lover's Lover&lt;/span&gt;, by Maggie O'Farrell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Raw Shark Texts&lt;/span&gt;, by Steven Hall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/span&gt;, by Markus Zusak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have also gone to the Y roughly a million times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also grocery shopping 2 million times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have gone to 3 book club meetings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched the Oscars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Bob Mould @ First Avenue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw the U2 3D movie @ IMAX&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;won a ham and a cake playing bingo at the hospital where my mom works&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taken an acting class at the Guthrie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw a fashion show @ Rosedale, featuring Tim Gunn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Duff from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ace of Cakes&lt;/span&gt; @ MoA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the Twins home opener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped out with Operation Glass Slipper @ MoA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leatherheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a fitness class called Zumba&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I have to go eat dinner before the kids get home...  Don't forget to click on the link to support the CF foundation... and maybe in another month or so, I'll have another update!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-7386714535272883288?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cff.org/Great_Strides/dsp_DonationPage.cfm?walkid=5131&amp;idUser=121398' title='Great Strides + other stuff'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7386714535272883288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=7386714535272883288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7386714535272883288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7386714535272883288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-strides-other-stuff.html' title='Great Strides + other stuff'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-5779166091183753673</id><published>2008-02-21T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:56:18.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Why wouldn't you wear pants on your head?</title><content type='html'>Here's my funny story for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading a book to the girls, and I'm kissing them good night.  Miss Gigi has a pair of pajama pants on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have pants on your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my bedtime hat.  I'll take it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you don't have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will my hair get wacky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take them off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they come up with this stuff?  It was too funny.  I think she should be a performer when she grows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-5779166091183753673?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5779166091183753673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=5779166091183753673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5779166091183753673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5779166091183753673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-wouldnt-you-wear-pants-on-your-head.html' title='Why wouldn&apos;t you wear pants on your head?'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-4195400484193274487</id><published>2008-01-30T21:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:52:33.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll get around to doing all those things I keep putting off... like cleaning my room, getting my oil changed, renewing my passport, printing the pictures I have taken from my trips, updating my mp3 player, etc., etc., etc.  Today's not that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get caught up, or at least close to it, on several things at work.  I no longer feel like I am drowning, so that's a good thing.  I braved the crazy cold weather (seriously, -14 on my way to work this morning) and went to Trader Joe's on my way home from work.  Usually, I get lost every single time I try to go anywhere in Woodbury, but I managed to get there and home with a minimum of difficulty.  Yay, me!  This is the extent of excitement in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little thing about me, which I got in my email earlier this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.    What is your occupation? Administrative Assistant II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.    What color are your socks right now? White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.    What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yself chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.    What was the last thing that you ate? dinner - hummus, falafel, pita bread, tabbouleh, yogurt, blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.    Can you drive a stick shift?  Nope, but if I ever go on The Amazing Race, I'll learn  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.    If you were a crayon, what color would you be? sky blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;7.    Last person you spoke to on the phone? I don't remember -- someone at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.    Do you like the person who sent this to you? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9.    How old are you today?   32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10.    Favorite drink? water, margaritas, turtle lattes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11.    What is your favorite sport to watch?    baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;12.    Have you ever dyed your hair? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;13.    Pets? No thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;15.    Last movie you watched? I don't remember -- Knocked Up, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16.    Favorite Day of the year? any day I don't have to go to work or do anything I don't want to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;17.    What do you do to vent anger?    vent to  whoever is around, I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18.    What was your favorite toy as a child?  Barbies, play make-up, and Matchbox cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;19.    What is your favorite, fall or spring?&lt;/span&gt; summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;20.    Hugs or kisses?   depends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21.    Cherry or Blueberry? blueberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;22.    Do you want your friends to email you back? whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23.    Who is most likely to respond? --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24.    Who is least likely to respond?  --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25.    Living arrangements?  Hell  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26.    When was the last time you cried? I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;27.    What is on the floor of your closet? a bunch of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29.    Who is the friend you have had the shortest that you are sending this to? Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30.    Favorite smell?   Cinnabon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;31.    What inspires You? I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;32.    What are you afraid of? lots of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;33.    Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers: I don't really like burgers, but I do like spicy food, and cheese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;34.    Favorite car? I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;35.    Favorite cat breed? I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;36.    Number of keys on your keyrings? too manu         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;37.    How many years at your current job? almost 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38.    What do you want to have come out of 2008? Good Things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;39.    How many states have you lived in? Minnesota and Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40.    How many countries/foreign places have you been to?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Canada, France, Switzerland, Spain, Italy and Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41.    What was your favorite country?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-4195400484193274487?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/4195400484193274487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=4195400484193274487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/4195400484193274487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/4195400484193274487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2008/01/someday.html' title='Someday...'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-5281253787264813517</id><published>2008-01-17T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:26:54.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/jfstrain/blogpics/dec04/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/jfstrain/blogpics/dec04/procrastination.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't written anything in awhile.  Now, when I am supposed to be packing, seems like a great time for it. The reason I haven't written anything is because my life tends to be pretty predictable...  Get up, deal with crap at work, come home, hang out with the kids, go to the Y, come home, take a shower, watch stupid TV (trying really hard not to fall asleep before the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/span&gt; and failing), then repeat.  So thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at work until almost 5:30, because I was trying to get a report done that is due Wednesday.  Silly me -- I thought I had until next Friday!  Oh well, I hope I did it correctly, because no one was around for me to ask at that time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, changed clothes, got dinner for the kids, then went to the Y and Subway and the library.  Came home, talked to the peapods (I am now Auntie Peapod, or sometimes Mimi...) who were supposed to be sleeping, then got on the computer.  Have not packed a single thing.  Why do I do this to myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, because I don't know what to bring, and this is easier than trying to figure it out, I guess.  All the nervous/excited energy I had today is gone, and now I just want to go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that in less than 24 hours, I will be in Vegas, and very possibly drunk?  Whee!  Hopefully when I return I will have good stories and pictures to share.  (Also, Michelle, let's hope neither of your predictions comes true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, in case you can't read the fine print on the picture, it says "Hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-5281253787264813517?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5281253787264813517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=5281253787264813517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5281253787264813517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5281253787264813517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2008/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-7764804700419499481</id><published>2008-01-07T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:51:36.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.citizen-journal.net/mt-weblog/archives/20060530badidea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://www.citizen-journal.net/mt-weblog/archives/20060530badidea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just agreed to have a session with my trainer at 5:00 tomorrow.  In the morning.  I repeat -- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; agreed to get up before 5 am and go work out.  I warned him that it was going to be bad.  There will be lots of swearing and whining.  He finds this amusing.  Why did I agree to it?! My sister also finds it amusing that we have switched roles -- I am getting up early to exercise and she is staying up late.  Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-7764804700419499481?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7764804700419499481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=7764804700419499481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7764804700419499481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7764804700419499481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-bad-idea.html' title='A Really Bad Idea'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-1173889045339965165</id><published>2007-12-26T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:28:10.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what has happened to me.  I've never been a big fan of shopping, but lately it's all I do.  I'm sure it's just all the good sales for the holidays, right?  I mean, I had to finish the holiday shopping in a hurry, because I kept buying things for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had dinner at my parents' house so that we could celebrate Christmas with the munchkins.  They were so hyped up, it made me wonder why I missed them yesterday!  Anyhow, they finally got to open all their gifts.  After they left to go home, I was going to stop at the mall before going to the Y.  Never did make it to the Y, but I did buy myself a new pair of shoes, jeans, a shirt, a belt, 2 necklaces and 3 pairs of earrings.  Mind  you, I spent less than $90 for these things, but it really wasn't necessary, was it?  I'm not sure what has happened to me, but 2008 better be the Year of Mia Not Spending Extraneous Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope everyone had a very merry and wonderful Christmas.  Thank goodness it's over for another year.  Bring on NYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-1173889045339965165?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/1173889045339965165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=1173889045339965165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/1173889045339965165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/1173889045339965165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-stop.html' title='I can&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-9165777402666039478</id><published>2007-12-13T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:56:55.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Rudd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>It's getting late...</title><content type='html'>I keep going shopping and buying things for myself and not gifts for others.  I'm not sure what that says about me, but it can't be good.  I was going to go shopping tonight to try and get serious about the Christmas gifts, but I didn't feel like it after I went to the Y.  Maybe I will be able to fit it in this weekend.  Or not.  There's always next week, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me his Netflix copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/span&gt;, which I wanted to see way back when it came out, and still have not.  I started to watch it last night and fell asleep.  I probably should be watching it now so I can return it and he will get the next movie on his list.  Oh well.  I also picked up a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;, one of my very favorites, at the library today.  Plus the soundtrack.  Woo hoo!  Did you know that there is a version of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;, starring Paul Rudd?  I love him, and I like the book, so I guess I will have to find time to watch that one soon, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the library, I also picked up 4 books, in addition to the 2 I got the other day.  Also, I am reading one of the many I own that I have not yet read.  Here is what I will be reading in the near future... some for book clubs, some not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After You'd Gone&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling on Happiness&lt;br /&gt;The Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;The God of Animals&lt;br /&gt;Call Me By Your Name&lt;br /&gt;The Replacements:  All Over But the Shouting&lt;br /&gt;World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention (even though I already mentioned it), there is all the shopping, wrapping, baking, crocheting, cross-stitching, reading, movie-watching, eating, and exercising I have to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a super-cute new haircut.  The only person to say they didn't like it was my niece, but only because she really liked to play with my long hair.  She did say she likes the color, so I guess we're okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as of today (now that I seem to have re-gained my motivation), I have lost 16.8 pounds!!!  I don't want to think about how many are left to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-9165777402666039478?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/9165777402666039478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=9165777402666039478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/9165777402666039478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/9165777402666039478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-getting-late.html' title='It&apos;s getting late...'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-5282720317318031813</id><published>2007-12-05T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:59:00.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Nicholas Eve</title><content type='html'>Everyone's in bed, so I got to play St. Nicholas, and put surprises in their shoes.  Too bad I won't be home when they get up in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mom always used to remind us to put our shoes outside our bedroom doors and we got treats when we were kids, so we have to carry on the tradition.  I think my sister forgot, or she went to bed too early.  Oh well.  Each kid got a chocolate Santa or snowman, and a fun Christmasy pen.  Plus, for all 3 -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt; on DVD.  Guess what we'll be doing tomorrow night?  I also put a fun lip gloss and some chocolate in my sister's boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JHr3kKZgLVxZ1M:http://www.germany-christmas-market.org.uk/right.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JHr3kKZgLVxZ1M:http://www.germany-christmas-market.org.uk/right.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-5282720317318031813?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Nicholas' title='Happy St. Nicholas Eve'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5282720317318031813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=5282720317318031813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5282720317318031813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5282720317318031813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-st-nicholas-eve.html' title='Happy St. Nicholas Eve'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-6549702059502966928</id><published>2007-12-01T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:21:35.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy now?</title><content type='html'>1.  Age at next birthday:  33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so old.  And this is what it feels like outside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:FSvMPj0fj1FqWM:http://www.minus33.com/Minus33Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:FSvMPj0fj1FqWM:http://www.minus33.com/Minus33Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Place I would like to travel:  London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NAJRjE2XPX8UZM:http://www.cordonbleu.edu/Pictures/3004617London.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NAJRjE2XPX8UZM:http://www.cordonbleu.edu/Pictures/3004617London.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My favorite place:  vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares where?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GlF9YxummOnlfM:http://www.vacationmarcoisland.com/22_20a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GlF9YxummOnlfM:http://www.vacationmarcoisland.com/22_20a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My favorite objects:  books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hz8rK_pqEPFHjM:http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Jessie-Wilcox-Smith/Books-in-Winter-Print-C10100600.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:hz8rK_pqEPFHjM:http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Jessie-Wilcox-Smith/Books-in-Winter-Print-C10100600.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Favorite food:  Greek food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-9kvoFkdqAskbM:http://www.webvider.com/wwm/images/gr_t011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-9kvoFkdqAskbM:http://www.webvider.com/wwm/images/gr_t011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Favorite color:  Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:djKXl4urrCLHLM:http://www.artofadambetts.com/images/postgraphics/downloads/desktopbgs/TreeOnBlueSkyBG1-Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:djKXl4urrCLHLM:http://www.artofadambetts.com/images/postgraphics/downloads/desktopbgs/TreeOnBlueSkyBG1-Large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Nickname:  Meesers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9nLc7j1h02bFmM:http://www.sports-collectibles-store.com/media/SHMiaDolphins-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9nLc7j1h02bFmM:http://www.sports-collectibles-store.com/media/SHMiaDolphins-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Place I was born:  You must know what the D stands for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:RjbuPJck0xvtNM:http://media.worldgolf.com/wg_blog_media/sweet-spots/DetroitTigersLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:RjbuPJck0xvtNM:http://media.worldgolf.com/wg_blog_media/sweet-spots/DetroitTigersLogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Ideal date:  him cooking me dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1DcZxxRUuTRhkM:http://blogs.menupages.com/boston/romantic-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1DcZxxRUuTRhkM:http://blogs.menupages.com/boston/romantic-dinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Where I want to be in five years:  my own home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nd0YkI5hb39lUM:http://theinspiredroom.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/british-colonial-style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nd0YkI5hb39lUM:http://theinspiredroom.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/british-colonial-style.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-6549702059502966928?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6549702059502966928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=6549702059502966928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/6549702059502966928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/6549702059502966928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-now.html' title='Happy now?'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-4796319947758952575</id><published>2007-11-29T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:18:09.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a good title right now.</title><content type='html'>Not a very exciting day -- severe lack of motivation at work, which just makes me continually further behind in everything.  Why I am such a procrastinator, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work and the kids were being obnoxious terrors (only a slight exaggeration -- I was only home for a few minutes, but someone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; crying hysterically and I am sure I heard a door slam.  (And after we had a nice dinner out last night -- they can be so sweet and cute when they want to be.) I got out of there quickly and went to the Y for yet another trainer-assisted workout.  Good times.  I told him I thought we needed to work harder today.  Why I open my mouth and say such things is beyond me.  It wasn't too bad, mostly because I goaded him into doing everything with me.  Turns out he whines more than I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a potluck at work tomorrow (part of the department's - or maybe the universe's - desire to torment me with foods I am trying to avoid!), and I also had to make dessert to bring to the cabin this weekend.  It's not easy to get anything done in the kitchen at our house, so I went over to my parents'.  It was nice to visit with them for a bit before getting down to business.  Instead of making the delicious and deadly fudge bars that were requested, I decided to compromise and make Cooking Light chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting.  I know they don't sound healthier, but trust me.  Plus, in my head, it makes sense.  Cupcakes are self-limiting and already portioned.  There are only 12 of them.  Everyone gets 2 over the course of the weekend... a big pan of bars is just begging for me to go "Just one more little piece." until the whole pan is gone, and I have fallen into a sugar coma, with chocolate frosting smeared all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made one of my specialties, and one of VibaJiba's favorites -- fruit salsa with cinnamon chips.  It's putzy, but super-easy.  Also healthy and delicious.  I hope no one likes it and I have leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friend from DC arrived into town tonight and we briefly toyed with the idea of getting together for a drink or something before deciding against it.  For the best, since I didn't shower after my workout, and it is LATE.  I'll see her on Sunday, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my book review.  Last night, I finished the book for the book club cabin adventure.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lathe of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;, by Ursula LeGuin.  Science fiction, which I do not normally read.  It was a really good book, and short (only 170ish pages!).  I had to keep checking the date it was written, because it was kind of creepily ahead of its time (duh! sci-fi!).  It was written in 1973 (I think), but it takes place in 2002.  There are problems due to pollution and the greenhouse effect, plus war in the Middle East over oil.  Crazy futuristic stuff!  Anyhow, it is about a man who has "effective dreams", which means that he dreams things and then wakes up to find out that they are real.  It's a little hard to explain, so maybe you should just read it.  He goes to a doctor for help, because he is afraid to sleep -- every time he wakes up, the world is different than when he went to sleep.  The doctor, of course, wants to learn how to use this effective dreaming thing for his own benefit, and bad things ensue. I am looking forward to some discussion, since I always miss things that are on a deeper level until someone clues me in.  It was a good, quick read, about the dangers of excessive power, and science, and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book I am working on is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cat's Cradle&lt;/span&gt;, by Kurt Vonnegut, for Books and Bars, which meets a week from Tuesday.  Hopefully I will get in this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-4796319947758952575?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/4796319947758952575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=4796319947758952575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/4796319947758952575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/4796319947758952575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-think-of-good-title-right-now.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a good title right now.'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-5352694002394264010</id><published>2007-11-27T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:18:17.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Feel A Lot Like...</title><content type='html'>Something about this time of year -- everything just gets so busy, and there is so much crap to do.  I can't believe it isn't even December yet.  I woke up this morning, and really did not want to get out of my nice cozy pajamas (part of the shopping extravaganza) and my nice cozy bed.  I wasn't really sure why my room was so cold, until I turned on the TV and saw that the temp was 9.  With a -9 windchill.  That is just ridiculous.  Last week, Dr. Smartypants called from Texas, laughing about how they said on the news that the "windchill" was 50 degrees.  That sounds blissful compared to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, LO is coming from DC, we are going to the cabin for book club, next week, I am getting together with Vija and Karen (yay!), the week after that is the holiday dinner, the next week is the Soul Asylum concert, and that other thing -- oh yeah -- Christmas.  Then New Year's and how the hell is it 2008 already?  I don't know how I am going to find time or money to get all the things done I want to -- I have many books I am trying to read (as always), several crocheting &amp; cross-stitching projects, presents to buy and wrap, cleaning to do.... argh!  Oh, and now we are planning a trip to Vegas in January, which will be super-fun, but it needs to be paid for now, or very soon.  (I've never been, and we had so much fun in Boston, how could I say no?!  Now I need to come up with somewhere to go for my birthday -- never mind that it is 9 months away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole working out all the time thing takes a lot of... time.  Twice a week with the trainer, plus as many other days as I can on my own.  Don't get me wrong, aside from the expense, I think it was a great decision (-14.8 pounds -- woo hoo!), but being all healthy and crap is time-consuming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-5352694002394264010?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5352694002394264010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=5352694002394264010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5352694002394264010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5352694002394264010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Feel A Lot Like...'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-8604826086928795701</id><published>2007-11-25T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:16:42.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>What in the hell?!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finally dragged myself out of bed after 10, then decided that I needed to go shopping AGAIN.  I went to Michael's and found lots of fun stuff in the dollar section, plus a couple of balls of yarn.  Then it was on to Rosedale, but I only made it to Borders.  For once, I didn't buy anything for myself, just the book that Kathy asked me to pick up for her.  Then of course I had to go back to Target, where I found more fun things in the dollar section, plus a frame that I think Dr. Smartypants will enjoy.  I didn't really consider (until I got home) exactly how she is going to get it home in her suitcase, but I'll figure something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the Y, I got ready to go meet some friends for dinner to celebrate one of their birthdays.  We went to Giorgio's on Hennepin -- so yummy!  Their special for the evening also meant that we got a free bottle of wine, as long as the table spent at least $30 -- not difficult when there were 7 of us.  I had the chicken special, which was stuffed with artichoke hearts, sun dried tomatoes, crab, and some other stuff, served with vegetables.  And I got to have the leftovers for lunch today.  We went back to a friend's place after dinner, and somehow got started looking at pictures from college.  It's weird how I can barely remember some of those things, but maybe I was drunk more of the time than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went out for drinks.  I didn't get to sleep until after 2.  I can't believe we used to do that all the time!  We are so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my excitement has revolved around the new class I took at the Y this morning (BodyFlow) which was pretty good -- a combo of stretching, yoga, pilates, tai chi and relaxation.  I liked it because it was low-key, not like some of those classes I see and hear where the instructor is yelling and they use horrible dance mixes that I can't stand.  I'm not sure how good of a workout the class was, but it was nice to do something different and get a little stretching in, since I was a little sore from Friday's workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the house to myself for a bit while the family is at the store.  I am doing laundry (yahoo) and then going to a movie and possibly more shopping.  I need to be stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-8604826086928795701?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8604826086928795701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=8604826086928795701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/8604826086928795701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/8604826086928795701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-in-hell.html' title='What in the hell?!'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-6335716203818298267</id><published>2007-11-23T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:34:57.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>It's that time again?</title><content type='html'>I don't even like to shop.  Not really.  I mean, sometimes, if I am in the mood, it's ok, but generally, I do not enjoy it.  At all.  Target, grocery stores, bookstores, Ulta -- I love those places.  But shopping for gifts and/or clothes?  No, thank you.  It's probably mostly that I don't like to spend money, and I really don't like trying on clothes.  But what can you do?  It's the biggest shopping day of the year.  All you hear about are how places are opening at midnight, 1 am, 4 am.  Doorbuster this, doorbuster that.  (I don't even know what that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;.)  I worked today and then kept thinking I wished I was shopping.  Where in the hell did that come from?  Subliminal messages from my radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working out, I met Michelle in Woodbury, and we started our shopping adventure at Target.  (I stopped at Jo-Ann to use the 50% off coupon in between work and the Y.)  Who knew they sold movies for less than $5?!  You can't pass that up, and I never even usually buy movies.  But they were mostly for gifts, so I guess it's all right, right?  We hardly made it past the media department, and boom -- 40 bucks gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Old Navy and Penney's -- lots of the other stores closed at 9.  It seems to me, if the stores are going to open in the middle of the night, they should have the decency to stay open later for us night owls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on clothes at those stores, I remembered why I don't like shopping (also probably why I spend all my money on shower gel and books, not clothes!).  It's so frustrating to feel like you are working really hard to exercise and eat right (I could have eaten a LOT more yesterday!!!) and nothing seems to fit right.  I tried on some cute holiday dresses, but nothing worked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing to think of it as motivation -- maybe when I go shopping after Christmas, I'll have better luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am so glad I don't work at any of those stores.  Old Navy looked like a bunch of 2-year-olds hopped up on sugar ran through the store and threw everything on the ground.  I can't imagine having to stand there and re-fold everything, just to have the same thing happen again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-6335716203818298267?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6335716203818298267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=6335716203818298267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/6335716203818298267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/6335716203818298267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again?'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-7101946527356691000</id><published>2007-11-22T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:51:36.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to someone yelling about something, followed by "QUIET!  MIA IS STILL SLEEPING!"  Seriously, why do they even bother?  At least it wasn't 6:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to pick us all up for dinner at a family friend's home.  My mom brought matching black velvet dresses for the girls, which looked adorable on them.  I even managed to get one nice picture of the three kids not making obnoxious faces at the camera.  Yay, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bit of a rocky start to the holiday, but everything calmed down, and we had a delicious meal -- I wished I could have eaten more!  Afterwards, the kids played a game of Uno and watched tv, while the adults played a game of Phase 10.  Good times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized yet again that the thing that sucks most about moving far away from your extended family is not getting to share holidays with them.  I know lots of people wish they could escape their extended family, but I enjoy spending the holidays with lots of people, since we hardly ever get to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home, listening to the kids chatter on, looking at the Christmas lights, it was hard to believe Thanksgiving was already over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, it made me thankful that 2007 is almost done -- I sure hope 2008 is a better year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-7101946527356691000?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7101946527356691000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=7101946527356691000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7101946527356691000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7101946527356691000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-5321692513327473025</id><published>2007-11-21T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:29:19.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo!!!</title><content type='html'>So I get home from work today, and the Explorer is gone, as well as the family.  Which means that my sister got the OK from the doctor today to drive, and return to at least some normal activity.  Very good news!  Hopefully, things around here will continue to move in a positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another sign that I am old (not that this is exactly news...):  Instead of going out tonight (the night before Thanksgiving being the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; night to go out...), I am going to continue to learn how to crochet.  Don't get me wrong, it will be fun to hang with the girls and have some wine, but it's a far cry from my younger days of drinking heavily on this special day!  (It's really just that I want to see &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ikereilly"&gt; Ike&lt;/a&gt; at First Ave., but it will be really late, and I don't want to go alone.  They did put on a great show at ACL, and hopefully I will get to see them again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am most thankful for:  my family (even when they drive me crazy) and my friends (especially for listening to me complain about my family).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-5321692513327473025?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5321692513327473025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=5321692513327473025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5321692513327473025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/5321692513327473025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/yahoo.html' title='Yahoo!!!'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-8733012256405633676</id><published>2007-11-19T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:37:52.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>I have nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbKZ4ucKoNg/R0JIAomFDSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poY8R10Qab8/s1600-h/Halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbKZ4ucKoNg/R0JIAomFDSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poY8R10Qab8/s200/Halloween.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134745700890119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is a picture of me in my zombie costume from Halloween.  It worked really well to scare lots of children in the neighborhood.  Apparently, I am super-creepy.  Who knew?  One of the kids in the neighborhood later talked to my friend's mom (the house we "haunt" for Halloween) and asked her if the lady shuffling around in her pajamas was her daughter.  She said no, but that she was one of her daughter's friends.  The kid:  "Oh.  She was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; creepy."  Mission Accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of using that picture for my profile on match.com or one of those dating sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  according to the scale at the Y tonight, I have lost 11.2 pounds!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-8733012256405633676?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/8733012256405633676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=8733012256405633676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/8733012256405633676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/8733012256405633676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say.'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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/_xbKZ4ucKoNg/R0JIAomFDSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poY8R10Qab8/s72-c/Halloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10740606.post-394134027450294426</id><published>2007-11-17T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:12:42.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I am innocently checking my email, and there is on ad on the right side of the screen that says "Feeling Fat?  Lose 25 pounds by Thanksgiving!"  I am pretty sure that it would not be a good idea (and also impossible) to lose 25 pounds in 5 days, but then what do I know?  It has only taken me a month to lose 8 pounds while working my butt off and not eating any treats!  I hate those stupid ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the Y now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-394134027450294426?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://micro.curbyourcravings.com' title='Seriously?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/394134027450294426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=394134027450294426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/394134027450294426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/394134027450294426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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-10740606.post-7654972061903959786</id><published>2007-11-16T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:11:32.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>Why do I need a blog?</title><content type='html'>Answer:  I don't.  No one does.  Not really.  I may very well be too old to get into all this crazy stuff on the internets.  I do understand logically that I am not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; old, it just feels like it sometimes.  Which may explain why I am home doing nothing on a Friday night.  And the fact that I am home doing nothing on a Friday night might explain why this blog is so lame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10740606-7654972061903959786?l=clairemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/feeds/7654972061903959786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10740606&amp;postID=7654972061903959786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7654972061903959786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10740606/posts/default/7654972061903959786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemia.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-do-i-need-blog.html' title='Why do I need a blog?'/><author><name>ClaireMia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767701444380339137</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></feed>
