<?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-1885865194142232253</id><updated>2012-01-10T18:58:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vant to Suck Your Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>the rambling meanderings of some girl named heidi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-6192950718304224323</id><published>2012-01-10T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:58:00.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Bells</title><content type='html'>A brief Christmas summary for the ol' blog. I went up to Utah on Christmas Eve morn. I was able to spend time with my parents that day and then my sister, Elizabeth, came up as well. We had lunch, looked through some of my photos, just generally hung out. That evening as Pop was out like a light, Mom, Elizabeth and I had a little Christmas Eve program: my Mom shared a couple nice stories, we read from the Bible and that was that. Then Elizabeth and I went downtown to see the lights on Temple Square. I hadn't been for a couple years and it was fun to go back. It was really beautiful and just great to spend time with Elizabeth. It seems hard to find quality time together in brief visits, so it was really nice to have that whole afternoon and evening together. We wandered around downtown a bit, went to the roof of the Joseph Smith Memorial building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCy689a6nVw/TwycJTy5_wI/AAAAAAAACjk/uZahIaSdKNM/s1600/TempleSquare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCy689a6nVw/TwycJTy5_wI/AAAAAAAACjk/uZahIaSdKNM/s400/TempleSquare1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099312463380226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK9UmMAtPsc/TwycJq7Mn0I/AAAAAAAACjw/38PwhxYqKoU/s1600/TempleSquare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK9UmMAtPsc/TwycJq7Mn0I/AAAAAAAACjw/38PwhxYqKoU/s400/TempleSquare2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099318672170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll5NRzQIz3w/TwycKJg2HQI/AAAAAAAACj8/rdA30kd4zeU/s1600/TempleSquare3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ll5NRzQIz3w/TwycKJg2HQI/AAAAAAAACj8/rdA30kd4zeU/s400/TempleSquare3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099326883142914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkTB3R_fjpA/TwycfgovEiI/AAAAAAAACk0/2BeX3i3HAFg/s1600/TempleSquarelights3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkTB3R_fjpA/TwycfgovEiI/AAAAAAAACk0/2BeX3i3HAFg/s400/TempleSquarelights3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099693867504162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-8yyJ4L948/TwyceOsItOI/AAAAAAAACkU/lvH4R8iq8Tg/s1600/TempleSquareEliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-8yyJ4L948/TwyceOsItOI/AAAAAAAACkU/lvH4R8iq8Tg/s400/TempleSquareEliz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099671870059746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kthNRxqR4e4/TwycemjSdtI/AAAAAAAACkk/JC-Y69eyRBw/s1600/TempleSquarelights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kthNRxqR4e4/TwycemjSdtI/AAAAAAAACkk/JC-Y69eyRBw/s400/TempleSquarelights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099678275401426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yM4cighiFak/TwycfboBbKI/AAAAAAAACks/q6Q1gSsFVO4/s1600/TempleSquareLights2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yM4cighiFak/TwycfboBbKI/AAAAAAAACks/q6Q1gSsFVO4/s400/TempleSquareLights2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099692522335394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7o-ZXYP1-U/TwycKr3xq-I/AAAAAAAACkI/Hib1Pv80S_w/s1600/TempleSquareAbove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7o-ZXYP1-U/TwycKr3xq-I/AAAAAAAACkI/Hib1Pv80S_w/s400/TempleSquareAbove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099336106126306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to the parents' and watched a short Christmas film, called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star in the Night&lt;/span&gt; (1945), which was really cute and then watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christmas in Connecticut&lt;/span&gt;, which was delightful. Some chatting up in Elizabeth and Alex's old bedroom and then time to sleep so Santa could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning I went with Mom to her church - they had a super nice musical Christmas program - I couldn't believe how many for real musicians her ward had: bagpipes, drums, guitars, brass instruments, singers, etc. It was great. Then the Nighs and Elizabeth came up and we ate a kind of smorgasbord lunch, opened gifts and did our usual chatting. We went up to see Pop and give him our gifts as he was still needing to be in bed. It was rough to have him so down and out, but I'm glad we could be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtaZ3K7pdmQ/Twyb5WYlwqI/AAAAAAAACjM/nmCnb5njcq8/s1600/ElizJeradChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtaZ3K7pdmQ/Twyb5WYlwqI/AAAAAAAACjM/nmCnb5njcq8/s400/ElizJeradChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099038280401570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF-o1QBjPpg/Twyb5tvR4VI/AAAAAAAACjY/xRFoBQZjQLI/s1600/MomChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF-o1QBjPpg/Twyb5tvR4VI/AAAAAAAACjY/xRFoBQZjQLI/s400/MomChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696099044549583186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ftHJtkxifg/Twz6C8pdzcI/AAAAAAAAClo/OiydrH7pCfc/s1600/DylanChristmasBow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ftHJtkxifg/Twz6C8pdzcI/AAAAAAAAClo/OiydrH7pCfc/s400/DylanChristmasBow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202557263564226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7DgpYT3z6Q/TwybpUt2egI/AAAAAAAACik/W87Qc_yDaIA/s1600/DylanChristmasBow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7DgpYT3z6Q/TwybpUt2egI/AAAAAAAACik/W87Qc_yDaIA/s400/DylanChristmasBow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098762954799618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtpajX5yJ_o/TwyboTw7fFI/AAAAAAAACiM/0TAj6hrCCpE/s1600/AlexChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtpajX5yJ_o/TwyboTw7fFI/AAAAAAAACiM/0TAj6hrCCpE/s400/AlexChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098745519406162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvya6u03aPM/TwybqGyZ5sI/AAAAAAAACi8/5w_5ZLcKvT4/s1600/DylanHeidiChristmasSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mvya6u03aPM/TwybqGyZ5sI/AAAAAAAACi8/5w_5ZLcKvT4/s400/DylanHeidiChristmasSmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098776395671234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnrPZVPdeVc/Twz6CpnQ2yI/AAAAAAAAClc/5lRKtWSTz2s/s1600/DylanHeidiChristmasScary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnrPZVPdeVc/Twz6CpnQ2yI/AAAAAAAAClc/5lRKtWSTz2s/s400/DylanHeidiChristmasScary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696202552154053410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I headed out with the Nighs to stay with them for the week. The Nigh clan came over and opened gifts, ate dinner and played games: Alex, Cori and I domineered in Pictionary and then we had a Balderdash marathon. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic week with the Nighs. It's now been a few weeks, so I don't remember the exact order, but sufficient to say we always have fun, watching TV and movies, playing games, talking, shopping. Alex and I had fun watching The Foresyte Saga in the evenings. I love hanging out with her. Dylan is endlessly amusing, he's such a funny guy. One day when Alex had to work, I took him to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arthur Christmas&lt;/span&gt; (I liked it, but I always love Aardman, Dylan just liked it ok), but it was fun to take him out and he was so funny, had a funny comment for every commercial and preview before the movie. I also saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Tin Tin&lt;/span&gt; with Alex and Dylan (it was all right, maybe I was just tired). Could not convince anyone to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;War Horse&lt;/span&gt; but don't worry, I saw it once I got back to CA and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Alex, Dylan and I went to Mulligans (poor Jerad was feeling sick) - we played a round of miniature golf. It was pretty quiet out there in the cold, which was fine by me. Then we played some arcade games and a 3D simulator rollercoaster thang. I really love the Nighs, they are so nice to house me and feed me. Speaking of which: I ate the wonderful pulled pork salad from Cafe Rio and I hit up Hires (Big H) this time - it's been so long! I love their burgers and shakes (and I NEVER do shakes, but when in Rome). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gtv1o8dTk4/TwybbiG0bqI/AAAAAAAACh0/xotxnHydA6M/s1600/DylanMiniGolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gtv1o8dTk4/TwybbiG0bqI/AAAAAAAACh0/xotxnHydA6M/s400/DylanMiniGolf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098526031015586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SNOsdlK4xE/Twybb7qOtbI/AAAAAAAACh8/Fb4auDtn00U/s1600/DylanHeidiMovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SNOsdlK4xE/Twybb7qOtbI/AAAAAAAACh8/Fb4auDtn00U/s400/DylanHeidiMovie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098532890424754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was short and schedules are busy, so it can be hard to see all the friends I'd like to but on this trip I was able to go to dinner with Carter - we always have fun, well I hope he does! No, it was nice. Crazy to realize I've known him something like 17 years now. I love hanging out with him. I was able to get some tea with Liz - a too short but very exciting tea! Then I had dinner with Cassie - delightful and wonderful to be with her, she is still hilarious and we do laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening Alex drove me up to the parents' and then Alex and I went on our old walk through the Avenues. We walked to A street where there is the lookout over City Creek Park(?) and the Capitol and SLC. I'm so glad we did this. It was really special. It makes me a little weepy thinking about it, actually. I miss the days of going on walks in the Avenues with Alex. I wish I could do this every week with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFL43qjHX0w/TwybTqTpCxI/AAAAAAAAChQ/sA-GD-PbyFY/s1600/AvenuesWalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFL43qjHX0w/TwybTqTpCxI/AAAAAAAAChQ/sA-GD-PbyFY/s400/AvenuesWalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098390793325330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5KszdR26yA/TwybTv_MB5I/AAAAAAAAChY/0kJwHIqGlA8/s1600/AvenuesWalk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K5KszdR26yA/TwybTv_MB5I/AAAAAAAAChY/0kJwHIqGlA8/s400/AvenuesWalk2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098392318150546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAp1l854p18/TwybTyb651I/AAAAAAAAChk/JdffUyvV-xM/s1600/AvenuesWalk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAp1l854p18/TwybTyb651I/AAAAAAAAChk/JdffUyvV-xM/s400/AvenuesWalk3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696098392975533906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then early early Friday morning I flew home. I love my family and friends dearly and I am always happy to go home to Salt Lake City. I was a little sad I didn't get any snow, but another time perhaps. I'm very worried for my dad so I hope the two of you who may read this will keep him and my mom in your prayers (and since the two reading are probably just my sisters, I'm sure they will ;)). I love them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. 2011 was quite a year, to say the least. Hardest for sure. But also I was blessed tremendously and I'm grateful for that. I am going to do my very best to make 2012 a fulfilling, exciting, fresh and new year. There is so much up in the air, so much I don't know, so much I'm trying to figure out, but I think if I just stay focused on what's important and do my best to be a good, kind, positive, driven person, I will be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-6192950718304224323?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/6192950718304224323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=6192950718304224323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6192950718304224323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6192950718304224323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-bells.html' title='Silver Bells'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCy689a6nVw/TwycJTy5_wI/AAAAAAAACjk/uZahIaSdKNM/s72-c/TempleSquare1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8246438762654229231</id><published>2011-12-22T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:04:01.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RHol7bDi61E?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8246438762654229231?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8246438762654229231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8246438762654229231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8246438762654229231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8246438762654229231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-ever.html' title='Best ever.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RHol7bDi61E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1067184523907395182</id><published>2011-12-17T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:23:03.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You By Heart</title><content type='html'>Wow, I think this is one of the prettiest songs ever. I am a recent discoverer of Eva Cassidy. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mlx7Pb-LmSQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You left in Autumn &lt;br /&gt;The leaves were turning &lt;br /&gt;I walked down roads of orange and gold. &lt;br /&gt;I saw your sweet smile &lt;br /&gt;I heard your laughter &lt;br /&gt;You're still here beside me every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I know you by heart, &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I know you by heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been considering the word bittersweet. Feeling that bittersweetness is harder really than just feeling sad. Strange how one thing, one act, one conversation, one person can create such a duality of emotion. Confusing to feel happiness and richness and uplifted and at the same time feel so blue and hurt. Bittersweet. And yet, it's hard not to take that strong dose of bitterness in order to experience that lovely sweetness. But with time the melancholy afterglow dissipates and life moves on....until the next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of some of these feelings, I tried to find some poetic expression of these feelings. Found some specific lines that spoke to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will complain, yet praise;&lt;br /&gt;I will bewail, approve;&lt;br /&gt;And all my sour-sweet days&lt;br /&gt;I will lament and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-George Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas pretty, though plague,&lt;br /&gt;To see him every hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I love in vain, strive against hope;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in this captious and intenible sieve&lt;br /&gt;I still pour in the waters of my love&lt;br /&gt;And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,&lt;br /&gt;Religious in mine error, I adore&lt;br /&gt;The sun that looks upon his worshipper&lt;br /&gt;But knows of him no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, then give pity&lt;br /&gt;To her whose state is such that cannot choose&lt;br /&gt;But lend and give where she is sure to lose;&lt;br /&gt;That seeks not to find that her search implies,&lt;br /&gt;But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-W. Shakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All's Well That Ends Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time was like never, and like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly&lt;br /&gt;when I am sad and feel you are far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Naruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1067184523907395182?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1067184523907395182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1067184523907395182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1067184523907395182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1067184523907395182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-you-by-heart.html' title='I Know You By Heart'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mlx7Pb-LmSQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3764917243866034346</id><published>2011-12-05T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:56:25.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer '11 Catch Up</title><content type='html'>I decided to do some photo catch up here from my activities over the Summer as I hadn't posted any of these. I got to see and do some fun things. It's a lot of photos, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's mean interns at WB. This Summer I got to meet and hang out with some really fun folks.&lt;br /&gt;This was from a concert at the Hollywood Bowl. I love going there. This was a jazz concert. I managed going to a classical/Rachmaninov night and the John Williams night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKl2wby57W0/Tt2Dk-nv3SI/AAAAAAAACec/7tkrrnucUlw/s1600/hollywoodbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKl2wby57W0/Tt2Dk-nv3SI/AAAAAAAACec/7tkrrnucUlw/s400/hollywoodbowl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682842976119676194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WB has a skybox at Dodger stadium, so I got to attend as an honorary legal intern. This is Sherrod, who had an awesome roving internship with WBTV (and who became my great friend as you'll see), and Jonathan and Mellinda who were our legal interns all Summer and who were fantastic and also became my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbIhUP-tots/Tt2AuXxyU-I/AAAAAAAACWI/mlm8krumcDM/s1600/dodgerinterns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbIhUP-tots/Tt2AuXxyU-I/AAAAAAAACWI/mlm8krumcDM/s400/dodgerinterns.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839838956606434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSMyZwadA9c/Tt2AuJ-SyHI/AAAAAAAACV4/8dxAfFNJBks/s1600/dodgerbox2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSMyZwadA9c/Tt2AuJ-SyHI/AAAAAAAACV4/8dxAfFNJBks/s400/dodgerbox2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839835250968690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lots of time with these two fine Southern gentleman (both here from Ole Miss): Sherrod and Brent. Nicest, most positive guys ever. We were the Three Amigos. This was a Saturday that we went walking around the Hollywood Reservoir and then got as close as we could sneak to the Hollywood sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUye03vRI6c/Tt27OhcPSSI/AAAAAAAACe0/lXjA-mzxZng/s1600/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUye03vRI6c/Tt27OhcPSSI/AAAAAAAACe0/lXjA-mzxZng/s400/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682904162980808994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMmuUhpmnIA/Tt2Bsnw25RI/AAAAAAAACZk/lYKrGAh5B6A/s1600/resShB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMmuUhpmnIA/Tt2Bsnw25RI/AAAAAAAACZk/lYKrGAh5B6A/s400/resShB.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840908399568146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8S70-wCYHg/Tt27O_FzqnI/AAAAAAAACfE/DXTL4tGDuvk/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8S70-wCYHg/Tt27O_FzqnI/AAAAAAAACfE/DXTL4tGDuvk/s400/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682904170939787890"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKSq1NxZBI/Tt2BYscYbqI/AAAAAAAACZc/W6uIZA7DgwM/s1600/res3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKSq1NxZBI/Tt2BYscYbqI/AAAAAAAACZc/W6uIZA7DgwM/s400/res3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840566058479266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sE2k4h63Bd0/Tt2BYe7CpoI/AAAAAAAACZI/aOdKBr7DnjE/s1600/res2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sE2k4h63Bd0/Tt2BYe7CpoI/AAAAAAAACZI/aOdKBr7DnjE/s400/res2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840562428978818"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AOKchdg1dk/Tt26HKBr7cI/AAAAAAAACeo/h5EO-mqDx4U/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AOKchdg1dk/Tt26HKBr7cI/AAAAAAAACeo/h5EO-mqDx4U/s400/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682902936924712386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looking thrilled to be there, ha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Npp58xJz7F4/Tt2BtWDZ2TI/AAAAAAAACZ8/n7WzHUY2dT8/s1600/resShH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Npp58xJz7F4/Tt2BtWDZ2TI/AAAAAAAACZ8/n7WzHUY2dT8/s400/resShH.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840920825387314"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hiking we decided to go to San Francisco! It had been discussed but as soon as Sherrod found out I had an Aunt we could stay with in Napa - we were on our way! We ran home, showered, threw some things in a bag, met back up and we were on the road. I loved the on a whimness of this all. It was exciting to end up in Napa that night and be with my wonderful Aunt and Grandma. The next morn we drove up the 29 and I got to share my beautiful Napa with Sherrod and Brent. Sherrod adores his wine, so this was heaven for him. We went on a tour at Berringer Bros., which is a great one as it's old and impressive. I hadn't done a tour in years. We also stopped at Suttor home and then Mondavi. These two boys sure enjoyed their sampling - I mean they are Southern after all! Good thing they had me as their DD. (We took lots of photos over the weekend, but I'll just share a smattering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZeP8y0lodY/Tt2CcLCL9UI/AAAAAAAACdU/MgmJJPPiNjk/s1600/vineyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZeP8y0lodY/Tt2CcLCL9UI/AAAAAAAACdU/MgmJJPPiNjk/s400/vineyard.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841725321344322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltitfTlooQI/Tt2CcIYqJmI/AAAAAAAACdk/JpA8EwYSSpM/s1600/vineyard2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltitfTlooQI/Tt2CcIYqJmI/AAAAAAAACdk/JpA8EwYSSpM/s400/vineyard2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841724610291298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgmo7EqXzkg/Tt1_wBtzMnI/AAAAAAAACTs/tJLVK0pijd4/s1600/berringercave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dgmo7EqXzkg/Tt1_wBtzMnI/AAAAAAAACTs/tJLVK0pijd4/s400/berringercave.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838767882416754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIcRna4x1W4/Tt1_vtrQjAI/AAAAAAAACTg/DtdzIvRe864/s1600/berringerbarrels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIcRna4x1W4/Tt1_vtrQjAI/AAAAAAAACTg/DtdzIvRe864/s400/berringerbarrels.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838762503048194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oeCjh6I0468/Tt2CHxLq2bI/AAAAAAAACb0/aEV4GNz2_Iw/s1600/SHb%2526wsmiel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oeCjh6I0468/Tt2CHxLq2bI/AAAAAAAACb0/aEV4GNz2_Iw/s400/SHb%2526wsmiel.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841374784412082"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S9vHl7DUz4/Tt6b9xbx6gI/AAAAAAAACgs/B7S-0Pmmlis/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S9vHl7DUz4/Tt6b9xbx6gI/AAAAAAAACgs/B7S-0Pmmlis/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683151265332324866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jz5nYmgCw94/Tt2CHcz6CMI/AAAAAAAACbs/5JAYtnJdGxg/s1600/SH%2526Bb%2526w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jz5nYmgCw94/Tt2CHcz6CMI/AAAAAAAACbs/5JAYtnJdGxg/s400/SH%2526Bb%2526w.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841369316034754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper technique:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMLDBXoRAw/Tt2CHJxBZlI/AAAAAAAACbc/wmo1xPS5n7s/s1600/SH%2526B.smelling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMLDBXoRAw/Tt2CHJxBZlI/AAAAAAAACbc/wmo1xPS5n7s/s400/SH%2526B.smelling.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841364203660882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxpRRfwGaSA/Tt2B9T_Nu-I/AAAAAAAACbQ/H8S0PT9VzU4/s1600/SH%2526B.red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxpRRfwGaSA/Tt2B9T_Nu-I/AAAAAAAACbQ/H8S0PT9VzU4/s400/SH%2526B.red.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841195148852194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmaDtToJqzA/Tt2CVkXUjNI/AAAAAAAACck/xgk6gCLJZTg/s1600/SHHstraighton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmaDtToJqzA/Tt2CVkXUjNI/AAAAAAAACck/xgk6gCLJZTg/s400/SHHstraighton.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841611861789906"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llNFsiC-420/Tt2CIcTsTwI/AAAAAAAACcM/NG_VtBgROXo/s1600/SHHeyebrow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llNFsiC-420/Tt2CIcTsTwI/AAAAAAAACcM/NG_VtBgROXo/s400/SHHeyebrow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841386360786690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oy5-A-wNBpI/Tt2CVSGfr5I/AAAAAAAACcY/eHECibxcz00/s1600/SHHsilly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oy5-A-wNBpI/Tt2CVSGfr5I/AAAAAAAACcY/eHECibxcz00/s400/SHHsilly.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841606959378322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXc8xUo2Jp4/Tt2CH7nRd6I/AAAAAAAACcA/c99vr5XJ8UY/s1600/SHHcamera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXc8xUo2Jp4/Tt2CH7nRd6I/AAAAAAAACcA/c99vr5XJ8UY/s400/SHHcamera.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841377584543650"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to the last drop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcUs_6vgIW8/Tt2CWB9TxqI/AAAAAAAACcw/n96Y4ZvN7GY/s1600/SHlastdrop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcUs_6vgIW8/Tt2CWB9TxqI/AAAAAAAACcw/n96Y4ZvN7GY/s400/SHlastdrop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841619805750946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results! (I'm sure he'd love that I posted this pic, tee hee):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFlCgvkAS-A/Tt2CWdVB0rI/AAAAAAAACc8/83UuGtfrO8U/s1600/SHwasted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFlCgvkAS-A/Tt2CWdVB0rI/AAAAAAAACc8/83UuGtfrO8U/s400/SHwasted.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841627152994994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Elaine &amp;amp; Grandma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcBf-4f1hQ/Tt2BXQY4mzI/AAAAAAAACYo/QMQw8kJMjmI/s1600/MeEGma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcBf-4f1hQ/Tt2BXQY4mzI/AAAAAAAACYo/QMQw8kJMjmI/s400/MeEGma.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840541347748658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8Nb7TaECVc/Tt2A81ngEXI/AAAAAAAACXc/9XXx7MM03ws/s1600/GmaSHB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8Nb7TaECVc/Tt2A81ngEXI/AAAAAAAACXc/9XXx7MM03ws/s400/GmaSHB.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840087484698994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years and I'd never walked across the Golden Gate bridge, but we went, we walked, we conquered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oWBeRuF1ek/Tt2BIcv2GPI/AAAAAAAACXo/DQy_63AczrA/s1600/GoldenGate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oWBeRuF1ek/Tt2BIcv2GPI/AAAAAAAACXo/DQy_63AczrA/s400/GoldenGate.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840286967240946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TN_ACkL3q1U/Tt2BJO7cOCI/AAAAAAAACYM/5VSTtXi_pys/s1600/GoldenGateSHH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TN_ACkL3q1U/Tt2BJO7cOCI/AAAAAAAACYM/5VSTtXi_pys/s400/GoldenGateSHH.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840300437649442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzOgMqV5MM8/Tt2BJNsGptI/AAAAAAAACYA/MXD6SccKdyI/s1600/GoldenGateSHB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xzOgMqV5MM8/Tt2BJNsGptI/AAAAAAAACYA/MXD6SccKdyI/s400/GoldenGateSHB.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840300104885970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f78Waw60u5Q/Tt2BIrEeOkI/AAAAAAAACX4/Ogf-zeE8IwE/s1600/GoldenGateHipsta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f78Waw60u5Q/Tt2BIrEeOkI/AAAAAAAACX4/Ogf-zeE8IwE/s400/GoldenGateHipsta.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840290811853378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJVfbtVfFg8/Tt2A8PrhTCI/AAAAAAAACXE/AkZOCchSBAc/s1600/GGLong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJVfbtVfFg8/Tt2A8PrhTCI/AAAAAAAACXE/AkZOCchSBAc/s400/GGLong.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840077301009442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHsKtYjv53c/Tt2A7SUOSsI/AAAAAAAACW8/kCGunNiTDzo/s1600/GGHipMed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHsKtYjv53c/Tt2A7SUOSsI/AAAAAAAACW8/kCGunNiTDzo/s400/GGHipMed.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840060828732098"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6acmYOvfykY/Tt2A7W8SBiI/AAAAAAAACWs/ZA_Uo8DSeTI/s1600/GGHipClose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6acmYOvfykY/Tt2A7W8SBiI/AAAAAAAACWs/ZA_Uo8DSeTI/s400/GGHipClose.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840062070490658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXDEEwZjsCE/Tt2Avd46FXI/AAAAAAAACWg/l_fb-TIneDg/s1600/GGCloseFog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bXDEEwZjsCE/Tt2Avd46FXI/AAAAAAAACWg/l_fb-TIneDg/s400/GGCloseFog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839857776956786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVvRwf3V0oc/Tt2AvK92l6I/AAAAAAAACWU/_x7toM49zoQ/s1600/GGClose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVvRwf3V0oc/Tt2AvK92l6I/AAAAAAAACWU/_x7toM49zoQ/s400/GGClose.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839852697425826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Giants game. This was the most beautiful stadium I've been in, with the greatest views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX8E9bmHSII/Tt2A8dQvV0I/AAAAAAAACXU/BDJxqT31flM/s1600/Giants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX8E9bmHSII/Tt2A8dQvV0I/AAAAAAAACXU/BDJxqT31flM/s400/Giants.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840080946779970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some good food, did some exploring, packed lots in two days.&lt;br /&gt;And sites on the way out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MLtRGv1jl4/Tt2B9Dm_CTI/AAAAAAAACbE/pOqt-f4CdEY/s1600/Sears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2MLtRGv1jl4/Tt2B9Dm_CTI/AAAAAAAACbE/pOqt-f4CdEY/s400/Sears.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841190752258354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELYWkgL3ikA/Tt2BJgs_CLI/AAAAAAAACYY/KQx7ZE0uXAs/s1600/Lombard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELYWkgL3ikA/Tt2BJgs_CLI/AAAAAAAACYY/KQx7ZE0uXAs/s400/Lombard.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840305208854706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three amigos also hit up Disneyland. I'll forever be sad we didn't get to the Muppet show before it closed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbh-652m84o/Tt2AuMT7fzI/AAAAAAAACVw/C4I8_cg4nHY/s1600/dlandthreeamigos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbh-652m84o/Tt2AuMT7fzI/AAAAAAAACVw/C4I8_cg4nHY/s400/dlandthreeamigos.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839835878588210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyaMAatDXfM/Tt3LG1sKUfI/AAAAAAAACf0/fvK2wQlN2cE/s1600/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyaMAatDXfM/Tt3LG1sKUfI/AAAAAAAACf0/fvK2wQlN2cE/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682921623163392498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fC0y0S15hr0/Tt3LGzdzDPI/AAAAAAAACfk/3nwfBLh93vU/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fC0y0S15hr0/Tt3LGzdzDPI/AAAAAAAACfk/3nwfBLh93vU/s400/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682921622566276338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Sherrod's Mississippi friends were in town and we went to Catalina Island. I had never been and have always been curious. It's funny that living here I don't explore enough, but having out of towners come in meant I got to do some new things. I really just saw a teensy bit of the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrod's turn to look thrilled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYDNZMZNjWg/Tt3KrlR4RAI/AAAAAAAACfY/O5QfS2CWaj8/s1600/photo-39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYDNZMZNjWg/Tt3KrlR4RAI/AAAAAAAACfY/O5QfS2CWaj8/s400/photo-39.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682921154901722114"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool old huge theatre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vjorNIi81E/Tt3KrYxfoHI/AAAAAAAACfM/m3oHS_ZazjA/s1600/photo-40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9vjorNIi81E/Tt3KrYxfoHI/AAAAAAAACfM/m3oHS_ZazjA/s400/photo-40.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682921151544664178"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Exe0ENNXvSE/Tt2AUmDdIaI/AAAAAAAACVk/QsJQidO-vpQ/s1600/catalina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Exe0ENNXvSE/Tt2AUmDdIaI/AAAAAAAACVk/QsJQidO-vpQ/s400/catalina.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839396112212386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this picture. We went to a Rodgers and Hammerstein concert at Disney concert hall - another place I'd always wanted to go, but hadn't. This was my I'm getting squished in the elevator face; it amused him so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRFsd74rjQY/Tt6b9yefEXI/AAAAAAAACg0/5Xd_KamLkAk/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRFsd74rjQY/Tt6b9yefEXI/AAAAAAAACg0/5Xd_KamLkAk/s400/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683151265612108146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics I took when I went back to the Reservoir one evening - so gorgeous at twilight time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DT8RblUpcWo/Tt2B9FWZ0bI/AAAAAAAACa4/3TkSiJ7czHU/s1600/ressolo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DT8RblUpcWo/Tt2B9FWZ0bI/AAAAAAAACa4/3TkSiJ7czHU/s400/ressolo5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841191219581362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duDHVoTgS08/Tt2B8bhVNXI/AAAAAAAACaw/zk4-Dunc8VI/s1600/ressolo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duDHVoTgS08/Tt2B8bhVNXI/AAAAAAAACaw/zk4-Dunc8VI/s400/ressolo4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841179991127410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGGsJgWU1jM/Tt2B8bI2B4I/AAAAAAAACag/Lr6Iu-2PgdI/s1600/ressolo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGGsJgWU1jM/Tt2B8bI2B4I/AAAAAAAACag/Lr6Iu-2PgdI/s400/ressolo3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841179888420738"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuJYlbLCx5g/Tt2BuCl64vI/AAAAAAAACaQ/EJPdbNd1Vaw/s1600/ressolo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuJYlbLCx5g/Tt2BuCl64vI/AAAAAAAACaQ/EJPdbNd1Vaw/s400/ressolo2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840932781318898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAdFEtuwYuc/Tt2BtumDc0I/AAAAAAAACaI/SaCtBCUjDNE/s1600/Ressolo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAdFEtuwYuc/Tt2BtumDc0I/AAAAAAAACaI/SaCtBCUjDNE/s400/Ressolo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682840927413171010"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hollywood Bowl John Williams night with my dear John Beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0xGTeRIhOw/Tt530uO-WtI/AAAAAAAACf8/0tbLFcz870E/s1600/photo-30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0xGTeRIhOw/Tt530uO-WtI/AAAAAAAACf8/0tbLFcz870E/s400/photo-30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683111527435885266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9j3mUh6nxqM/Tt53074_SoI/AAAAAAAACgI/MwKcIhQuQ4U/s1600/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9j3mUh6nxqM/Tt53074_SoI/AAAAAAAACgI/MwKcIhQuQ4U/s400/IMG_1441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683111531101768322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to see the fam in Utah over Labor Day weekend, which meant I was there to celebrate Alex's birthday. I went with the Nighs to Park City and rode the Alpine coaster - it's so fast, so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wurQ05qnRr8/Tt1_vpPdwMI/AAAAAAAACTU/YMYGF7YjKW8/s1600/alpineslide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wurQ05qnRr8/Tt1_vpPdwMI/AAAAAAAACTU/YMYGF7YjKW8/s400/alpineslide.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838761312731330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIk5NL3dV8/Tt1_u3VGCUI/AAAAAAAACTI/PfB_nVmNdsM/s1600/alpineJeradDylan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PIk5NL3dV8/Tt1_u3VGCUI/AAAAAAAACTI/PfB_nVmNdsM/s400/alpineJeradDylan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838747914570050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuI_y47M54Y/Tt1_unj1c6I/AAAAAAAACS8/yWgVU1ySD6A/s1600/alpinealex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuI_y47M54Y/Tt1_unj1c6I/AAAAAAAACS8/yWgVU1ySD6A/s400/alpinealex.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838743681430434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter night up the canyon, lovely and great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrIlF953DEw/Tt2AUROEiMI/AAAAAAAACVY/eKjV3A4KBdU/s1600/CarterNight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DrIlF953DEw/Tt2AUROEiMI/AAAAAAAACVY/eKjV3A4KBdU/s400/CarterNight.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839390519593154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom playing on Alex's new piano. I did my best to teach her "Heart and Soul":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWWuM4EOmog/Tt55nu_cmNI/AAAAAAAACgU/v0-XPBvbQlk/s1600/photo-38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWWuM4EOmog/Tt55nu_cmNI/AAAAAAAACgU/v0-XPBvbQlk/s400/photo-38.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683113503324149970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I was the camp leader for the Young Women's camp at my church. We went up to Big Bear, another place I'd never been. It was beautiful and spiritual and fun. These girls are really wonderful young ladies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A few of the girls on my boat out on Big Bear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bGDIz2FFWI/Tt1_9z18HzI/AAAAAAAACUo/yliZHToQDWA/s1600/camplakegirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bGDIz2FFWI/Tt1_9z18HzI/AAAAAAAACUo/yliZHToQDWA/s400/camplakegirls.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839004676628274"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JM26MbK_jo/Tt1_9qN8b7I/AAAAAAAACUY/0kjQf3leCCI/s1600/campdrive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JM26MbK_jo/Tt1_9qN8b7I/AAAAAAAACUY/0kjQf3leCCI/s400/campdrive.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839002092957618"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination of our hike. Super peaceful, sensory time for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xe9VF0lL_l8/Tt2ATj9VdmI/AAAAAAAACVA/glIQ5QOqWOY/s1600/campripples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xe9VF0lL_l8/Tt2ATj9VdmI/AAAAAAAACVA/glIQ5QOqWOY/s400/campripples.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839378369803874"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGGh0rfm9rc/Tt2ATa_1FLI/AAAAAAAACU0/17-l4Pjsdww/s1600/camplog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGGh0rfm9rc/Tt2ATa_1FLI/AAAAAAAACU0/17-l4Pjsdww/s400/camplog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839375964345522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBdEriKqM5I/Tt1_9XQgBLI/AAAAAAAACUQ/bPDu7Y0ukus/s1600/campcreek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBdEriKqM5I/Tt1_9XQgBLI/AAAAAAAACUQ/bPDu7Y0ukus/s400/campcreek.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838997003404466"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some really nice evenings where I could reflect, write, read and breath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AHOqk5ppXs/Tt2AUOBsa4I/AAAAAAAACVQ/L13_EZtM7QM/s1600/campvista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AHOqk5ppXs/Tt2AUOBsa4I/AAAAAAAACVQ/L13_EZtM7QM/s400/campvista.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682839389662374786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwd7HGzIDdc/Tt2DVUPaO6I/AAAAAAAACeM/K8V7JaFGstk/s1600/campstudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwd7HGzIDdc/Tt2DVUPaO6I/AAAAAAAACeM/K8V7JaFGstk/s400/campstudy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682842707045268386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery was awesome! I want to do more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoU6Rh_Wmkg/Tt1_8gittAI/AAAAAAAACUI/ZxApVnZOg5c/s1600/camparcheryprofile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoU6Rh_Wmkg/Tt1_8gittAI/AAAAAAAACUI/ZxApVnZOg5c/s400/camparcheryprofile.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682838982315848706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnxUIkeK4Y/Tt57keOJcBI/AAAAAAAACgg/41jZyTMC2kQ/s1600/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnxUIkeK4Y/Tt57keOJcBI/AAAAAAAACgg/41jZyTMC2kQ/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683115646306054162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest family, The Udalls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05mBqwDoOyU/Tt2CW65xmyI/AAAAAAAACdI/Rxh3R_cgrtM/s1600/UdallArchery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-05mBqwDoOyU/Tt2CW65xmyI/AAAAAAAACdI/Rxh3R_cgrtM/s400/UdallArchery.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682841635091749666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends, the wonderful, lovely, dear Emily (silly photo, but it makes me smile):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJg5cxPleoI/Tt2DVID9H1I/AAAAAAAACeE/gtK_6E43smk/s1600/campmeandem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJg5cxPleoI/Tt2DVID9H1I/AAAAAAAACeE/gtK_6E43smk/s400/campmeandem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682842703775997778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time with our girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8leWjShU84/Tt2DUngdEwI/AAAAAAAACd4/JKOcIOSH4QI/s1600/campdinner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8leWjShU84/Tt2DUngdEwI/AAAAAAAACd4/JKOcIOSH4QI/s400/campdinner2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682842695037162242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0TrYsyN24/Tt2DUayh3XI/AAAAAAAACds/FA-iIwOo0ew/s1600/campdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0TrYsyN24/Tt2DUayh3XI/AAAAAAAACds/FA-iIwOo0ew/s400/campdinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682842691623312754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3764917243866034346?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3764917243866034346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3764917243866034346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3764917243866034346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3764917243866034346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-11-catch-up.html' title='Summer &apos;11 Catch Up'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKl2wby57W0/Tt2Dk-nv3SI/AAAAAAAACec/7tkrrnucUlw/s72-c/hollywoodbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1388435198543948763</id><published>2011-11-27T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:22:18.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist</title><content type='html'>This was my favorite movie of the year and of many years. It was perfect. Refreshing, funny, sweet, smart. I just saw it yesterday and I wish I could see it again today and tomorrow. Peppy Miller (Berenice Bejo) is adorable and beautiful and I am in love with George Valentin (the sexy Frenchman, Jean Dujardin). I grew up watching and loving old movies and this movie captures what was great about them. I can't say enough about this movie. I love it, love it, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65LcOXZQe0w/TtMaOpJ_GsI/AAAAAAAACSM/xNiN0f-YXF0/s1600/the-artist-movie-image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65LcOXZQe0w/TtMaOpJ_GsI/AAAAAAAACSM/xNiN0f-YXF0/s400/the-artist-movie-image-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679912393912556226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEAbbib6iDs/TtMaOw-71MI/AAAAAAAACSk/Npb09XWObAg/s1600/The-Artist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEAbbib6iDs/TtMaOw-71MI/AAAAAAAACSk/Npb09XWObAg/s400/The-Artist1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679912396013688002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vCcbmlFwyU/TtMaOtpVDvI/AAAAAAAACSU/Yc610m7havc/s1600/the-artist-movie-photo-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vCcbmlFwyU/TtMaOtpVDvI/AAAAAAAACSU/Yc610m7havc/s400/the-artist-movie-photo-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679912395117760242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIN8yJtph9I/TtMaPrjfNfI/AAAAAAAACSw/CgZqKrCYOn4/s1600/64708_the-artist_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIN8yJtph9I/TtMaPrjfNfI/AAAAAAAACSw/CgZqKrCYOn4/s400/64708_the-artist_320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679912411736258034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1388435198543948763?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1388435198543948763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1388435198543948763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1388435198543948763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1388435198543948763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/artist.html' title='The Artist'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65LcOXZQe0w/TtMaOpJ_GsI/AAAAAAAACSM/xNiN0f-YXF0/s72-c/the-artist-movie-image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1148607242674142682</id><published>2011-11-27T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:09:47.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Napa</title><content type='html'>Just had my first Thanksgiving in Napa with my Aunt Elaine and Grandma. Growing up we went to Napa almost every Summer, but I had never been to Napa in the Fall, so I was happy to experience it: it's beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I arrived, I drove up highway 29, stopping to take pictures and drink it all in. It was overcast, but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhVIop4EHk/TtMEFR2Ve7I/AAAAAAAACFo/HajShUjaacM/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhVIop4EHk/TtMEFR2Ve7I/AAAAAAAACFo/HajShUjaacM/s400/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679888043781487538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ0igwsZloY/TtMEFmMqDtI/AAAAAAAACFw/A5MgWNKsbdE/s1600/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ0igwsZloY/TtMEFmMqDtI/AAAAAAAACFw/A5MgWNKsbdE/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679888049243819730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgRJD_eCyWw/TtMEF-ho_dI/AAAAAAAACGE/Vc87fWzOFZw/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgRJD_eCyWw/TtMEF-ho_dI/AAAAAAAACGE/Vc87fWzOFZw/s400/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679888055774281170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_uQLdP3i4g/TtMEGo2z_dI/AAAAAAAACGM/UfgICYKuJG4/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_uQLdP3i4g/TtMEGo2z_dI/AAAAAAAACGM/UfgICYKuJG4/s400/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679888067137371602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9C3qhsbNkgM/TtMFMBkn0gI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRjSj2q1Cas/s1600/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9C3qhsbNkgM/TtMFMBkn0gI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRjSj2q1Cas/s400/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679889259182936578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kF9YuTm3uk8/TtMFM1_YAdI/AAAAAAAACG8/Kx8AbcVkb1E/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kF9YuTm3uk8/TtMFM1_YAdI/AAAAAAAACG8/Kx8AbcVkb1E/s400/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679889273253790162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fbWWYb9wOBw/TtMFNJ2tZDI/AAAAAAAACHI/RnSTXlrcav8/s1600/IMG_2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0v-Mg4F7oeQ/TtMGJ_Ou-aI/AAAAAAAACHc/y9AzKnTnepE/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679890323706149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jO29XDBRqSw/TtMGKoNb46I/AAAAAAAACH4/0uQpvwG6A2Y/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jO29XDBRqSw/TtMGKoNb46I/AAAAAAAACH4/0uQpvwG6A2Y/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679890334706557858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--x_C44_34a4/TtMHMSCGNZI/AAAAAAAACIQ/rNA25m2BFsE/s1600/IMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVhNVBDQ1o/TtMHM8z_BHI/AAAAAAAACIo/G9LY46E-LGk/s400/IMG_2131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679891474108318834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpsT_TxpVg/TtMHN0rbkRI/AAAAAAAACJA/fWY29GOQAGk/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpsT_TxpVg/TtMHN0rbkRI/AAAAAAAACJA/fWY29GOQAGk/s400/IMG_2134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679891489104826642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pav235cyrsE/TtMISVBerXI/AAAAAAAACJM/eJmwS0wznv8/s1600/IMG_2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pav235cyrsE/TtMISVBerXI/AAAAAAAACJM/eJmwS0wznv8/s400/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679892666018344306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfCAXNUG-9w/TtMISpDab7I/AAAAAAAACJY/T4h2dwiMlTg/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfCAXNUG-9w/TtMISpDab7I/AAAAAAAACJY/T4h2dwiMlTg/s400/IMG_2137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679892671395164082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCcATCjZz0Q/TtMIT7kyqnI/AAAAAAAACJw/q7LMj-pmU70/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCcATCjZz0Q/TtMIT7kyqnI/AAAAAAAACJw/q7LMj-pmU70/s400/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679892693546871410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO11Y8NYsB0/TtMITnuUfsI/AAAAAAAACJk/C0-Y8n9oRnY/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YO11Y8NYsB0/TtMITnuUfsI/AAAAAAAACJk/C0-Y8n9oRnY/s400/IMG_2139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679892688218128066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af0hx4dpDUs/TtMJE3thQzI/AAAAAAAACKI/sShGUlfK01c/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af0hx4dpDUs/TtMJE3thQzI/AAAAAAAACKI/sShGUlfK01c/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679893534323327794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-415stNcB1oA/TtMJFWNKRZI/AAAAAAAACKY/5V9pk7OFBA8/s1600/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-415stNcB1oA/TtMJFWNKRZI/AAAAAAAACKY/5V9pk7OFBA8/s400/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679893542509102482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE_7h7f3slk/TtMJGYRDcgI/AAAAAAAACKg/isqGhjD9WHI/s1600/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HE_7h7f3slk/TtMJGYRDcgI/AAAAAAAACKg/isqGhjD9WHI/s400/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679893560242172418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-N6lfqRYT4/TtMJG_M2-tI/AAAAAAAACKs/66gOhiaIpCo/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-N6lfqRYT4/TtMJG_M2-tI/AAAAAAAACKs/66gOhiaIpCo/s400/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679893570693561042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to spend time with my aunt and grandma. I have a very small extended family, but I'm lucky to have these two in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_rN_lJ9zNs/TtMNExuvcOI/AAAAAAAACLQ/VHET70kSyy4/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_rN_lJ9zNs/TtMNExuvcOI/AAAAAAAACLQ/VHET70kSyy4/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679897930764349666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFLgseZ9s1g/TtMNEegRvSI/AAAAAAAACLE/xVm0XjJU0_g/s1600/IMG_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFLgseZ9s1g/TtMNEegRvSI/AAAAAAAACLE/xVm0XjJU0_g/s400/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679897925603409186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBndOP3jLK8/TtMNEODCAhI/AAAAAAAACK4/kJHXjVbS2fQ/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBndOP3jLK8/TtMNEODCAhI/AAAAAAAACK4/kJHXjVbS2fQ/s400/IMG_2153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679897921185776146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice Thanksgiving meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DBApgQj-1c/TtMNxz26ZjI/AAAAAAAACLo/FJcg5JO4kbI/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DBApgQj-1c/TtMNxz26ZjI/AAAAAAAACLo/FJcg5JO4kbI/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679898704429606450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I've ever carved a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ob0HWUf8DIY/TtMNxTsVxvI/AAAAAAAACLc/3hX-QggnaeQ/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ob0HWUf8DIY/TtMNxTsVxvI/AAAAAAAACLc/3hX-QggnaeQ/s400/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679898695795328754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended it off with my chocolate pecan pie. So yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHfv2wHxGSo/TtMNyFjnZ_I/AAAAAAAACLw/uPtME6A22XI/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHfv2wHxGSo/TtMNyFjnZ_I/AAAAAAAACLw/uPtME6A22XI/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679898709180508146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroll Thanksgiving eve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cudp2zdQ_WU/TtMQHmv-KhI/AAAAAAAACNU/WqQhypLm_cY/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cudp2zdQ_WU/TtMQHmv-KhI/AAAAAAAACNU/WqQhypLm_cY/s400/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901277891209746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCGxh6WUMZ0/TtMQHM_3uOI/AAAAAAAACNI/I10-ZdZIFqk/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCGxh6WUMZ0/TtMQHM_3uOI/AAAAAAAACNI/I10-ZdZIFqk/s400/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901270978574562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfJeqMdFJnE/TtMQGcx1tKI/AAAAAAAACNA/42MbwMrOA7k/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfJeqMdFJnE/TtMQGcx1tKI/AAAAAAAACNA/42MbwMrOA7k/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901258034820258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_8N3qxOphw/TtMQFwQs9vI/AAAAAAAACMw/DbGwTE_fo-I/s1600/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_8N3qxOphw/TtMQFwQs9vI/AAAAAAAACMw/DbGwTE_fo-I/s400/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679901246084675314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another drive further up 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kgwIMzTT_Y/TtMRX9rUPOI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Pkr8hkO8tfo/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kgwIMzTT_Y/TtMRX9rUPOI/AAAAAAAACOQ/Pkr8hkO8tfo/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902658435235042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdDszE3nFnU/TtMRXgsGTRI/AAAAAAAACOA/JSL8Pxhnfoo/s1600/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdDszE3nFnU/TtMRXgsGTRI/AAAAAAAACOA/JSL8Pxhnfoo/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902650653887762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktWHdrpQsuQ/TtMRXcY-KeI/AAAAAAAACN4/Z4ViAbnpFIM/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktWHdrpQsuQ/TtMRXcY-KeI/AAAAAAAACN4/Z4ViAbnpFIM/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902649499920866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUt-cuzkakI/TtMRWqhC59I/AAAAAAAACNw/KtMXQ4Lblyw/s1600/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nUt-cuzkakI/TtMRWqhC59I/AAAAAAAACNw/KtMXQ4Lblyw/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902636112013266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T00jjGwt82k/TtMRWToJGaI/AAAAAAAACNg/O7MYojVdWGI/s1600/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T00jjGwt82k/TtMRWToJGaI/AAAAAAAACNg/O7MYojVdWGI/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679902629967763874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD1Yp2UVII4/TtMSjXtpRvI/AAAAAAAACPI/S5ZCUvncIOQ/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD1Yp2UVII4/TtMSjXtpRvI/AAAAAAAACPI/S5ZCUvncIOQ/s400/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679903953914513138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElvKBTrVGP4/TtMSjAm-OsI/AAAAAAAACPA/nEIWKanLo3o/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElvKBTrVGP4/TtMSjAm-OsI/AAAAAAAACPA/nEIWKanLo3o/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679903947712510658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dR7_8O188e8/TtMSi2rsYEI/AAAAAAAACO0/ace1ex75Mpk/s1600/IMG_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dR7_8O188e8/TtMSi2rsYEI/AAAAAAAACO0/ace1ex75Mpk/s400/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679903945047957570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JppZva5hPY/TtMSiOSL5HI/AAAAAAAACOs/icLX_yz4VCs/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JppZva5hPY/TtMSiOSL5HI/AAAAAAAACOs/icLX_yz4VCs/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679903934203552882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7l_A9aEOT3g/TtMSiO_u81I/AAAAAAAACOc/RO1miU8DUbY/s1600/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7l_A9aEOT3g/TtMSiO_u81I/AAAAAAAACOc/RO1miU8DUbY/s400/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679903934394594130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u3dvxLtPIU/TtMUH_E5PKI/AAAAAAAACP8/aXrPFyMsAMA/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u3dvxLtPIU/TtMUH_E5PKI/AAAAAAAACP8/aXrPFyMsAMA/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679905682467929250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SY4EiIEm920/TtMUHesUtNI/AAAAAAAACPw/Aba7WM-yC6U/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SY4EiIEm920/TtMUHesUtNI/AAAAAAAACPw/Aba7WM-yC6U/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679905673774937298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Vovy3-pws/TtMUHNDMqgI/AAAAAAAACPk/sE2QCwhZ9k0/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5Vovy3-pws/TtMUHNDMqgI/AAAAAAAACPk/sE2QCwhZ9k0/s400/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679905669039041026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HttTB_s1cyk/TtMUG4nc_qI/AAAAAAAACPY/co6KCwqqDvs/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HttTB_s1cyk/TtMUG4nc_qI/AAAAAAAACPY/co6KCwqqDvs/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679905663553961634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bale Grist Mill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_LV_-xID1I/TtMVtDB8XnI/AAAAAAAACQ4/a5piUdRisfM/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_LV_-xID1I/TtMVtDB8XnI/AAAAAAAACQ4/a5piUdRisfM/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907418696081010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZCZ2UQ6cHw/TtMVsReJ2WI/AAAAAAAACQw/Egx9lgYa3Qk/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZCZ2UQ6cHw/TtMVsReJ2WI/AAAAAAAACQw/Egx9lgYa3Qk/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907405392632162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWv81kkFHsA/TtMVsKrcHVI/AAAAAAAACQg/VpzP3wLE_eU/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWv81kkFHsA/TtMVsKrcHVI/AAAAAAAACQg/VpzP3wLE_eU/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907403569306962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhCBOhRn_m0/TtMVrlMXrUI/AAAAAAAACQY/-QjTmCDIYWc/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhCBOhRn_m0/TtMVrlMXrUI/AAAAAAAACQY/-QjTmCDIYWc/s400/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907393506880834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKXbnLKNHnk/TtMVrlbVTeI/AAAAAAAACQI/2oasMQo5iHw/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKXbnLKNHnk/TtMVrlbVTeI/AAAAAAAACQI/2oasMQo5iHw/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679907393569639906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCDrbhcBcss/TtMWaQFwoNI/AAAAAAAACRg/kzxbZCQJ0JI/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCDrbhcBcss/TtMWaQFwoNI/AAAAAAAACRg/kzxbZCQJ0JI/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908195295862994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urjKDzOWGkg/TtMWaLo7NQI/AAAAAAAACRM/HhzYdjkNR5w/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urjKDzOWGkg/TtMWaLo7NQI/AAAAAAAACRM/HhzYdjkNR5w/s400/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908194101179650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knVu3gbsB4w/TtMWZ2gBQkI/AAAAAAAACRE/9Um1uozDGA8/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knVu3gbsB4w/TtMWZ2gBQkI/AAAAAAAACRE/9Um1uozDGA8/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908188426682946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice long walk to parts of Napa I'd never seen before. Came upon this little farm, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnHlaR2qe4w/TtMO1d8kUPI/AAAAAAAACMk/OWvQJWJfKcc/s1600/IMG_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnHlaR2qe4w/TtMO1d8kUPI/AAAAAAAACMk/OWvQJWJfKcc/s400/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679899866778849522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu9eBRfwKBA/TtMO1DQM1MI/AAAAAAAACMY/WIsvQ7MbsgA/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nu9eBRfwKBA/TtMO1DQM1MI/AAAAAAAACMY/WIsvQ7MbsgA/s400/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679899859613439170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxGasCYGcFw/TtMO0mF_ylI/AAAAAAAACMI/KfKYRrQxieU/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxGasCYGcFw/TtMO0mF_ylI/AAAAAAAACMI/KfKYRrQxieU/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679899851786013266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzQiv3MJN28/TtMO0f0O2BI/AAAAAAAACMA/l75voqB0Jwk/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DzQiv3MJN28/TtMO0f0O2BI/AAAAAAAACMA/l75voqB0Jwk/s400/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679899850100889618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after Thanksgiving we decorated the Christmas tree. Getting me in the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ts1BZhruW5o/TtMXIF5VdXI/AAAAAAAACSA/CC7YWtIRn7c/s1600/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ts1BZhruW5o/TtMXIF5VdXI/AAAAAAAACSA/CC7YWtIRn7c/s400/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908982833378674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0aNbIhvrPs/TtMXHhwBv6I/AAAAAAAACR0/S2MLjjz2CLA/s1600/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0aNbIhvrPs/TtMXHhwBv6I/AAAAAAAACR0/S2MLjjz2CLA/s400/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908973130661794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9tPZFoUcGU/TtMXHa0UY_I/AAAAAAAACRo/Zo42XTOUutk/s1600/IMG_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9tPZFoUcGU/TtMXHa0UY_I/AAAAAAAACRo/Zo42XTOUutk/s400/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679908971269612530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Aunt Elaine and Grandma for having me. Great to be with family on Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1148607242674142682?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1148607242674142682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1148607242674142682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1148607242674142682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1148607242674142682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-in-napa.html' title='Thanksgiving in Napa'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhVIop4EHk/TtMEFR2Ve7I/AAAAAAAACFo/HajShUjaacM/s72-c/IMG_2109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-6663549214251970143</id><published>2011-11-16T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:06:41.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPH3KJsnGcs/TsQlz2i0loI/AAAAAAAACFI/sTR5fbgjn2o/s1600/peterpan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPH3KJsnGcs/TsQlz2i0loI/AAAAAAAACFI/sTR5fbgjn2o/s400/peterpan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675703003138791042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWI9HjDH7Gg/TsQlzrszO5I/AAAAAAAACFA/GjYQ1DcOuDU/s1600/adults.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWI9HjDH7Gg/TsQlzrszO5I/AAAAAAAACFA/GjYQ1DcOuDU/s400/adults.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675703000227855250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0f0KDelAo8/TsQlzk4HTYI/AAAAAAAACE4/1T-ReQScsU4/s1600/you-are-my-sunshine-ap113-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0f0KDelAo8/TsQlzk4HTYI/AAAAAAAACE4/1T-ReQScsU4/s400/you-are-my-sunshine-ap113-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675702998396259714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-6663549214251970143?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/6663549214251970143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=6663549214251970143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6663549214251970143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6663549214251970143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPH3KJsnGcs/TsQlz2i0loI/AAAAAAAACFI/sTR5fbgjn2o/s72-c/peterpan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5964274969103683815</id><published>2011-11-15T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:08:50.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>Hadn't read this poem in years and forgot how great it is. Truly some wonderful words to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too:&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated don’t give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same:&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss:&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much:&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,&lt;br /&gt;And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5964274969103683815?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5964274969103683815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5964274969103683815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5964274969103683815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5964274969103683815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-6894245710366312361</id><published>2011-11-04T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:30:36.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Birth</title><content type='html'>I'm a couple days behind on all my posts here, but my birthday just happened and I thought I'd do a little checkin' in on my aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hell of a year. The hardest year and yet also the year of the most growth and learning. I have been really blessed through the adversity I've faced. I always thought it was bunk when I'd hear about people being grateful for their trials, but I think I get that now. I am grateful because I have really grown a ton, learned a ton and I am grateful for what I've learned about myself and about the Lord. I have had more amazing spiritual experiences over these last several months than the whole of my life, really. I like the person I'm becoming. I like that my goals and standards and desires are being refined and refocused. I feel like I am starting a second life right now and it can be anything I want it to be. Don't know where this quote came from but, "In the depth of Winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible Summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from "He's Just Not That Into You" (read from a quote book from my friend in NYC - it's really good, actually!):&lt;br /&gt;"A standard is setting a level for yourself of what you will or won't tolerate. You get to decide how it's going to be for you. You can now design the person you want to be in the future, and the standards you want to have. Make sure you know what you stand for and what you believe in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am 32 years old now, and let me say I like my 32 year old self so so much more than say, my 22 year old self. Things really do get better. I like that I am way more confident and ballsy now. With each year that passes, I worry less and less about what people think about me, less about fitting in and looking a certain way or being cool or whatever. I appreciate my tastes and opinions. I know I look better now than I did when I was a teen or 20's. Now, of course, I fear the downslope is on it's way, but I'm just going to enjoy my temporary upslope and try not to worry about the wrinkles which also increase with each year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "ballsy" above, pardon the term, but I do like that I'm willing to put myself out there, speak my mind more, not take crap. I feel like a strong, empowered woman. (I am woman hear me roar...) No, but seriously. I often feel like I am a little kid pretending to be an adult - like I'm wearing an adult costume, pretending I know how to work and function in the world. I suspect most people feel this way sometimes. But, for instance, doing my trip last week was great. Yes, I met up with my friends in MS and NY, but I felt great travelling on my own, making my way around NYC. I don't know, that sounds weird. I've always been pretty independent, but I am enjoying it more fully now. Fear and self-doubt lessens with time. Now, I say all this, and yet I still realize I am way more self-conscious and down on myself than I should be. Just yesterday my good friend was telling me I need to quit it, and he's right, but I am making progress, is the point. And I want to continue progressing with this line of thought: believing in myself and not making the comparisons to others that women so often do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into it at this time, but I am super invigorated and excited to make some big career changes this year. Now is the time to pursue the things I care about and make a reality out of dreams that I always talked myself out of pursuing. That's something I way regret about myself 10+ years ago: I was too scared and made way too many excuses which kept me from doing things. Thing were always too expensive or not smart or practical - yuck. So, now I have this second shot to DO. I am going to get off my butt and put the work in and make things happen: yes, it's scary and impractical and expensive and risky, but I say, bring it on. Carpe Diem, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago there was a lesson in one of my classes at church where the teacher was talking about To Do lists, we all have these lists, but she talked about having a To Be list. Who do I wanna be? I am. I want to be.  And another churchy quote, but which is a great focusing thought for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the Lord with all your heart, might, mind and strength. Enlist in great and noble causes. Create of your homes sanctuaries of holiness and strength. Magnify your callings in the Church. Fill your minds with learning. Strengthen your testimonies. Reach out to others. Create of your life a masterpiece."&lt;br /&gt;I love that last sentence: create of your life a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Heidi. Here's to an amazing year ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I hope I meet some hot British or Australian or other dudes - ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-6894245710366312361?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/6894245710366312361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=6894245710366312361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6894245710366312361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6894245710366312361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-of-birth.html' title='Day of Birth'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-4321972938110617578</id><published>2011-11-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:09:29.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I feel like I'm the only one in my office (whichever office, whichever job) that wants to dress up, but this year our office won a party and held it on Halloween. We decided that everyone should dress up like a TV character. It was so great to come in on Monday and have everyone in costume - it made me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try to do something scary still, so I thought of Twilight Zone, one of my favorite shows, and voila - the pig-faced nurse from the In the Eye of the Beholder episode. The makeup wasn't great, kinda chunky and the paper mache lip I made was weird, but I think the overall effect was good and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJCYmCm4-vg/TrMP30HLtpI/AAAAAAAACDg/sxbh9QK8NFw/s1600/PigFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJCYmCm4-vg/TrMP30HLtpI/AAAAAAAACDg/sxbh9QK8NFw/s400/PigFace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893807345579666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63yxsAYqxUQ/TrMP4dbSaUI/AAAAAAAACDs/3JDB_vUs0WY/s1600/pigfacecolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63yxsAYqxUQ/TrMP4dbSaUI/AAAAAAAACDs/3JDB_vUs0WY/s400/pigfacecolor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893818435758402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnFz0C2wolw/TrMP5PmRO0I/AAAAAAAACD4/8JnfgFRoJRg/s1600/winners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnFz0C2wolw/TrMP5PmRO0I/AAAAAAAACD4/8JnfgFRoJRg/s400/winners.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893831903591234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WveUOtqJ4g0/TrMP58MFI2I/AAAAAAAACEI/vVM74qlPMx4/s1600/pigface.nightwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WveUOtqJ4g0/TrMP58MFI2I/AAAAAAAACEI/vVM74qlPMx4/s400/pigface.nightwing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670893843873342306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ0HWmCoTLU/TrMQEEdSe6I/AAAAAAAACEg/T3IEg1Vt1oY/s1600/WBHalloween3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ0HWmCoTLU/TrMQEEdSe6I/AAAAAAAACEg/T3IEg1Vt1oY/s400/WBHalloween3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670894017891695522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qULUOSV1DhQ/TrMQDitCVdI/AAAAAAAACEU/nrewXSoc1Qo/s1600/WBHalloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qULUOSV1DhQ/TrMQDitCVdI/AAAAAAAACEU/nrewXSoc1Qo/s400/WBHalloween4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670894008830940626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Photo&lt;br /&gt;(L to R)&lt;br /&gt;Row 1: Scott as Sheldon from "Big Bang Theory", Jody as Don Draper from "Mad Men", Diana as Ugly Betty, Barbara as Det. Johnson from "The Closer", Rachel as the Zooey Deschanel character from "New Girl", Arika as Wilson from "Home Improvement".&lt;br /&gt;Row 2: Indira as Chrissie Snow from "Three's Company", Sharmalee as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beach as Night Wing, Nan as Buddy from "Family", Jillian as Sue Sylvester from "Glee", some pig-faced girl, Mandy as Sookie from "True Blood", Jeannie as a character from "Hart to Hart", Lora as one of the Ewings from "Dallas", Tanya as Mary Catherine Gallagher from SNL/"Superstar", Cathy as Selena, Lynn as Dexter from "Dexter" (serial killer) and Nic G. as one of Dexter's victims, Jared as Lex Luthor, Stacy as another character from "True Blood"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-4321972938110617578?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/4321972938110617578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=4321972938110617578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4321972938110617578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4321972938110617578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='In the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJCYmCm4-vg/TrMP30HLtpI/AAAAAAAACDg/sxbh9QK8NFw/s72-c/PigFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1192161655554850818</id><published>2011-10-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:57:33.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This land is my land, this land is your land from Mississippi to the New York Island</title><content type='html'>I got back yesterday from a most fantastic and much needed trip. This is gonna be long and boring, possibly too detailed and contain lots of photos, but I want to have this online scrapbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my friend, Courtney, from the theatre program at the UofU told me that Alan Rickman was going to be doing a play on Broadway this Fall. We both love many of the same things, mostly the same English actors, including Mr. Rickman. She suggested that we go to NYC and see it. Around the same time this was developing, I was also discussing visiting a friend I met over the Summer at WB who lives in Mississippi. I had never been to the South, so I decided to make this one grand trip to see the South and NYC. Without getting into the details, thanks to Courtney and her mom the trip became a reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, the 20th, I had a long day of airports to try to get to Mississippi. I was flying standby and it was somethin' else to get to Dallas. I had planned on getting into Memphis Thursday afternoon and having that day, but it didn't work out that way so I ended up getting into Memphis around 10pm. My friend, Sherrod, picked me up and had Memphis BBQ ribs waiting for me in the car from Rendevous Ribs. They were amazing - a great dry rub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TWBhmRk9IQ/Tq4iMLKSEzI/AAAAAAAABX4/GqCzWzSBPdA/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TWBhmRk9IQ/Tq4iMLKSEzI/AAAAAAAABX4/GqCzWzSBPdA/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669506573455725362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scarfed them in the car while we drove towards Indianola, Mississippi to stay at the home of his Grandma, Mama Dorris. As it was dark outside I missed out on seeing the lovely drive, but had a great time catching up with Sherrod. We arrived at Mama Dorris' in Indianola and continued snacking on ribs in the kitchen and chatting. It was a lovely home and I stayed in an adorable guest room. The next morning I woke up and peered out the window to see my first glimpse of Mississippi by the light of day. It was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUOlIef0mMA/Tq4ja1braMI/AAAAAAAABYU/Ge3VaChDy8c/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUOlIef0mMA/Tq4ja1braMI/AAAAAAAABYU/Ge3VaChDy8c/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669507924832774338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPpP-xGe5Hk/Tq4jakh-G2I/AAAAAAAABYE/GX_9Jzshu6U/s1600/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPpP-xGe5Hk/Tq4jakh-G2I/AAAAAAAABYE/GX_9Jzshu6U/s400/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669507920295762786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrod and Mama Dorris were still sleeping, so I wanted to go outside and explore. There was an alarm on the house, so I woke Sherrod to let me outside of the house! and then I explored. It was really beautiful. They have tons of farm land and the lovely house is surrounded by beautiful land. There's marsh land, huge green grassy lawns and trees. It was crisp air, peaceful and a perfect way to start my morning in Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-KPQrwz7Vg/Tq4msKZnaGI/AAAAAAAABYo/dMdkhffWQLg/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-KPQrwz7Vg/Tq4msKZnaGI/AAAAAAAABYo/dMdkhffWQLg/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511521053927522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvXjWFtn7-0/Tq4mr5U-KlI/AAAAAAAABYc/Z81qljlIwqY/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvXjWFtn7-0/Tq4mr5U-KlI/AAAAAAAABYc/Z81qljlIwqY/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511516471044690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWB5JMJA5lc/Tq4mtKGSA5I/AAAAAAAABZA/rABxs7fbSCI/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWB5JMJA5lc/Tq4mtKGSA5I/AAAAAAAABZA/rABxs7fbSCI/s400/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511538152702866"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGzA32fh_Ls/Tq4mshfmvlI/AAAAAAAABY4/XpTjwTW5tQQ/s1600/IMG_1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGzA32fh_Ls/Tq4mshfmvlI/AAAAAAAABY4/XpTjwTW5tQQ/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511527253065298"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urDb-S6SQUE/Tq4qE7z0lZI/AAAAAAAABZk/RmCfsf7-eco/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urDb-S6SQUE/Tq4qE7z0lZI/AAAAAAAABZk/RmCfsf7-eco/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669515245168924050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcVuK_7wkm0/Tq4qEQp_SxI/AAAAAAAABZY/uqaTnqoVUYk/s1600/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcVuK_7wkm0/Tq4qEQp_SxI/AAAAAAAABZY/uqaTnqoVUYk/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669515233584958226"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OVpx5uFNd8/Tq4qD69rVmI/AAAAAAAABZM/OH5TDOdBBYg/s1600/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OVpx5uFNd8/Tq4qD69rVmI/AAAAAAAABZM/OH5TDOdBBYg/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669515227761956450"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ILRd00mb8dw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I explored, Sherrod made breakfast for all of us. Mama Dorris got up and I met her: she was adorable, a sweet, lovely lady. We chatted and ate and then Sherrod's uncle Hulbert came by. I had a nice long chat with him. They were so very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUsX1XLEYBg/TrR1dGqx5CI/AAAAAAAACEs/HXLBS1-Dj0A/s1600/MamaDoris.Hulbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUsX1XLEYBg/TrR1dGqx5CI/AAAAAAAACEs/HXLBS1-Dj0A/s400/MamaDoris.Hulbert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671286973632996386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrod and I then headed out to tour the Mississippi Delta. We first went to Leland, Sherrod's hometown. We visited the Kermit/Jim Henson museum. Jim Henson lived in Leland as a boy and they call Leland the "birthplace of the frog." It was a tiny little museum, but cool to see Kermit and other Henson memorabilia. The curator was hilarious - a little old lady who talked on and on about Jim Henson and then talked some more! We drove around town, I saw Sherrod's childhood home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUYQGbuDcXI/Tq4uXuZDBeI/AAAAAAAABZw/JN1aAqIvVGo/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUYQGbuDcXI/Tq4uXuZDBeI/AAAAAAAABZw/JN1aAqIvVGo/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669519966030988770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puC_BZe_fZk/Tq4uYdUbqyI/AAAAAAAABaI/zmzlXf38Vmc/s1600/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puC_BZe_fZk/Tq4uYdUbqyI/AAAAAAAABaI/zmzlXf38Vmc/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669519978628098850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMcVbs5SimY/Tq4uX5nFfpI/AAAAAAAABaA/-ZdCl8G8v7c/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMcVbs5SimY/Tq4uX5nFfpI/AAAAAAAABaA/-ZdCl8G8v7c/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669519969042661010"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFVVfaaTG-I/Tq4uYwJG3_I/AAAAAAAABaU/Qa8-wvPlpT4/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFVVfaaTG-I/Tq4uYwJG3_I/AAAAAAAABaU/Qa8-wvPlpT4/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669519983680872434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYd6aRUy2mk/Tq4vlh748KI/AAAAAAAABbE/V5rC0vZe9kQ/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYd6aRUy2mk/Tq4vlh748KI/AAAAAAAABbE/V5rC0vZe9kQ/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669521302717264034"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a mennonite bakery, got some sugar cookies and picked up cinnamon rolls, which we ate all weekend. Sherrod LOVES his cinnamon rolls! We then went to the B.B. King museum in Indianola. It is in an awesome old building, the old cotton factory that B.B. worked in. It's a really impressive museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsVz79xqQNc/Tq4vkoH0JfI/AAAAAAAABao/gIqUHWguXdQ/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsVz79xqQNc/Tq4vkoH0JfI/AAAAAAAABao/gIqUHWguXdQ/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669521287198025202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHvxT_FXN5M/Tq4vkffJkgI/AAAAAAAABag/KxDLGEK0w0w/s1600/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHvxT_FXN5M/Tq4vkffJkgI/AAAAAAAABag/KxDLGEK0w0w/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669521284879979010"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T1ncHtc2T0M/Tq4vk1oh5fI/AAAAAAAABa4/eOXn-SnqYlk/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T1ncHtc2T0M/Tq4vk1oh5fI/AAAAAAAABa4/eOXn-SnqYlk/s400/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669521290824902130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Greenwood and had lunch at the Crystal Grill. Sherrod ordered us up breaded veal cutlets with gravy, baked potato and we finished that off with a chocolate pie (so good). We then explored around Greenwood - went to Mississippi Gift Company where we I met some ladies who Sherrod knew and one whom tried to set me up with her son that lives in L.A. - haha.  Saw some other little shops, including the Viking store (Viking headquarters are in MS) and the Alluvian Hotel. It was a cute downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Oxford. Oxford is where Ole Miss is, where Sherrod lives. The drive to Oxford was gorgeous! So green, so many trees. Just gorgeous. We stopped at some cotton fields which are crazy and such a unique sight to see. (we took a ton of pics as the sun was in a hard spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbjpBoZHz0/Tq4zgL6-NeI/AAAAAAAABbo/708Nns4aJWY/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbjpBoZHz0/Tq4zgL6-NeI/AAAAAAAABbo/708Nns4aJWY/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669525608955000290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIqQ95k-KYQ/Tq4zfRb5_yI/AAAAAAAABbc/rvCHV0Z0Yc0/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIqQ95k-KYQ/Tq4zfRb5_yI/AAAAAAAABbc/rvCHV0Z0Yc0/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669525593255444258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goIV1X1xLk8/Tq4zfGs7pgI/AAAAAAAABbQ/tIFCgmt6lfg/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goIV1X1xLk8/Tq4zfGs7pgI/AAAAAAAABbQ/tIFCgmt6lfg/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669525590374065666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvNyKFMcVRs/Tq4zgbTkffI/AAAAAAAABbw/yGVf7GspuNU/s1600/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvNyKFMcVRs/Tq4zgbTkffI/AAAAAAAABbw/yGVf7GspuNU/s400/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669525613084704242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WW98N7LkDHo/Tq41P0ZP9TI/AAAAAAAABcA/srsY_5SqKls/s1600/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WW98N7LkDHo/Tq41P0ZP9TI/AAAAAAAABcA/srsY_5SqKls/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669527526784890162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT33N-m4dfQ/Tq41QHWT_DI/AAAAAAAABcU/a88DLb42MqI/s1600/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT33N-m4dfQ/Tq41QHWT_DI/AAAAAAAABcU/a88DLb42MqI/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669527531872844850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0X2EcRCoegY/Tq41QrYez-I/AAAAAAAABck/P3kyuG_p6Sc/s1600/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0X2EcRCoegY/Tq41QrYez-I/AAAAAAAABck/P3kyuG_p6Sc/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669527541545619426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSQOQWQ1uQU/Tq43TdqWeDI/AAAAAAAABcw/YZwCHZTw1-c/s1600/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSQOQWQ1uQU/Tq43TdqWeDI/AAAAAAAABcw/YZwCHZTw1-c/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669529788425336882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXFi6dD3AAE/Tq43TmrqfjI/AAAAAAAABc8/VKxsmNzMvSQ/s1600/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXFi6dD3AAE/Tq43TmrqfjI/AAAAAAAABc8/VKxsmNzMvSQ/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669529790846762546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped my stuff off at Sherrod's house, changed for dinner and then headed to the square at Oxford. It's really cute - lots of shops, restaurants etc. Went to City Grocery for drinks - it's cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7KEjU9pDcc/Tq45p5NI7fI/AAAAAAAABds/YD4OnZ2WXoo/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7KEjU9pDcc/Tq45p5NI7fI/AAAAAAAABds/YD4OnZ2WXoo/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669532372799385074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wo6YRqjRXc/Tq45pgSnxCI/AAAAAAAABdg/rilaWO3w2ws/s1600/IMG_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wo6YRqjRXc/Tq45pgSnxCI/AAAAAAAABdg/rilaWO3w2ws/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669532366111491106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOh5ANTyQ-c/Tq45pCkMIYI/AAAAAAAABdU/Dp_HlR4vrO8/s1600/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOh5ANTyQ-c/Tq45pCkMIYI/AAAAAAAABdU/Dp_HlR4vrO8/s400/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669532358132113794"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6URZyu_kTLw/Tq45o_4h38I/AAAAAAAABdI/vpVOMSXKk8c/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6URZyu_kTLw/Tq45o_4h38I/AAAAAAAABdI/vpVOMSXKk8c/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669532357412118466"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner at Lenora's along with Sherrod's roommate, Matt. After that we headed to a bar, where there was a band playing and just had fun hanging out. It was a rollercoaster of a night emotionally. I'll leave it at that. But it was necessary. What a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big Ole Miss football game. It is a big deal. So many people. We walked through the circle on the way to the game where people had tents set up. I'd never seen a huge marching band kicking things off. I was amused by "oh I wish I was in the land of cotton...." as we had been singing that all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ae6OrDDfRes" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learned the cheer and did my best to keep up! Are you ready? Hell yes! Damn right! Hotty toddy, gosh almighty, who the hell are we? Hey! Flim Flam, bim bam, Ole Miss, by damn! The poor Rebels are not doing well, they looked promising the first half, but then fell apart the second half. But glad I experienced the spectacle of it all. Shelee joined us - she's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCrXbvktYWs/Tq5Ee8MY3LI/AAAAAAAABd4/vigNroUJ_fc/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCrXbvktYWs/Tq5Ee8MY3LI/AAAAAAAABd4/vigNroUJ_fc/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669544279250885810"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPE9qHMByrM/Tq5EezTjhWI/AAAAAAAABeA/OoyX7xfyyro/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPE9qHMByrM/Tq5EezTjhWI/AAAAAAAABeA/OoyX7xfyyro/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669544276865025378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCXWRmKIlu4/Tq5EfLUHtMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/BccpUp7Kwkc/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCXWRmKIlu4/Tq5EfLUHtMI/AAAAAAAABeQ/BccpUp7Kwkc/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669544283309847746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kV-w81mjlY/Tq5EfhPcGZI/AAAAAAAABec/Wxw9I1tHJ_U/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kV-w81mjlY/Tq5EfhPcGZI/AAAAAAAABec/Wxw9I1tHJ_U/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669544289195792786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Grove. The famous Grove. Tent after tent is set up of tailgaiting folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cmTU6LzHhQ/Tq5GQG48R5I/AAAAAAAABfY/cyo5QUhOEow/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cmTU6LzHhQ/Tq5GQG48R5I/AAAAAAAABfY/cyo5QUhOEow/s400/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546223447328658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then toured the campus - a gorgeous campus, with lots of old, cool buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySK9BjNDdVU/Tq5FpwBVIcI/AAAAAAAABfM/OajfLNDNL9U/s1600/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySK9BjNDdVU/Tq5FpwBVIcI/AAAAAAAABfM/OajfLNDNL9U/s400/IMG_1701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669545564473467330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6yx2iSYFvY/Tq5FpZvyFhI/AAAAAAAABfE/P4pCp8nxU0I/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6yx2iSYFvY/Tq5FpZvyFhI/AAAAAAAABfE/P4pCp8nxU0I/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669545558494287378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOotnDJCfzg/Tq5FpcSYjDI/AAAAAAAABew/XUkKOd_e3KQ/s1600/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LOotnDJCfzg/Tq5FpcSYjDI/AAAAAAAABew/XUkKOd_e3KQ/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669545559176285234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5i7_EHkRQQ/Tq5FpPyMkuI/AAAAAAAABeo/X8seduozW9E/s1600/IMG_1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5i7_EHkRQQ/Tq5FpPyMkuI/AAAAAAAABeo/X8seduozW9E/s400/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669545555820057314"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0DFIwHnVPc/Tq5GQdGPqrI/AAAAAAAABgA/WP5fTVlD81U/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0DFIwHnVPc/Tq5GQdGPqrI/AAAAAAAABgA/WP5fTVlD81U/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546229408705202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSHI8y3L4KE/Tq5GQXR4MxI/AAAAAAAABfs/dsguRiWZC5A/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XSHI8y3L4KE/Tq5GQXR4MxI/AAAAAAAABfs/dsguRiWZC5A/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546227846886162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_fX151MbZg/Tq5GQLNBb0I/AAAAAAAABfg/HoCKRx0TrRM/s1600/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_fX151MbZg/Tq5GQLNBb0I/AAAAAAAABfg/HoCKRx0TrRM/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546224605294402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the new law school where Sherrod spends his days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi_zgOKX9lM/Tq5GrfpswdI/AAAAAAAABgY/V-WRLu8uM_U/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi_zgOKX9lM/Tq5GrfpswdI/AAAAAAAABgY/V-WRLu8uM_U/s400/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546693950751186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2Z2XJ8mEQ8/Tq5Grfc8OyI/AAAAAAAABgQ/sYAZjEOxFGQ/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2Z2XJ8mEQ8/Tq5Grfc8OyI/AAAAAAAABgQ/sYAZjEOxFGQ/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546693897239330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCF6Jj3R-ZA/Tq5GrO8pA8I/AAAAAAAABgI/-9AidIA1uJo/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCF6Jj3R-ZA/Tq5GrO8pA8I/AAAAAAAABgI/-9AidIA1uJo/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669546689466794946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we went to Taylor Grocery for dinner. Another beautiful drive to the restaurant. It's super popular, so we put our names in and had a two hour wait. We went back to Sherrod's and hung out until it was time. In the meantime I pissed off another of their friends and she stormed off. Haha. She wasn't amused by my sense of humor. I gotta be honest I was kinda glad, the four of us had a great time at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxlpNpf3P4A/Tq5Ht9mSBXI/AAAAAAAABgs/gVqJLFj6vak/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxlpNpf3P4A/Tq5Ht9mSBXI/AAAAAAAABgs/gVqJLFj6vak/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669547835860845938"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAuBJm1l9UA/Tq5HuHvhzdI/AAAAAAAABhE/WDf7TwCVELg/s1600/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAuBJm1l9UA/Tq5HuHvhzdI/AAAAAAAABhE/WDf7TwCVELg/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669547838583983570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGDMRMc2q64/Tq5HuGAxOyI/AAAAAAAABg0/mHI4c4lCB5A/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGDMRMc2q64/Tq5HuGAxOyI/AAAAAAAABg0/mHI4c4lCB5A/s400/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669547838119426850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duduHtgL4Q8/Tq5Hu8jX_aI/AAAAAAAABhQ/iuvR_JT7LPc/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duduHtgL4Q8/Tq5Hu8jX_aI/AAAAAAAABhQ/iuvR_JT7LPc/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669547852760087970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Grocery was amazing! I loved loved loved it. The ambience was radical. I ate fried catfish, fried okra, fries with Rotel (people were shocked I had never had Rotel - a cheesy, salsaey sauce) and hush puppies. Yummy. Then pecan cobbler and peach cobbler for dessert (would have had the chocolate cobbler too if they weren't out!). The waitress was impressed by this northern little girl going to town. I loved it. Really great restaurant. Then we headed back to Sherrod's, talked, watched SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2UZr885hOw/Tq5IlcAIUAI/AAAAAAAABho/8Cw8szom2-Y/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2UZr885hOw/Tq5IlcAIUAI/AAAAAAAABho/8Cw8szom2-Y/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548788915130370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggqa45gSKWY/Tq5ImbrwQAI/AAAAAAAABh0/0T3FtSW0r6g/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ggqa45gSKWY/Tq5ImbrwQAI/AAAAAAAABh0/0T3FtSW0r6g/s400/IMG_1716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548806009536514"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxeYlS_AEII/Tq5IlIQ4HbI/AAAAAAAABhc/qsUEJG7Sgt4/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxeYlS_AEII/Tq5IlIQ4HbI/AAAAAAAABhc/qsUEJG7Sgt4/s400/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669548783616662962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we went to church at Sherrod's lovely old church building (Presbyterian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37KxT--tYeI/Tq5KZ3wLKmI/AAAAAAAABiA/f5Bhgu1KBNY/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37KxT--tYeI/Tq5KZ3wLKmI/AAAAAAAABiA/f5Bhgu1KBNY/s400/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669550789229226594"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huy95yu33f0/Tq5KaF9ZyeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/-X71xl40YlQ/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huy95yu33f0/Tq5KaF9ZyeI/AAAAAAAABiQ/-X71xl40YlQ/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669550793042807266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather had changed that last day and it had gotten really chilly, overcast and rainy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_6KqhZzUeQ/Tq5KaglV4GI/AAAAAAAABiY/GSNMzd5a8eY/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_6KqhZzUeQ/Tq5KaglV4GI/AAAAAAAABiY/GSNMzd5a8eY/s400/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669550800189644898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AJOoNlusiU/Tq5M5gDNtMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/EFde83jl0Os/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AJOoNlusiU/Tq5M5gDNtMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/EFde83jl0Os/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669553531645703362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xue7aqPoHn0/Tq5M5OdM0HI/AAAAAAAABkE/jIbonc52LlA/s1600/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xue7aqPoHn0/Tq5M5OdM0HI/AAAAAAAABkE/jIbonc52LlA/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669553526922858610"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZG2ZYqKx4/Tq5M45r5N3I/AAAAAAAABj4/bxYbS9HkC3k/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZG2ZYqKx4/Tq5M45r5N3I/AAAAAAAABj4/bxYbS9HkC3k/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669553521347344242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went to brunch at Ravine. A really nice restaurant. I had a pork chop, cheesy grits (yum) and fruit. We had a good talk. It was revealing and hard and nice all at the same time. But a good close talk to end the visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAkeM9nXaZI/Tq5ML7LchRI/AAAAAAAABjU/YLnQE5KcE0g/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAkeM9nXaZI/Tq5ML7LchRI/AAAAAAAABjU/YLnQE5KcE0g/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669552748654003474"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-278VVxlxdmg/Tq5MLnP7ifI/AAAAAAAABjE/o1oQ2BpxgkU/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-278VVxlxdmg/Tq5MLnP7ifI/AAAAAAAABjE/o1oQ2BpxgkU/s400/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669552743304104434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBbJmk4cTMc/Tq5MLR-x5RI/AAAAAAAABi8/GuS-sKPLE-4/s1600/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBbJmk4cTMc/Tq5MLR-x5RI/AAAAAAAABi8/GuS-sKPLE-4/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669552737595024658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0aqZNWpHjk/Tq5MM6ryKPI/AAAAAAAABjs/VzvEKmrhVn4/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0aqZNWpHjk/Tq5MM6ryKPI/AAAAAAAABjs/VzvEKmrhVn4/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669552765701073138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHJd7Yj1kgo/Tq5MMQ36xtI/AAAAAAAABjg/Ned4yEjw-CA/s1600/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHJd7Yj1kgo/Tq5MMQ36xtI/AAAAAAAABjg/Ned4yEjw-CA/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669552754477680338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then drove me around Oxford, saw gorgeous homes, I mean this town is just stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to William Faulkner's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsyUKvxGV54/Tq5KawEaMfI/AAAAAAAABik/fujjnE_oiTs/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsyUKvxGV54/Tq5KawEaMfI/AAAAAAAABik/fujjnE_oiTs/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669550804346483186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqK7Med0vFU/Tq5KbQ67a1I/AAAAAAAABi0/6RX7tZYt9SA/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqK7Med0vFU/Tq5KbQ67a1I/AAAAAAAABi0/6RX7tZYt9SA/s400/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669550813165087570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Faulkner's home, Rowan Oak. It had started raining, so we shared an umbrella and strolled along the paths at Rowan Oak - a very romantic Southern setting. So pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDOZ_IeqXAg/Tq5ONLZvVfI/AAAAAAAABkc/5psrh-qXleE/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDOZ_IeqXAg/Tq5ONLZvVfI/AAAAAAAABkc/5psrh-qXleE/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669554969212048882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0Il4PlOwD0/Tq5ONcOFQQI/AAAAAAAABko/yBpARPco0Sc/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I0Il4PlOwD0/Tq5ONcOFQQI/AAAAAAAABko/yBpARPco0Sc/s400/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669554973726556418"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Memphis and Sherrod dropped me off at the airport. It was great to hang out with Sherrod and see his homeland. He's a good friend and I'm glad I could visit and see beautiful Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having a couple of hours to kill to catch the later flight out of Memphis, so I went to downtown Memphis and was able to explore a bit. (below Mississippi river from my taxi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFpFHmFjdxo/Tq5RK5cWwNI/AAAAAAAABlk/Vie6pNpl6ag/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFpFHmFjdxo/Tq5RK5cWwNI/AAAAAAAABlk/Vie6pNpl6ag/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669558228566327506"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Peabody Hotel, famous for their ducks. The ducks march from their rooms in the morning onto the elevators and down into the lobby fountain and then march back in to the elevator and up to their rooms in the evening. I was able to get back to the hotel before going back to the airport just in time to see the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u0C1LR8LWk/Tq5PyQEqlzI/AAAAAAAABlA/1CmIuA-D644/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u0C1LR8LWk/Tq5PyQEqlzI/AAAAAAAABlA/1CmIuA-D644/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669556705632622386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTIzN0fRox8/Tq5PyD4u7hI/AAAAAAAABk0/7qyuvlg-PJs/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uTIzN0fRox8/Tq5PyD4u7hI/AAAAAAAABk0/7qyuvlg-PJs/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669556702361349650"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/45z8S762YXs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fCAGL7E_A5o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Beale Street, strolled around the restaurants, bars, record stores and shops. Saw the Orpheum. Ate some more ribs at Blues City Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GP5vbFvhaU/Tq5RM9fUuZI/AAAAAAAABmU/zXbcFNJ3cGQ/s1600/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GP5vbFvhaU/Tq5RM9fUuZI/AAAAAAAABmU/zXbcFNJ3cGQ/s400/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669558264012257682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-2bnddD0Mo/Tq5RMScZDrI/AAAAAAAABmI/N0cxlwNT7A4/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-2bnddD0Mo/Tq5RMScZDrI/AAAAAAAABmI/N0cxlwNT7A4/s400/IMG_1754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669558252457234098"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zW0mGN7aME8/Tq5RLT5kyNI/AAAAAAAABlw/lxAnFvNssQQ/s1600/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zW0mGN7aME8/Tq5RLT5kyNI/AAAAAAAABlw/lxAnFvNssQQ/s400/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669558235668203730"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEL2XqbaGuo/Tq5Py4bHw7I/AAAAAAAABlY/wGObLUgsIGU/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEL2XqbaGuo/Tq5Py4bHw7I/AAAAAAAABlY/wGObLUgsIGU/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669556716464227250"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AMwpF55n38/Tq5PynoquII/AAAAAAAABlI/a9yMnRvCU8s/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AMwpF55n38/Tq5PynoquII/AAAAAAAABlI/a9yMnRvCU8s/s400/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669556711957641346"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to Dallas that night, needed to spend the night in Dallas in order to fly to NYC in the morning. Unfortunately my bags didn't spend the night in Dallas with me but had went on to New York. Blergh. So around 10:30pm I was trying to track down some necessities. I finally managed to find a way to have a driver from the hotel next to mine drive me to a Walmart, got what I needed and after convincing the driver to wait for me while I shopped, got to my room, had a few hours of sleep before getting up super early to head back to the airport and on to New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon I arrived at LaGuardia. I had to kill some time to wait to meet up with my friend Ashley, who I stayed with, in order to get in to her place to drop off my way too many bags. Met her in Brooklyn and got to her place. It was a great apartment, totally roomy for a NY apartment. I then headed to Manhattan. I went to Time Warner Center to go to Bouchon Bakery. I was very happily surprised to find they had a Conan art display going on: NY Coca Moma. It was all art of Conan and so much fun. There was a huge loveseat shaped like Conan's hair that moved and spoke, that one could sit on and get a picture taken on. So funny to come from Burbank, from the lot that Conan tapes on and go to New York and be surrounded by more Conan (as he is taping there this week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zxzlwIeS1w/TrDuWwEf4DI/AAAAAAAACDU/hJqI0CQz7lU/s1600/94815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zxzlwIeS1w/TrDuWwEf4DI/AAAAAAAACDU/hJqI0CQz7lU/s400/94815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670294005487755314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ate lunch at Bouchon - got an awesome turkey sandwhich and then bought lots of cookies from the bakery: French macaroons in cranberry, pumpkin and pistachio, and a homemade Nutter Butter and Oreo. Columbus Circle and Time Warner are so nice, so just fun to look around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2gH-EV4vEM/Tq9YD3DOjNI/AAAAAAAABmg/CkogvkvuXZA/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2gH-EV4vEM/Tq9YD3DOjNI/AAAAAAAABmg/CkogvkvuXZA/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669847279223082194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-az6rJ0bQZpo/Tq9YFuvyzFI/AAAAAAAABnE/BLmXyc8gdIs/s1600/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-az6rJ0bQZpo/Tq9YFuvyzFI/AAAAAAAABnE/BLmXyc8gdIs/s400/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669847311353826386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybPE0nxaRIg/Tq9YFZcGz_I/AAAAAAAABm4/O7MvBtLw8Po/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybPE0nxaRIg/Tq9YFZcGz_I/AAAAAAAABm4/O7MvBtLw8Po/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669847305634107378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25RS-2UbLTs/Tq9YETdTxYI/AAAAAAAABms/JmXumVHx8H8/s1600/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25RS-2UbLTs/Tq9YETdTxYI/AAAAAAAABms/JmXumVHx8H8/s400/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669847286848669058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed to see Colbert Report. As Courtney didn't arrive until that evening, and as it was Monday and therefore dark in the theatres, I thought Monday eve was the perfect time to see Colbert. I freakin' love him. So I was next to a group of four girls in line and the show asked if we'd mind being on the front row! Woo hoo! So I got to sit front row, center, right in front of Colbert's desk. He came out before the show, as himself, to chat with the audience and answer questions. He was utterly delightful. The entire time before and during the show he was silly and goofy and funny and happy - just an awesome awesome dude. One person asked him if in the light of the movie coming out, if he thought Shakespeare really wrote Shakespeare. Colbert said that yes Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare, that there's no evidence saying he didn't, that people just don't want to believe that a regular guy could do something great. He then said that the movie had created pamphlets and was handing them out to schools. When he said that I gasped and I suppose it was audible because Stephen said "yes! exactly! who gasped?" I raised my hand and he talked to me - he said something along the lines of "you gasped at pamphlets! if you gasped at pamphlets you're in trouble we have a whole show ahead of us. you are a frail, tender thing aren't you?" So rad for Stephen to be joking with me, talking to me! I love him so much! So the show was fun. Super funny. That particular episode was a lot of taped bits, but it was fun to watch him watching the taped bits, because he was so amused and delighted with them, it was cute. The guest was Jon Huntsman - which was interesting to have the Utah Mormon there the same night as this Utah Mormon. I'll tell you, he came across really really well. Like the audience of what I can only assume are mostly liberal democrats were applauding and cheering him at some of the things he was saying. I was impressed. I like him - he's a moderate, which is great, but which means he will never get the nomination because the party wants extremes - boo. Anyway - super fun - so glad I got to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6ROGrHtXc8/Tq9YwRY1EEI/AAAAAAAABnQ/gczFBNAe1k8/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6ROGrHtXc8/Tq9YwRY1EEI/AAAAAAAABnQ/gczFBNAe1k8/s400/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669848042207252546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed back to Ashley's and got to hang out with Ash and Courtney (who had arrived in the meantime). Court and I ordered a pizza and we just had a great time hanging out, eating pizza and my Bouchon cookies (well, I ate my Bouchon cookies at least!). I love these girls and loved being able to chat with them (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning early I got up and headed to Broadway to try to get rush tickets for "How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" - and I did get tickets for $30 for the front row. Woo hoo! I then stopped at Amy's Bakery and got Almond Brioche Toast and hot apple cider - delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlzpPtPYQKI/Tq9YwdFAIZI/AAAAAAAABnc/1dwDvx2HNXo/s1600/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TlzpPtPYQKI/Tq9YwdFAIZI/AAAAAAAABnc/1dwDvx2HNXo/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669848045345317266"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then met up with Courtney in Chelsea. My favorite place I went in NY was Chelsea Market. I frakin' loved it! It's an indoor market full of amazing fresh food, cheese, fruit, bakeries, meats, nuts, chocolate, gifts, baking &amp; cooking supplies etc. It was so fun. They also had a photo display of Stephen Colbert throughout the building. I could have spent forever in the baking/cooking wares shop. I love that stuff and it does make me feel like I should do culinary school (but I don't think I will...now at least). Anyway, loved Chelsea Market - will totally go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXry2zJtuAs/Tq9YxItMN1I/AAAAAAAABno/q5g3SiNv22k/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXry2zJtuAs/Tq9YxItMN1I/AAAAAAAABno/q5g3SiNv22k/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669848057056606034"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYCSG4MTFNA/Tq9YxDWFGPI/AAAAAAAABn0/KykUBwQcXK0/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYCSG4MTFNA/Tq9YxDWFGPI/AAAAAAAABn0/KykUBwQcXK0/s400/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669848055617493234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lSrbqoOspA8/Tq9Yxh0cLhI/AAAAAAAABoA/YdXmmjLr0j4/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLcEakBwIns/Tq9ckM8OweI/AAAAAAAABpU/wLLxVfsBO5U/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852232901640674"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dONRhAVxYDo/Tq9ck6oipQI/AAAAAAAABpg/w7Uqlx3uq-w/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dONRhAVxYDo/Tq9ck6oipQI/AAAAAAAABpg/w7Uqlx3uq-w/s400/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852245167088898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2szUz34w1w/Tq9clYnvoQI/AAAAAAAABpw/A1_mgAxao2s/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2szUz34w1w/Tq9clYnvoQI/AAAAAAAABpw/A1_mgAxao2s/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852253216809218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6gLE7zGZ9g/Tq9dBwxMn5I/AAAAAAAABp8/nCbTYgYEzYE/s1600/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6gLE7zGZ9g/Tq9dBwxMn5I/AAAAAAAABp8/nCbTYgYEzYE/s400/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852740735246226"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the East Village as I wanted to go to Crif Dog - great great hot dogs. I ordered two I had had before, but which are great: one that is bacon wrapped with terriyaki sauce, pineapple chunks and green onion and another bacon wrapped with avocado, sour cream and salsa. Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_kyp9283q4/Tq9dByNeJ4I/AAAAAAAABqM/LjC3ArsAd0w/s1600/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_kyp9283q4/Tq9dByNeJ4I/AAAAAAAABqM/LjC3ArsAd0w/s400/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852741122271106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we checked out a few other places, like Pomme Frites (but too full to do more than sample) and ended at Max Brenner chocolate: got iced banana chocolate drink, crazy yummy, I slammed it and then had to deal with a lil lactose intolerance (worth it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. I can now say I've walked across the Golden Gate Bridge (just a few months ago - sorry never posted those pics here) and the Brooklyn Bridge. We ended up at Brooklyn Heights and then headed back to get ready for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_mY3Db9aU/Tq9d9rddePI/AAAAAAAABqU/K4O9iE8rqXM/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_mY3Db9aU/Tq9d9rddePI/AAAAAAAABqU/K4O9iE8rqXM/s400/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669853770102438130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OBMO_0JaAI/Tq9d-EA-sNI/AAAAAAAABqg/A8gi-e3R63k/s1600/IMG_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OBMO_0JaAI/Tq9d-EA-sNI/AAAAAAAABqg/A8gi-e3R63k/s400/IMG_1802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669853776693866706"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh84cBvpFlU/Tq9d-oLUFnI/AAAAAAAABqs/pTNt8r48iVU/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c91SIjg9DmA/Tq9gXHIOEjI/AAAAAAAABsw/aG-tvom_flg/s400/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669856406049526322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrqAv1tyQOQ/Tq9gXYIb-pI/AAAAAAAABs8/qjsq0pkHZ8M/s1600/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrqAv1tyQOQ/Tq9gXYIb-pI/AAAAAAAABs8/qjsq0pkHZ8M/s400/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669856410613840530"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1r7pGDIdE/Tq9gX4JjR7I/AAAAAAAABtI/ON7JAglCpgc/s1600/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bj1r7pGDIdE/Tq9gX4JjR7I/AAAAAAAABtI/ON7JAglCpgc/s400/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669856419208447922"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWpqDDiM2_w/Tq9gYZHHecI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BroJt5OP9Oo/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWpqDDiM2_w/Tq9gYZHHecI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BroJt5OP9Oo/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669856428056607170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying was great. We were front row, so some things were hardish to see, but seriously $30! it was great and really fun to be like a foot away from cute little Daniel Radcliffe. He was so impressive, he gave it his all and was delightful. It's a really fun, quirky show. Had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAMIvEZCHVY/Tq9hPb91iyI/AAAAAAAABt4/hSnrKz8M3UU/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAMIvEZCHVY/Tq9hPb91iyI/AAAAAAAABt4/hSnrKz8M3UU/s400/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669857373715794722"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yjOX4ZmBJE/Tq9hO3JYJhI/AAAAAAAABts/uvzgE782ze8/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yjOX4ZmBJE/Tq9hO3JYJhI/AAAAAAAABts/uvzgE782ze8/s400/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669857363832088082"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuj8inxOG5E/Tq9hOgXCERI/AAAAAAAABtg/qy0H_PXaQ0k/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuj8inxOG5E/Tq9hOgXCERI/AAAAAAAABtg/qy0H_PXaQ0k/s400/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669857357715345682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to the 9/11 Memorial, which Courtney had gotten us tickets for. Really glad we could do this. They have two huge fountains which go down for what looks like forever. The scope of these spaces was surprising and makes you realize just how huge the twin towers were. It was a really nice memorial, sober, of course, but I'm glad I could experience it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPnSlWeSMD8/Tq9jHJBcvrI/AAAAAAAABuE/SN4WE8YjgfA/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPnSlWeSMD8/Tq9jHJBcvrI/AAAAAAAABuE/SN4WE8YjgfA/s400/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669859430214975154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM9f47TR7MU/Tq9jHcM95ZI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Aa02y8IPmgM/s1600/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JM9f47TR7MU/Tq9jHcM95ZI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Aa02y8IPmgM/s400/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669859435363558802"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC9mgffrRWQ/Tq9jH-Vh0rI/AAAAAAAABuc/kYnBnq7044U/s1600/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sC9mgffrRWQ/Tq9jH-Vh0rI/AAAAAAAABuc/kYnBnq7044U/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669859444526273202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCCT4NgKfjo/Tq9jIBEuYJI/AAAAAAAABuo/LTRBV65yZ4o/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCCT4NgKfjo/Tq9jIBEuYJI/AAAAAAAABuo/LTRBV65yZ4o/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669859445261099154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38eejWSV-5k/Tq9jtD8ZviI/AAAAAAAABu0/VJHelqXvPrI/s1600/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-38eejWSV-5k/Tq9jtD8ZviI/AAAAAAAABu0/VJHelqXvPrI/s400/IMG_1888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860081686658594"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQBub-QUhW0/Tq9jtp3zunI/AAAAAAAABvA/O9Ty6JvS7vs/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQBub-QUhW0/Tq9jtp3zunI/AAAAAAAABvA/O9Ty6JvS7vs/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860091867937394"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8kTX15yZ3A/Tq9jt8TxyPI/AAAAAAAABvQ/6luJEveT04I/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8kTX15yZ3A/Tq9jt8TxyPI/AAAAAAAABvQ/6luJEveT04I/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860096817088754"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUFbsoHv4_Y/Tq9juVURZkI/AAAAAAAABvY/TcWEHPpFkZI/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUFbsoHv4_Y/Tq9juVURZkI/AAAAAAAABvY/TcWEHPpFkZI/s400/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860103530047042"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8m1Hg1kupQ/Tq9jukIHYRI/AAAAAAAABvo/eDB7bjf5uaI/s1600/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8m1Hg1kupQ/Tq9jukIHYRI/AAAAAAAABvo/eDB7bjf5uaI/s400/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860107505590546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X63khOvC1Y8/Tq9kRkHcXTI/AAAAAAAABvw/4R1c2povD-A/s1600/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X63khOvC1Y8/Tq9kRkHcXTI/AAAAAAAABvw/4R1c2povD-A/s400/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860708798192946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BR9jj8xH46Y/Tq9kRxmegPI/AAAAAAAABv4/6QV_4yr76L4/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BR9jj8xH46Y/Tq9kRxmegPI/AAAAAAAABv4/6QV_4yr76L4/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860712418017522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4uPs266r4Q/Tq9kSBNRXsI/AAAAAAAABwI/pBsOc6nBifg/s1600/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4uPs266r4Q/Tq9kSBNRXsI/AAAAAAAABwI/pBsOc6nBifg/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860716607266498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXKonjTkp1E/Tq9kSxX1iPI/AAAAAAAABwU/sn3-Oy9YLu8/s1600/IMG_1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EXKonjTkp1E/Tq9kSxX1iPI/AAAAAAAABwU/sn3-Oy9YLu8/s400/IMG_1834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669860729536481522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2qywcvifPw/Tq9k_P-oRmI/AAAAAAAABwk/IwkwWcPrIDU/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2qywcvifPw/Tq9k_P-oRmI/AAAAAAAABwk/IwkwWcPrIDU/s400/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669861493666498146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw some of the Occupy Wall Street folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhODW3O2W5U/Tq9k_0gTw3I/AAAAAAAABw8/EWeoQbzXOf8/s1600/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhODW3O2W5U/Tq9k_0gTw3I/AAAAAAAABw8/EWeoQbzXOf8/s400/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669861503471436658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4u3znKBTACE/Tq9k_fZPD6I/AAAAAAAABww/0PSE5LvVZK4/s1600/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4u3znKBTACE/Tq9k_fZPD6I/AAAAAAAABww/0PSE5LvVZK4/s400/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669861497804623778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into this cool church, St. Paul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFQl2eDy6a4/Tq9lAQeXTJI/AAAAAAAABxM/acTN6ygi_eQ/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFQl2eDy6a4/Tq9lAQeXTJI/AAAAAAAABxM/acTN6ygi_eQ/s400/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669861510979472530"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to lunch at J.G. Melon, where we had great hamburgers and fries. It was a cute little place, authentic, liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UK2STiVw45Y/Tq9lvOZ_gDI/AAAAAAAABxU/kTWkTXYjAos/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UK2STiVw45Y/Tq9lvOZ_gDI/AAAAAAAABxU/kTWkTXYjAos/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669862317878116402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BntvxTGFhv0/Tq9lve_EKJI/AAAAAAAABxg/HEwugiIgL5Q/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BntvxTGFhv0/Tq9lve_EKJI/AAAAAAAABxg/HEwugiIgL5Q/s400/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669862322328578194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ullu7tV0fas/Tq9lvz3jLPI/AAAAAAAABxs/0LjEdC7qjdE/s1600/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ullu7tV0fas/Tq9lvz3jLPI/AAAAAAAABxs/0LjEdC7qjdE/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669862327934201074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSNeTuQGvGI/Tq9lwSLAssI/AAAAAAAABx4/Yo9nW6eD0xc/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSNeTuQGvGI/Tq9lwSLAssI/AAAAAAAABx4/Yo9nW6eD0xc/s400/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669862336068891330"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ij1JjRGEhiU/Tq9lwhfr_TI/AAAAAAAAByA/yRHZvdwDJeQ/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ij1JjRGEhiU/Tq9lwhfr_TI/AAAAAAAAByA/yRHZvdwDJeQ/s400/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669862340182146354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up the Guggenheim. This was disappointing because it turned out that half the museum was closed off for a new installation, which meant the architectural awesomeness was blocked off. Still cool to see some great works, but sad we couldn't really experience the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjLwAA1jXtU/Tq9mwPqiQ5I/AAAAAAAABzE/rPXN-mbwAzM/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjLwAA1jXtU/Tq9mwPqiQ5I/AAAAAAAABzE/rPXN-mbwAzM/s400/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669863434907435922"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytORBbsq3GE/Tq9mtyA2H3I/AAAAAAAAByQ/Gv5W6xea2g4/s1600/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytORBbsq3GE/Tq9mtyA2H3I/AAAAAAAAByQ/Gv5W6xea2g4/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669863392588210034"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to go to an awesome Austrian bakery, but it was closed for a private party, so we ended up in a bakery called Two Little Red Hens, which happened to be next to a German restaurant called Heidelberg (where my dad once lived).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdGbhiHXns/Tq9muQO6ZpI/AAAAAAAABys/8DovOSuOaQA/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdGbhiHXns/Tq9muQO6ZpI/AAAAAAAABys/8DovOSuOaQA/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669863400700274322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsoQeQwp9NE/Tq9muMG2HcI/AAAAAAAAByY/HbOyrVXCBQM/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsoQeQwp9NE/Tq9muMG2HcI/AAAAAAAAByY/HbOyrVXCBQM/s400/IMG_1850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669863399592697282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got ready and headed to the Public Theatre for King Lear. We walked through the neighborhood surrounding the theatre beforehand - and it was full of fun little restaurants. I grabbed a sushi roll from one called Je Bon Sushi &amp; Noodle and HOLY COW! it was the best sushi I have ever had. Had a Mango Tango roll and it floored me - I would go back just for that roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_II7DBuozo/Tq9nejkNCzI/AAAAAAAABzM/niYXIWi6baM/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_II7DBuozo/Tq9nejkNCzI/AAAAAAAABzM/niYXIWi6baM/s400/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669864230523570994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then King Lear, 3&amp;1/2 hour King Lear. It's a cool theatre space and it was a cool performance. Sam Waterston was great. It was interesting and different than I would have expected - he was different than I'd ever seen him. He kind of played Lear as a petulant child at times, spoiled, stomping his feet, which was so interesting coming from Sam. It made total sense and again, was unexpected, which is always nice, as opposed to safe and boring. Also his losing his mind, the dementia etc. was so believable and sad and real. Bill Irwin was the Fool - and is wonderful - like perfect at those clown roles. Other cool actors like Frank Wood and Michael McKean were in the cast as well. So, let me tell you this, if you don't know: I love Sam Waterston. My favorite show is "I'll Fly Away" - it is a perfect, beautiful show - which I wish they would release on DVD already!!! It is where I fell for Sam, he was great on it. And then I, of course, watched him on "Law &amp; Order". I have had a re-occuring dream about meeting Sam for years. It's always different, but usually outside of theatres and it never ends well, for whatever reason in my dreams he was always not that nice and it would be scary. So after the show, we waited to meet him and there he was. So tall. Now, I see famous folks all the time in this town, and it's just whatever, but Sam is Sam and I got totes trembly and nervous. I told him how great his Lear was and then I told him that "I'll Fly Away" was my favorite show and he took both my arms and gave me this amazing look which was like a "glad you get it, i loved it too". I also told him about my reoccruing dream of meeting him, but that it always ended badly and he took my arms again and basically said that we need to change that. He was so soft-spoken and lovely. It was radical to the max. Bill Irwin was walking out and I stopped him to tell him how great I thought he was and man, was he awesomely nice. So cool. I told him he was the perfect fool. He asked if I had done clowning (told him only a couple of classes, but enough to appreciate how great he was). Anyway, fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly7cb1bBuKw/Tq9mv0wUbsI/AAAAAAAABy0/3vY2aVwkr70/s1600/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly7cb1bBuKw/Tq9mv0wUbsI/AAAAAAAABy0/3vY2aVwkr70/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669863427683937986"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuo4yJzUPzM/Tq9new1JaJI/AAAAAAAABzc/SFDda113qcQ/s1600/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cuo4yJzUPzM/Tq9new1JaJI/AAAAAAAABzc/SFDda113qcQ/s400/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669864234084296850"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lEH9ZZ7G6A/Tq9nf3QmEDI/AAAAAAAABzk/Rl3wVv3w9To/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lEH9ZZ7G6A/Tq9nf3QmEDI/AAAAAAAABzk/Rl3wVv3w9To/s400/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669864252989902898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvRvQKBXSDQ/Tq9ngMFlw4I/AAAAAAAABzw/1fuOi0xKXa8/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvRvQKBXSDQ/Tq9ngMFlw4I/AAAAAAAABzw/1fuOi0xKXa8/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669864258580890498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back at Ashley's we talked and laughed the night away. I loved our nights of hanging out with those ladies. They are just the best. They made me feel empowered and happy and hopeful and not alone. I am just sad we are in three different states spread across the U.S. We will just have to do more trips in the future together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l75TkSyaRKM/Tq9oVGSMgqI/AAAAAAAABz8/XMjahWuAjEw/s1600/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l75TkSyaRKM/Tq9oVGSMgqI/AAAAAAAABz8/XMjahWuAjEw/s400/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669865167556215458"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. It rained. I had some mega struggles with cheap umbrellas breaking. I went to a bakery called Balthazar - really cute, French. I got a pumpkin donut and a chocolate donut and cider. I was trying to carry them and my umbrella which kept blowing in the opposite direction, I'm spilling hot cider all over and I went to a Duane Reade store and shoved that umbrella with all the angry fervor I had into the trash. Courtney later told me that a man saw my angry trashing of the umbrella and she just said "her umbrella broke" - ha, I must have looked like a crazy person. Anyway. The donuts were amazing - so good - can I please have one right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrvFbuJGo7k/Tq9oVbPOIDI/AAAAAAAAB0I/5ZjcY65veOY/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrvFbuJGo7k/Tq9oVbPOIDI/AAAAAAAAB0I/5ZjcY65veOY/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669865173180882994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Dylan's Candy - fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ_Zv6yf2kI/Tq9oVwT_KBI/AAAAAAAAB0U/aDc6Uc-ZzUw/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ_Zv6yf2kI/Tq9oVwT_KBI/AAAAAAAAB0U/aDc6Uc-ZzUw/s400/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669865178838018066"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ViZpF0wHk/Tq9oXMSFI1I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ucZV6RVmtx8/s1600/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ViZpF0wHk/Tq9oXMSFI1I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ucZV6RVmtx8/s400/IMG_1864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669865203526083410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AF6hKkc693A/Tq9oWNsehPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/nU9mre5ZWbY/s1600/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AF6hKkc693A/Tq9oWNsehPI/AAAAAAAAB0k/nU9mre5ZWbY/s400/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669865186725364978"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lunch at Serendipity 3. Courtney set it up and arranged for us to sit at the table where John Cusack sat in the movie "Serendipity". It was a really cute, fun little restaurant. I had a turkey, brie, apple, alfalfa sanwhich on raisin pumpernickel bread and Courtney got the foot long hot dog with chili - yum! We also had what they are most famous for the frozen hot chocolate - oh, baby, it was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKfhgCUzQnM/Tq9pRXiMs3I/AAAAAAAAB04/GPSkM8Ml6hU/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKfhgCUzQnM/Tq9pRXiMs3I/AAAAAAAAB04/GPSkM8Ml6hU/s400/IMG_1865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866202978890610"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiIyZ7wOudM/Tq9pRmUD3EI/AAAAAAAAB1E/qtu9Z_YKxCI/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiIyZ7wOudM/Tq9pRmUD3EI/AAAAAAAAB1E/qtu9Z_YKxCI/s400/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866206946122818"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sUUij-GOc0/Tq9pSpRXOpI/AAAAAAAAB1c/L3jcVBQ7GMU/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sUUij-GOc0/Tq9pSpRXOpI/AAAAAAAAB1c/L3jcVBQ7GMU/s400/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866224919984786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vooBMnfcsjo/Tq9p7Tr5KrI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ySqBNE7UiIU/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vooBMnfcsjo/Tq9p7Tr5KrI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ySqBNE7UiIU/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866923500317362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8bn6CfxFQY/Tq9p76T_QmI/AAAAAAAAB10/YAHtDBT9lEU/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8bn6CfxFQY/Tq9p76T_QmI/AAAAAAAAB10/YAHtDBT9lEU/s400/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866933869036130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKMEMBBy2U8/Tq9p8PpPhvI/AAAAAAAAB18/KUVjqtX4Cj4/s1600/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKMEMBBy2U8/Tq9p8PpPhvI/AAAAAAAAB18/KUVjqtX4Cj4/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866939595327218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedJ1SN3p08/Tq9p8cj8KLI/AAAAAAAAB2M/2BO75_sUyuo/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oedJ1SN3p08/Tq9p8cj8KLI/AAAAAAAAB2M/2BO75_sUyuo/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866943062747314"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqOnoduHvWw/Tq9qoxFRfBI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/W4sQeUsvkLc/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NqOnoduHvWw/Tq9qoxFRfBI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/W4sQeUsvkLc/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669867704485510162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxAdvFrtRjE/Tq9qpKj69jI/AAAAAAAAB2o/RWVrhSvNHXk/s1600/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxAdvFrtRjE/Tq9qpKj69jI/AAAAAAAAB2o/RWVrhSvNHXk/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669867711324943922"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did a little shopping on 5th Avenue (mostly just the huge H&amp;M). Courtney then went her way to meet up with some people and I went mine to meet up with J.C. for dinner. J.C. is my old school chum and it was great to be with him again. I adore him. We went to little Italy "Vincent's" and I had Shrimp Balls with Linguine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. We went to Rockefeller Center. Did not anticipate the NBC store, but ended up buying some stuff - I forgot that "House" is NBC/Universal, so had to get some merchandise. Got a really cute gym/tote bag with London 2012 olympics logo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DilGx7_DaUg/Tq9rRoSIW_I/AAAAAAAAB3U/EVBGXqFJEQo/s1600/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DilGx7_DaUg/Tq9rRoSIW_I/AAAAAAAAB3U/EVBGXqFJEQo/s400/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669868406498155506"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pm2q1J-FCU4/Tq9qqDEELuI/AAAAAAAAB3M/NAXjlkIBw2Q/s1600/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pm2q1J-FCU4/Tq9qqDEELuI/AAAAAAAAB3M/NAXjlkIBw2Q/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669867726492151522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vu3RdYDLCjw/Tq9qp9SLj4I/AAAAAAAAB24/WmNyGUS_7tc/s1600/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vu3RdYDLCjw/Tq9qp9SLj4I/AAAAAAAAB24/WmNyGUS_7tc/s400/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669867724940742530"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LbTaiboDGc/Tq9qpt-L1EI/AAAAAAAAB2w/IHbx7hUdD7k/s1600/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LbTaiboDGc/Tq9qpt-L1EI/AAAAAAAAB2w/IHbx7hUdD7k/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669867720830342210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the top of the rock - the views were fantastic. Gorgeous. Worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjp0P84z3H4/Tt6rrz-LReI/AAAAAAAAChE/dxsfSwyYG10/s1600/301960_10150347350706816_606686815_8701257_1875093610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjp0P84z3H4/Tt6rrz-LReI/AAAAAAAAChE/dxsfSwyYG10/s400/301960_10150347350706816_606686815_8701257_1875093610_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683168548961863138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0FqGPhXdvs/Tq9yKSIKbfI/AAAAAAAAB6g/3ZsUKSbNjt8/s1600/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0FqGPhXdvs/Tq9yKSIKbfI/AAAAAAAAB6g/3ZsUKSbNjt8/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669875976873078258"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SvweklYJ3Kc/Tq9yKA1kK6I/AAAAAAAAB6U/4FTYHeQBBAA/s1600/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJke68b4o-w/Tq9uZ5_8u1I/AAAAAAAAB5A/N_moYLrIEhI/s400/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669871847227571026"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTq7czq6ofc/Tq9uZnnRN0I/AAAAAAAAB40/vvLcnPfUc2M/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTq7czq6ofc/Tq9uZnnRN0I/AAAAAAAAB40/vvLcnPfUc2M/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669871842292217666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPwF658Fdvk/Tq9uZS0sCEI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Y1xqd_wnvUU/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPwF658Fdvk/Tq9uZS0sCEI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Y1xqd_wnvUU/s400/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669871836711356482"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVS_GDMmMzI/Tq9uZDqKkaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/ug-1IWp4uk4/s1600/IMG_1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVS_GDMmMzI/Tq9uZDqKkaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/ug-1IWp4uk4/s400/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669871832640688546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TymBwtNTsr8/Tq9srOq-PWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Qkgua0nYxRg/s1600/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TymBwtNTsr8/Tq9srOq-PWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Qkgua0nYxRg/s400/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669869945811254626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm_T4ViIOHY/Tq9sqmCZOOI/AAAAAAAAB4E/FOuM8k9tuKQ/s1600/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm_T4ViIOHY/Tq9sqmCZOOI/AAAAAAAAB4E/FOuM8k9tuKQ/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669869934903638242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IT8wG9mgzcY/Tq9sqACEDpI/AAAAAAAAB34/zDEd5OSw3ts/s1600/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IT8wG9mgzcY/Tq9sqACEDpI/AAAAAAAAB34/zDEd5OSw3ts/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669869924701703826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9EV87orWSo/Tq9rR2QiY9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/Hs6Mpeppchw/s1600/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9EV87orWSo/Tq9rR2QiY9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/Hs6Mpeppchw/s400/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669868410249569234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney then met with a couple friends and they went to a rehearsal of Jimmy Fallon. I almost went, it would have been rad, Fallon is great, but this was the last day and I still hadn't gotten to Central Park, which was one of the big things I really wanted to do on this trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bJu5C5IhM0/Tq90zzb5D4I/AAAAAAAAB7c/oo0EPQMq5hw/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bJu5C5IhM0/Tq90zzb5D4I/AAAAAAAAB7c/oo0EPQMq5hw/s400/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669878889212088194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed off on my own to Central Park. I had really only been to a teensy bit of the park in the past, so I loved exploring. I saw Belvedere Castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1eevSYEVN8/Tq9y9QNlCxI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bidp-0JkNOY/s1600/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1eevSYEVN8/Tq9y9QNlCxI/AAAAAAAAB6s/bidp-0JkNOY/s400/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669876852532251410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aDcsvJerwg/Tq9y9y3m1aI/AAAAAAAAB64/bD6Gy-VZDTQ/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aDcsvJerwg/Tq9y9y3m1aI/AAAAAAAAB64/bD6Gy-VZDTQ/s400/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669876861835335074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CU0TZPq2hc/Tq9y-AKsd7I/AAAAAAAAB7E/YVP4FHHmvYc/s1600/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CU0TZPq2hc/Tq9y-AKsd7I/AAAAAAAAB7E/YVP4FHHmvYc/s400/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669876865405056946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conan blimp was flying overhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YC-KnZu-Rek/Tq9y-pffTVI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/XWXIl51LX-c/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YC-KnZu-Rek/Tq9y-pffTVI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/XWXIl51LX-c/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669876876498128210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with J.C. for a few minutes, as I forgot to get pics of him the night before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn3apTDql8c/Tq900G1DZ-I/AAAAAAAAB7k/KbR39Zi_oPg/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn3apTDql8c/Tq900G1DZ-I/AAAAAAAAB7k/KbR39Zi_oPg/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669878894417897442"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Wd61-U0EU/Tq900MiykVI/AAAAAAAAB74/OOFWtl-K3Jk/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Wd61-U0EU/Tq900MiykVI/AAAAAAAAB74/OOFWtl-K3Jk/s400/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669878895951909202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j56KnMnaau0/Tq901GjaNUI/AAAAAAAAB8A/jhGlYahSkYI/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j56KnMnaau0/Tq901GjaNUI/AAAAAAAAB8A/jhGlYahSkYI/s400/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669878911523763522"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I strolled along the Mall. It was a pefect, beautiful, crisp day, just lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW6NCxWlqDM/Tq95kcw_xMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/rLO1V28u6N0/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW6NCxWlqDM/Tq95kcw_xMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/rLO1V28u6N0/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669884122986693826"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhMV8qapxnA/Tq95k3funkI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/N0VB6ys9r5g/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhMV8qapxnA/Tq95k3funkI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/N0VB6ys9r5g/s400/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669884130162024002"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNiANcD-Dd4/Tq95lbG6XWI/AAAAAAAAB8k/qJCFA6_FyqA/s1600/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EM4USbKSvlo/Tq97KB_6I5I/AAAAAAAAB9s/7KKU8b2VcmU/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669885868148138898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zUJOfrW4cM/Tq97KbAkX2I/AAAAAAAAB94/wKITe-okCMA/s1600/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zUJOfrW4cM/Tq97KbAkX2I/AAAAAAAAB94/wKITe-okCMA/s400/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669885874861793122"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vmlde6YsqxI/Tq97Kyfp6AI/AAAAAAAAB-I/pmddLbZ_-d4/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vmlde6YsqxI/Tq97Kyfp6AI/AAAAAAAAB-I/pmddLbZ_-d4/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669885881166194690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ebSVrHIns/Tq97LYeSpfI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/UbpMDb09wgA/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0ebSVrHIns/Tq97LYeSpfI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/UbpMDb09wgA/s400/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669885891361023474"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-060-rPuaqx4/Tq97Ls1E5hI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QOWLLRXawj8/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-060-rPuaqx4/Tq97Ls1E5hI/AAAAAAAAB-c/QOWLLRXawj8/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669885896825300498"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upUZP6An7aQ/Tq97z7wXHHI/AAAAAAAAB-w/MVfGNg9U900/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upUZP6An7aQ/Tq97z7wXHHI/AAAAAAAAB-w/MVfGNg9U900/s400/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669886588026821746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alice in Wonderland statue was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LVfy4UgjmQ/Tq9-dxiWRxI/AAAAAAAACAg/ePXikL_WbSA/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--LVfy4UgjmQ/Tq9-dxiWRxI/AAAAAAAACAg/ePXikL_WbSA/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669889505861453586"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKlFOho8-94/Tq9-cza4NEI/AAAAAAAACAY/FHB3VE6fWPw/s1600/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKlFOho8-94/Tq9-cza4NEI/AAAAAAAACAY/FHB3VE6fWPw/s400/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669889489187124290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIYd7km_C7s/Tq9-ctDyOdI/AAAAAAAACAE/dpu6Y9Ttvw4/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIYd7km_C7s/Tq9-ctDyOdI/AAAAAAAACAE/dpu6Y9Ttvw4/s400/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669889487479650770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PvtYd3ubjg/Tq9-cmEnOKI/AAAAAAAAB_8/egCvaVCJiY8/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--PvtYd3ubjg/Tq9-cmEnOKI/AAAAAAAAB_8/egCvaVCJiY8/s400/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669889485604075682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1x8Wq9r44/Tq99rJeYMNI/AAAAAAAAB_w/0R51pH0LwAQ/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1x8Wq9r44/Tq99rJeYMNI/AAAAAAAAB_w/0R51pH0LwAQ/s400/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669888636113924306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1QveTL1Etc/Tq99q5b1KvI/AAAAAAAAB_k/9RAeQ3tRBko/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1QveTL1Etc/Tq99q5b1KvI/AAAAAAAAB_k/9RAeQ3tRBko/s400/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669888631808273138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxSXQBZVH_4/Tq99qVS0InI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/wxiN72eJMtc/s1600/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxSXQBZVH_4/Tq99qVS0InI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/wxiN72eJMtc/s400/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669888622106780274"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60EGP_CuOvA/Tq99qK4nUEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/7CB4xwAgSrY/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60EGP_CuOvA/Tq99qK4nUEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/7CB4xwAgSrY/s400/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669888619312533570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_88AFw7ZioM/Tq970HB_zCI/AAAAAAAAB_E/2PsfkKf0Fcw/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_88AFw7ZioM/Tq970HB_zCI/AAAAAAAAB_E/2PsfkKf0Fcw/s400/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669886591053581346"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad I did this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then met up with Jonathan Eggers in the West Village. He was a legal intern this last Summer and lives/goes to school in NYC, so it was really fun to see him. Grabbed a Big Apple Sushi roll, caught up in a quick visit, grabbed an Almond Chocolate dip cookie and headed to "Seminar". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IfKUrfWTuE/Tq9_KCqWBEI/AAAAAAAACAs/Hq7WgOdzmWM/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IfKUrfWTuE/Tq9_KCqWBEI/AAAAAAAACAs/Hq7WgOdzmWM/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890266372637762"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnCb2Hp__lw/Tq9_KUQygbI/AAAAAAAACA0/3qskysc1R2A/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnCb2Hp__lw/Tq9_KUQygbI/AAAAAAAACA0/3qskysc1R2A/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890271097291186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seminar" is what prompted the whole trip. Alan Rickman. I barely made it by the hair of my chiny chin chin (scary!). A few of Courtney's friends joined us as well. It's a new play and I really enjoyed it. Alan was great. I love how he uses language, how he really explores the words and tempo, takes his time. He had several long speeches and hit all the right words in them and keeps one captivated with each thought. Hamish Linklater was also in the show, the other lead, really, and he is fantastic. I loved him already and loved seeing him in a more dramatic role, yet still he is really funny. He was so comfortable on stage, relaxed. One of the actresses I was not so in to, but I still really enjoyed the play. Just super fun to see a new, modern play. Afterwards we did our best to meet Alan. At first we were able to wait right outside of the stage door and while waiting a dude in a huge monkey suit came out, stopped and then whipped off his mask and there was Jerry O'Connell (also in the show) - he took pictures with us and was seriously the nicest guy ever. We then were asked to wait at the end of the drive with all the other folks waiting for Alan, oh well, we tried. Alan came out and was radical in that he took the time to sign all the autographs, pose for all the pictures. Really cool of him. We got a big group pic, where my little eyes are just peaking out. I was just trying to get in there and get close to him, haha, kinda ended up being where's waldo, but who cares. I then went back and asked for another pic and snapped it myself with a far too shakey hand, but there is it. He's lovely and it was fun to see him up close and most importantly to see him act live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNbXIl1uvls/Tq9_LhjY5FI/AAAAAAAACBQ/gUY0FPtHmr8/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNbXIl1uvls/Tq9_LhjY5FI/AAAAAAAACBQ/gUY0FPtHmr8/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890291844834386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mirOBB6B_Cs/Tq9_KoXYETI/AAAAAAAACBI/kUbYO0gMt6E/s1600/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mirOBB6B_Cs/Tq9_KoXYETI/AAAAAAAACBI/kUbYO0gMt6E/s400/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890276493627698"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjlUq6CXCxw/Tq9_boPnOTI/AAAAAAAACBk/RTis3WGli6A/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjlUq6CXCxw/Tq9_boPnOTI/AAAAAAAACBk/RTis3WGli6A/s400/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890568518842674"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHac3a0ZYgw/Tq9_bqXaT3I/AAAAAAAACBw/cSinfYieqvQ/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHac3a0ZYgw/Tq9_bqXaT3I/AAAAAAAACBw/cSinfYieqvQ/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890569088421746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6eZzhqRnUk/Tq9_cJ_CsVI/AAAAAAAACCA/K3OH9K1jUSQ/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6eZzhqRnUk/Tq9_cJ_CsVI/AAAAAAAACCA/K3OH9K1jUSQ/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890577576145234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRecdCRMUNU/Tq9_tiEa7TI/AAAAAAAACCU/0dMJKzUb4yU/s1600/IMG_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRecdCRMUNU/Tq9_tiEa7TI/AAAAAAAACCU/0dMJKzUb4yU/s400/IMG_1997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890876098932018"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56k6vdeAwRU/Tq9_tb7yFSI/AAAAAAAACCM/7201rdZsUWY/s1600/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56k6vdeAwRU/Tq9_tb7yFSI/AAAAAAAACCM/7201rdZsUWY/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890874452088098"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLi9D5Q-GjI/Tq9_t_oxhcI/AAAAAAAACCk/d6iGZyhM9IU/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLi9D5Q-GjI/Tq9_t_oxhcI/AAAAAAAACCk/d6iGZyhM9IU/s400/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890884036036034"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI0o7SMkM3U/Tq9_uZ5gxZI/AAAAAAAACCw/iodBGXksusE/s1600/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI0o7SMkM3U/Tq9_uZ5gxZI/AAAAAAAACCw/iodBGXksusE/s400/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890891085563282"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osar7dNtL9I/Tq9_bR-1s1I/AAAAAAAACBc/JkNX_gdxSN0/s1600/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osar7dNtL9I/Tq9_bR-1s1I/AAAAAAAACBc/JkNX_gdxSN0/s400/IMG_1991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669890562542908242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KC0rvHRAcgU/Tq9_2dZzICI/AAAAAAAACC8/fRFwDLjHLYA/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KC0rvHRAcgU/Tq9_2dZzICI/AAAAAAAACC8/fRFwDLjHLYA/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669891029465243682"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our last night at Ashley's. Again, just so fun to be with those ladies. We sang and laughed and laughed. Ashley and I created a black mambazoish version of "Row Row Row Your Boat" and the three of us worked on the opening of the Beach Boys' Barbara Ann (much to Courtney's chagrin!). Super fun. Althought it did mean we ended up with two hours of sleep (probably less for Courtney, who had to get up twice to get us checked in to our flight). We dragged ourself to the airport and were out on the 7am flight. There was one first class seat left which Courtney let me experience (she's the best) - first time receiving hot towels and breakfast on china. Here I am - looking insanely exhausted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP26yayUDwI/Tq9_2ibmW5I/AAAAAAAACDE/xcjKtJfEqPE/s1600/IMG_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP26yayUDwI/Tq9_2ibmW5I/AAAAAAAACDE/xcjKtJfEqPE/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669891030814972818"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nice and then the rest of the flight to Dallas and then the flight to Burbank was a lot of sleeping and waking, sleeping and waking. And then home again, home again, riggity jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing trip. I can now say I've been to the South. I was able to hopefully find some closure (or at least work towards it) in the personal sphere. Mississippi was beautiful. Sherrod was a great, thoughtful host. Being in New York City again was wonderful. I love that city. I love how incredibly easy it is to get around. I love the Subway system!!! Can't say that enough. You can go anywhere, at any time - brilliant. Being with Courtney and Ashley was so uplifting. They are the best examples to me. They re-focused me on what matters. They were supportive. They are hilarious. And I wish I could hang out with them every week! Courtney was so generous. I in no way would have or could have done this trip without her and her mom helping me out. She also inspired me to make some major career changes (more on that in the future). She was so easy to be there with - she was willing to trudge along to all the random eating establishments I wanted to go to as I completely gluttoned-out on the trip. Ashley was so kind to let us crash her place for the whole week. Ashley shared some great, empowering books with me. Courtney showed me a gorgeous Aussie, whom I want to meet! haha - but these both just kinda made me realize my future can hold great things. Who knows what or when or how, but I am excited for that future. Now is the time for me to take hold of the reins and make my life great. I am up for the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1192161655554850818?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1192161655554850818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1192161655554850818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1192161655554850818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1192161655554850818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-land-is-my-land-this-land-is-your.html' title='This land is my land, this land is your land from Mississippi to the New York Island'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TWBhmRk9IQ/Tq4iMLKSEzI/AAAAAAAABX4/GqCzWzSBPdA/s72-c/IMG_1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-6278592748545141478</id><published>2011-10-23T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:35:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>"You know, when I was nineteen, Grandpa took me on a roller coaster. Up, down, up, down. Oh, what a ride! I always wanted to go again. You know, it was just so interesting to me that a ride could make me so frightened, so scared, so sick, so excited, and so thrilled all together! Some didn't like it. They went on the merry-go-round. That just goes around. Nothing. I like the roller coaster. You get more out of it."&lt;br /&gt;Parenthood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-6278592748545141478?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/6278592748545141478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=6278592748545141478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6278592748545141478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6278592748545141478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/10/rollercoaster.html' title='Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2767253235990862788</id><published>2011-10-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:13:17.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Flowers</title><content type='html'>Wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4PF0h7oqUEQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2767253235990862788?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2767253235990862788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2767253235990862788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2767253235990862788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2767253235990862788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/10/brandon-flowers.html' title='Brandon Flowers'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4PF0h7oqUEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8378787490442855998</id><published>2011-10-10T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:15:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipper and the Rose</title><content type='html'>My sisters and I loved this movie growing up. I was singing some of the songs today and decided to post a couple. There are sooooo many great songs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J7E_6vuQxdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zwNwvXAQ5l4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8378787490442855998?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8378787490442855998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8378787490442855998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8751246218641869620</id><published>2011-10-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:52:21.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Alive</title><content type='html'>Always inspiring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j8kYfPoHyos" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold you too close.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hurt you too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to sit in you chair,&lt;br /&gt;To ruin your sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to need you too much.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to know you too well.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to pull you up short,&lt;br /&gt;And put you through hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you have to let in,&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose feelings you spare,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who, like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;Will want you to share&lt;br /&gt;A little, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to crowd you with love.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to force you to care.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make you come through,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll always be there,&lt;br /&gt;As frightened as you,&lt;br /&gt;Of being alive,&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hold me too close.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hurt me too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody sit in my chair,&lt;br /&gt;And ruin my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And make me aware,&lt;br /&gt;Of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody need me too much.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody know me too well.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pull me up short,&lt;br /&gt;And put me through hell,&lt;br /&gt;And give me support,&lt;br /&gt;For being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Make me alive.&lt;br /&gt;Make me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me confused.&lt;br /&gt;Mock me with praise.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be used.&lt;br /&gt;Vary my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alone,&lt;br /&gt;Is alone,&lt;br /&gt;Not alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody crowd me with love.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody force me to care.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody let me come through,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there,&lt;br /&gt;As frightened as you,&lt;br /&gt;To help us survive,&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8751246218641869620?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8751246218641869620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8751246218641869620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8751246218641869620'/><link 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type='html'>Can't get enough Alison Krauss right now. Just love her.&lt;br /&gt;And Pandora is introducing me to all sorts of new bluegrass/country/kraussesque artists. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one in my head right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pgVL-rBq9Fw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Brother Where Art Thou is just a great soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1BPoMIQHwpo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it. Not Alison Krauss, Norman Blake singing "You Are My Sunshine" - love this song, even though it makes me wanna cry every time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dkNbMZhEGEw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1010795804322075476?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1010795804322075476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1010795804322075476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1010795804322075476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1010795804322075476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-art-thou.html' title='Where Art Thou'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pgVL-rBq9Fw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-343636237664747331</id><published>2011-08-27T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:19:54.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babs</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nx-224ul7Yg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how he looks at her&lt;br /&gt;Will someone ever I look at me that way-&lt;br /&gt;Full of all the feelings and the soft&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken words that lovers say?&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I knew ev'ry single&lt;br /&gt;Look and sweet expression on his face,&lt;br /&gt;Yet this is one that I don't recognize,&lt;br /&gt;Although I've sat and studied him for hours.&lt;br /&gt;But now I see how love completely occupies&lt;br /&gt;A pair of' eyes...&lt;br /&gt;See the way' they gaze at her,&lt;br /&gt;Like slaves they follow every where she goes.&lt;br /&gt;Do my eyes forget themselves&lt;br /&gt;And do I ever look at him&lt;br /&gt;And smile in such a way&lt;br /&gt;That what I'm feeling shows?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows...&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't help wondering &lt;br /&gt;If I'll ever live to see the day&lt;br /&gt;When by some miracle of miracles,&lt;br /&gt;He'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;And look at me that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-343636237664747331?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/343636237664747331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=343636237664747331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/343636237664747331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/343636237664747331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/08/babs.html' title='Babs'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nx-224ul7Yg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3005433466835865271</id><published>2011-08-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:14:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local News Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRVdZVupJv4/Tla7KuifQAI/AAAAAAAABXo/tgNENpBubmU/s1600/rapistanchor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRVdZVupJv4/Tla7KuifQAI/AAAAAAAABXo/tgNENpBubmU/s400/rapistanchor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644904975921266690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3005433466835865271?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3005433466835865271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3005433466835865271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3005433466835865271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3005433466835865271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/08/local-news-fail.html' title='Local News Fail'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kRVdZVupJv4/Tla7KuifQAI/AAAAAAAABXo/tgNENpBubmU/s72-c/rapistanchor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2506813689560936538</id><published>2011-08-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:17:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nailed it.</title><content type='html'>And, because I could listen to this over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VUm8wtDQgTU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2506813689560936538?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2506813689560936538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2506813689560936538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2506813689560936538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2506813689560936538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/08/nailed-it.html' title='Nailed it.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VUm8wtDQgTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2603391145243144286</id><published>2011-08-25T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:06:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More poems. And why not?</title><content type='html'>I mean, I wish I spoke Spanish, so I could read Neruda without the translation, but even translated I love me some Pablo. They are just so rife with longing.(Whatever, leave me alone, sometimes I like this kinda thing!haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Sonnet XI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. &lt;br /&gt;Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. &lt;br /&gt;Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, &lt;br /&gt;I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.  &lt;br /&gt;I hunger for your sleek laugh, &lt;br /&gt;For your hands the color of the wild grain, &lt;br /&gt;I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, &lt;br /&gt;I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, &lt;br /&gt;The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, &lt;br /&gt;I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight &lt;br /&gt;Looking for you, for your hot heart, &lt;br /&gt;Like a puma in the barren wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the&lt;br /&gt;perfumes of spring.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;&lt;br /&gt;how did your lips feel on mine?&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,&lt;br /&gt;the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of&lt;br /&gt;you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will&lt;br /&gt;do me irreparable harm.&lt;br /&gt;Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every&lt;br /&gt;window.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because&lt;br /&gt;of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting&lt;br /&gt;stars, falling objects.&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/1885865194142232253-2603391145243144286?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2603391145243144286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2603391145243144286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2603391145243144286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2603391145243144286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-poems-and-why-not.html' title='More poems. And why not?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5308560154954790045</id><published>2011-08-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:54:38.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>I've loved this poem a long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half light,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;W.B. Yeats  &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/1885865194142232253-5308560154954790045?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5308560154954790045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5308560154954790045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5308560154954790045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5308560154954790045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/08/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3629150107935768818</id><published>2011-07-21T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:16:28.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems</title><content type='html'>It's late! I need to sleep, but there are too many funny videos on this site: everythingisterrible.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three. I'll do more exploring later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to Flirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rflt3iU8TmA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceal and Carry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26045793?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="295" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26045793"&gt;CONCEAL N' CARRY!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/eit"&gt;Everything Is Terrible!&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneology for Nuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0cpCXMJWjrc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3629150107935768818?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3629150107935768818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3629150107935768818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3629150107935768818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3629150107935768818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/07/gems.html' title='Gems'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rflt3iU8TmA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3634353265308341978</id><published>2011-07-19T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:53:04.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Mind</title><content type='html'>It's hard being a hopeless romantic, it really is, and yet I am glad I am. I know people who don't really believe in love, haven't really experienced heartache - they believe in marriage and like having a partner, but don't think being "in love" really exists and you know what? Even though heartbreak is so hard and painful, I am so glad I feel it. I like reading the poems and sonnets and plays and literature from over the centuries and understanding the highs and lows of love. It means I'm alive. This morning a friend of mine, who one might not expect to be a hopeless romantic told me "I wake up she's on my mind, I go to bed she's on my mind, so I just need to get to a point where other things are on my mind." So sweet and I get it. And I like knowing that there are others out there who understand being heart-sick. It instantly made me think of the Sondheim song, "Losing My Mind". This is one of my audition pieces and I always loved/love singing it. It's traditionally sang by a woman, but I first heard it from Michael Ball, who gives it such a completely heart-felt, heart-breaking performance, linked below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LFgngL8gIqc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along this theme. I've also had a sort of depressing week in realizing that romance in the movies has sort of ruined me. Specifically all the '80's teen movies I watched in my formative years, like "Sixteen Candles", "Pretty in Pink", "Some Kind of Wonderful" etc. In them the rich/popular/perfect/wonderful/dream person will realize that they don't want to be with the typical/usual/popular/rich/shallow people and want to be with the poor/interesting/geniune/quirky/real person. Jake Ryan doesn't want the blonde popular prom queen, he sees the beauty and genuine specialness (?) of Molly Ringwald. I wanted to believe this. But real life is actually the rich and popular, marry the rich and popular and stay rich and popular. People stay in their safe, comfortable circles. Guys want the trophy girls. Haha - I just realized that in the paragraph above I said I was a romantic and now I am crushing that with being a realist, okay and maybe a bit of a cynic. Le sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Ok. Reminding myself what I just said: the heartbreak is good. It's good to experience life. Good to be alive. Just be in the moment. Feel what you feel. Read some poetry, listen to some sad sap music and enjoy the rollercoaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3634353265308341978?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3634353265308341978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3634353265308341978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3634353265308341978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3634353265308341978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/07/losing-my-mind.html' title='Losing My Mind'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LFgngL8gIqc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-494919223270218700</id><published>2011-06-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:54:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 Videos</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here are the little, disjointed videos I took at the concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6A9XeTYeLNM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HZQIJeGNgdw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b0JR5R9BPCo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eg9L5CJjztA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Moves in Mysterious Ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EhBb0Eb8uLU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Want Is You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P52don0nfYk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono harmonica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iLaiB24prc8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: In the Name of Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ye0Dr70_Keo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Blinding Lights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S4TOg4l-vSs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best moment of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DNk44CduRGg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ip2UsIJJI5Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or Without You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OGR-5inEZYs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-494919223270218700?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/494919223270218700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=494919223270218700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/494919223270218700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/494919223270218700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/06/u2-videos.html' title='U2 Videos'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6A9XeTYeLNM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7921998322132276237</id><published>2011-06-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:32:25.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wernerchin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7V6H8cB98w/Tf4yUUQpFmI/AAAAAAAABXg/NA1JK1gfqkQ/s1600/Pop.tif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7V6H8cB98w/Tf4yUUQpFmI/AAAAAAAABXg/NA1JK1gfqkQ/s400/Pop.tif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619984709622240866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky to have Pop in my life. He's unique, wacky, funny, fascinating, strong, honest, tough, faithful and understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7921998322132276237?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7921998322132276237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7921998322132276237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7921998322132276237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7921998322132276237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/06/wernerchin.html' title='Wernerchin'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7V6H8cB98w/Tf4yUUQpFmI/AAAAAAAABXg/NA1JK1gfqkQ/s72-c/Pop.tif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-505586053515752253</id><published>2011-06-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:59:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Better Than The Real Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_AMwnMZ-pIQ/Tf2An5gEU6I/AAAAAAAABXI/VA0hca2ESi0/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_AMwnMZ-pIQ/Tf2An5gEU6I/AAAAAAAABXI/VA0hca2ESi0/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619789332966822818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was finally able to fulfill a (nearly) lifetime dream: I got to see U2 in concert! I can't believe I hadn't, but somehow I always convinced myself I couldn't afford it, which was lame of me. I decided I was just going to do it. I drove down to Anaheim, in the slowest drive ever and got to Angels Stadium a few minutes before Lenny Kravitz opened the show. So my seat was awesome! There was the stage, the field for the standing/general admission and then I was the fifth row of seats! Fifth row, dead on! I was super stoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights went down and we saw on the screens above the stage the band walking towards the stage - so exciting - the energy and anticipation from the arena was palpable. The first moment of them playing I was in shock for a minute that I was actually watching and hearing them live and then I got quite emotional. I mean this is the band I've loved since I was, I don't know, like five years old or so.  I just felt so joyous! It's been the toughest year of my life, but standing there as U2 started to play, I felt like you know what, my life has been rough, but who cares? I'm here seeing U2! I know that sounds crazy, but it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bsrIrGzmDE/Tf2Annz3Z3I/AAAAAAAABXA/fLMyrlnczOw/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bsrIrGzmDE/Tf2Annz3Z3I/AAAAAAAABXA/fLMyrlnczOw/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619789328218023794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took a bunch of little videos on my phone throughout the night and some pics, that I'll post below, even if they aren't great - but they are fun for me to remember what things were like. Ok. So, I just tried to upload my videos and none of them will upload - I don't know why I can't, I've done it before - yargh! So I'm posting a couple of picks and will try to figure out the videos for a future post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song was "Even Better Than The Real Thing" followed by "I Will Follow". So much fun. The thing is U2 has so many freaking songs/hits from over the years and they can only do so many in one night, so they did tons of great songs, but still more I would have loved to hear. Love the old ones, of course, like hearing "All I Want Is You", "Pride: In The Name of Love" and "With or Without You". I love "City of Blinding Lights" - great to hear that. My favorite moment of the night was U2 performing "One" and then at the end he started singing "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" - he sang that line over and over and then the rumble came in and the deeply imbedded in my soul opening strains of "Where the Streets Have No Name". I mean how iconic is the beginning of that song? Did I totally sob during that song? Uh, yeah. It was just insane to be hearing that after the hundreds of times I've probably listened to that song in my life. All the times I listened to that as our family started out our drive across the salt flats towards Napa, CA. All the nights I listened to that song in the dark on my walkman. They also showed video of U2 from back in the day/Joshua Tree era and seeing them like that while listening to the song was really emotional: just seeing them as boys really, but as the band I remember first going crazy for as a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naMWsx7vQaM/Tf2Aoct5wuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/2M5LstRRNbI/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naMWsx7vQaM/Tf2Aoct5wuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/2M5LstRRNbI/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619789342420091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great concert. They sounded fantastic. I felt really really lucky to be there. That was a big part of getting emotional during the night - I felt grateful to be there and wished my sisters could be there too - particularly my sister, Alex, who loves them too and hasn't had a chance to see them yet. I'm so happy I went. Long live U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JftFxB_TTqs/Tf2Aoh0kHtI/AAAAAAAABXY/E6YxM-wDP3s/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JftFxB_TTqs/Tf2Aoh0kHtI/AAAAAAAABXY/E6YxM-wDP3s/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619789343790210770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-505586053515752253?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/505586053515752253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=505586053515752253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/505586053515752253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/505586053515752253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/06/even-better-than-real-thing.html' title='Even Better Than The Real Thing'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_AMwnMZ-pIQ/Tf2An5gEU6I/AAAAAAAABXI/VA0hca2ESi0/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8047994607995669936</id><published>2011-05-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:51:47.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-OsQ-vgft8/TdC7aVMnw2I/AAAAAAAABW0/VPRGWNmeefk/s1600/ALeqM5j__-i2LIamqMCJOirAzLdUa0GDkw.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-OsQ-vgft8/TdC7aVMnw2I/AAAAAAAABW0/VPRGWNmeefk/s400/ALeqM5j__-i2LIamqMCJOirAzLdUa0GDkw.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607187597117342562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to quickly record a cool event I attended last week. Shakespeare Center of Los Angeles had a staged reading of "Merry Wives of Windsor" - it was an all-star cast including: Tom Hanks, Williams Shatner, Martin Short, Eugene Levy, Eric Idle, Tracy Ullman, etc. But the reason I wanted to go was because Kenneth Branagh was also involved! I adore Kenneth. He is THE Shakespeare Master, so I did not want to miss the chance to see him do Shakespeare live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seat was way up high, so I wasn't close, but still thrilled to be there. It was a stupid expensive event, so I was just lucky to be there (my boss gave me the ticket as a thank you gift). The show was fun. Everyone was being pretty silly and it was a super duper paired down version, but that was good for what this was. I mean it was a reading, so actors standing up acting it out, but still without much staging. It was set in the South, with blue-grass music. The music was great. Reba MacIntyre sang and actually sounded really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Short was insane! So funny. He wore this weird white/silver wig, his Three Amigos hat and did a bizarre accent a la Father of the Bride. It was bizarre and delightful. He really went nuts and just did his great Martin Short thang. At one point he had some line like "I salute you" and he did his Three Amigos salute!!! It was awesome!!! Tom Hanks was funnyish, but you could tell he wanted to be the center of attention, he wanted to be the funny one and made weird remarks to Martin Short in trying to have the last laugh, but sorry, Tom, you're fine and all, but Martin Short is a comedy legend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Kenneth did not disappoint. I only wish he had had more - I want to see him in a for real Shakespeare production so bad! But the material he did have was still uber impressive. First of all, he looked fantastic - looked in great shape, great height. Second, his voice is lovely, just lovely. He spoke in his British dialect for most of it, but as his character went in disguise he would switch into a Southern/American dialect, and did so flawlessly. The first time after he finished a little soliloquy the audience broke into applause - like you couldn't help it, it was so apparent how amazing he was. He totally stood out. I mean, his use of language is perfect. He just knows what he's doing. I mean it seems so elementary, but whereas plenty of the other actors would be unclear with what they were saying, Kenneth was crystal crystal clear and absolutely compelling. I hung on every word. And not just because it's me and it's him, but because he USES the language and he knows it, he's completely comfortable in it. I also noticed that he does, again, I think effortlessly use the iambic pentameter. There are different schools of thought on how much to use it, or how to use it and I certainly haven't figured it out for myself totally, but he really proved to me that the iambic pentameter does make things easier to understand, that rhythm does makes things clear and just felt right when being handled by someone who felt it and used it right. It was beautiful to listen to. His energy with the language, with his words was great. Even though this was a silly, funny, improvy show, he just can't help but being a master. Just so impressive. I love him. I was devastated to learn that a local movie theatre had a Kenneth Branagh weekend ending with a viewing of his Hamlet with a discussion with Kenneth afterwards - yargh!!! I didn't find out about it until after - I would have freaked out. I love that Hamlet so so much. Anyway. It was cool to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8047994607995669936?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8047994607995669936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8047994607995669936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8047994607995669936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8047994607995669936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/05/merry-wives.html' title='Merry Wives'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-OsQ-vgft8/TdC7aVMnw2I/AAAAAAAABW0/VPRGWNmeefk/s72-c/ALeqM5j__-i2LIamqMCJOirAzLdUa0GDkw.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3702964318312406252</id><published>2011-05-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:06:28.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I love my Mom. She's always made me feel safe and supported and loved. Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's parents and grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoqpU1l8MQk/TcbY2rW233I/AAAAAAAABWU/qkUfyeLrM6w/s1600/mompedigree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoqpU1l8MQk/TcbY2rW233I/AAAAAAAABWU/qkUfyeLrM6w/s400/mompedigree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604405220172291954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so stylish and lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9kRagR4dEQ/TcbZzmfZr3I/AAAAAAAABWs/B-RL5PmQcSo/s1600/photo-24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9kRagR4dEQ/TcbZzmfZr3I/AAAAAAAABWs/B-RL5PmQcSo/s400/photo-24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604406266837970802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, the pilot, in her younger years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0syl8krUZA/TcbY3M0V8UI/AAAAAAAABWk/hblOsE79GIo/s1600/photo-21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0syl8krUZA/TcbY3M0V8UI/AAAAAAAABWk/hblOsE79GIo/s400/photo-21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604405229154332994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOuN2nMEF0k/TcbY227vxcI/AAAAAAAABWc/BdFdSc-n21I/s1600/photo-12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOuN2nMEF0k/TcbY227vxcI/AAAAAAAABWc/BdFdSc-n21I/s400/photo-12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604405223279805890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3702964318312406252?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3702964318312406252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3702964318312406252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3702964318312406252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3702964318312406252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoqpU1l8MQk/TcbY2rW233I/AAAAAAAABWU/qkUfyeLrM6w/s72-c/mompedigree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3912813588020013635</id><published>2011-04-29T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:52:47.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn the Floor</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night I got to see "Burn the Floor" at the Pantages. A lady at WB had 2 extra tickets, so my dear friend, Emily, and I went. I wanted to see the show and was so grateful for the tickets. IT WAS AWESOME! If you haven't heard about it, it's a ballroom dance show - but not like traditional, old school, but rather an exciting spectacle of all types of ballroom dance. These dancers were ridiculous! So good. The show just flew, it was so much fun to watch. So much energy emanating from the stage. My favorite part of the show? Pasha! Pasha was on So You Think You Can Dance and I loved him on there. It was really cool to get to watch him dance live. Don't wanna be inappropriate here, but wowsers he is one gorgeous Russian man. After the show, we waited at the stage door. Kayla, who had been great on SYTYCD as well was waiting and Emily was excited to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPxojOqqRFY/Tbuw6WVHuaI/AAAAAAAABVc/E_d68-s7BUU/s1600/Em%2526Kayla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPxojOqqRFY/Tbuw6WVHuaI/AAAAAAAABVc/E_d68-s7BUU/s400/Em%2526Kayla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601265078038411682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out came Pasha. Took one pic with him, but our eyes were freaky looking, so I asked if I could get another because we looked evil in the pic, he said "We are evil!" with his great Russian accent and then we took the second. So, not gonna lie, he felt really nice. Ok. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BwpwHP0rFI/Tbuw6_5oVCI/AAAAAAAABVk/68y4DAi4MA8/s1600/Heidi.Pasha.WeAreEvil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BwpwHP0rFI/Tbuw6_5oVCI/AAAAAAAABVk/68y4DAi4MA8/s400/Heidi.Pasha.WeAreEvil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601265089197397026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvv8ZwW9DwY/Tbuw7C-E89I/AAAAAAAABVs/ECz3MYHjerc/s1600/Pasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvv8ZwW9DwY/Tbuw7C-E89I/AAAAAAAABVs/ECz3MYHjerc/s400/Pasha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601265090021356498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun night with Emily. She's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3912813588020013635?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3912813588020013635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3912813588020013635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3912813588020013635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3912813588020013635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/burn-floor.html' title='Burn the Floor'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPxojOqqRFY/Tbuw6WVHuaI/AAAAAAAABVc/E_d68-s7BUU/s72-c/Em%2526Kayla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8198254908114965422</id><published>2011-04-29T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:38:53.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLC Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>I went up to Utah over Easter weekend. I so needed to get away. I wanted time to just be with my family and friends and I got just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I arrived in town in the morning and spent the day with my parents. It was a really nice quality time kinda day with them. We had lunch, talked, my dad played piano, seen in this little clip of my parents singing "Heiden Roslein" - a German poem/song, which I consider my song as I am Heidi Roslein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c4cdebfa402a8d0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c4cdebfa402a8d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412328%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695895619DCCB5750B478F0662EBDE0234AC0764.7417DCF6870683A769477426DB0805720A5952F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c4cdebfa402a8d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RFuNxze7d3ng0x-WDpKScsccBI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c4cdebfa402a8d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412328%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695895619DCCB5750B478F0662EBDE0234AC0764.7417DCF6870683A769477426DB0805720A5952F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c4cdebfa402a8d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1RFuNxze7d3ng0x-WDpKScsccBI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for the first time at my mom's geneology book and was fascinated by the pedigree charts - just from those simple charts I feel I learned so much about my family - things I never knew. I took notes, but really should get copies for myself at some point. So, it was a nice first day with the parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I went out to dinner with my favorite person, Carter. He's a very important friend and I had a great great time. We went to an old favorite of mine, Bombay House (love me some Indian). Talking and hanging out with Carter is just the best, what more can I say? (I actually do have a pic, but promised him no one would see it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to Hogle Zoo with Alex (my sis) and Dylan. It was an overcast day, which is the best for zoo visits as the animals are usually more active and the crowds smaller. We had a great time. Loved being with Alex and Dylan. Here are some zoo pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0Jaz91I9ho/Tbujo0qc6lI/AAAAAAAABTk/dn3qMEDrUXo/s1600/Alex.Dylan.Zoo.Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0Jaz91I9ho/Tbujo0qc6lI/AAAAAAAABTk/dn3qMEDrUXo/s400/Alex.Dylan.Zoo.Waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601250483292138066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAKl3WX_WkY/Tbujpg-QmUI/AAAAAAAABT8/8llYE3GzuK0/s1600/Dylan.Orangatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAKl3WX_WkY/Tbujpg-QmUI/AAAAAAAABT8/8llYE3GzuK0/s400/Dylan.Orangatan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601250495186377026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7IQHKOius0k/TbujpHPombI/AAAAAAAABTs/z1JKgd6QP7o/s1600/Gorilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7IQHKOius0k/TbujpHPombI/AAAAAAAABTs/z1JKgd6QP7o/s400/Gorilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601250488279931314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5XEDY_H-aY/TbujpRMsU8I/AAAAAAAABT0/UwvscK60WNk/s1600/orangatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5XEDY_H-aY/TbujpRMsU8I/AAAAAAAABT0/UwvscK60WNk/s400/orangatan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601250490951947202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61sko01XSs/TbukVgMx4CI/AAAAAAAABUU/U3-ABuODevQ/s1600/Wolves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61sko01XSs/TbukVgMx4CI/AAAAAAAABUU/U3-ABuODevQ/s400/Wolves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251250893086754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SposvYhnn8Q/TbukVej4TQI/AAAAAAAABUM/iYVlDpizVhU/s1600/Wildcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SposvYhnn8Q/TbukVej4TQI/AAAAAAAABUM/iYVlDpizVhU/s400/Wildcat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251250453105922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SH0Rr_F9gI/TbukUy07EOI/AAAAAAAABUE/N6PZdbvyF3A/s1600/Dylan.AussieAnimal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9SH0Rr_F9gI/TbukUy07EOI/AAAAAAAABUE/N6PZdbvyF3A/s400/Dylan.AussieAnimal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251238713430242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo we went to The Soup Kitchen in Sugarhouse, another old time favorite from my college days. Dylan LOVED his grilled cheese "It's good. It's just good." Then we went out to their place in Sandy. Got to hang with Jerad. We had Lone Star Taqueria, which had been featured by Guy Fieri on the Food Network. Totes yummy. Jerad had to work that night, so Alex, Dylan and I watched "Tangled" - very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday did some shopping with the Nighs, went bowling, then Alex made a great meal of Kung Pao Chicken, rice and edemame. Played Settlers of Katan (and barely won). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I headed back up to the SLC. I got to go back to the store I used to always buy my Converse from and got a couple pair - still great selection and prices! (NOTE: I realize how boring this post is, but I wanted to have this for my memories) Then I went to visit Elizabeth at work (KUTV). It was fun to hang out with Elizabeth. I got to talk to Brian Mullahy - news reporter that I first met when I was a little kid - he's the nicest dude! I took a bit of a drive around SLC then met up with my old ATP friends, Cassie and Eric for dinner. I love these two so much. I miss them and had a really nice dinner. They were good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxlspJxPVLA/Tbukzn_zclI/AAAAAAAABUs/7y5bT0--H8A/s1600/Cassie.Heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxlspJxPVLA/Tbukzn_zclI/AAAAAAAABUs/7y5bT0--H8A/s400/Cassie.Heidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251768382222930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prHi0AgF2BM/TbukzUoHF-I/AAAAAAAABUk/yOLry7vw7pg/s1600/Cassie.Eric.Heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prHi0AgF2BM/TbukzUoHF-I/AAAAAAAABUk/yOLry7vw7pg/s400/Cassie.Eric.Heidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251763182573538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed out to Liz, one of my bf's in Farmington. I proceeded to spend the next several hours with her catching up. I'm sorry I forgot to get a pic. It was really great to spend a quality night with her, just talking and being together. It was nice to be really open and commiserate over our trials but also have plenty of laughter. She's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS62TXClKag/TbulV9DNvoI/AAAAAAAABVU/IqoHxfuWHR8/s1600/Pop%2526Heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XS62TXClKag/TbulV9DNvoI/AAAAAAAABVU/IqoHxfuWHR8/s400/Pop%2526Heidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601252358149226114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2gh6DkBPIg/TbulV56hDGI/AAAAAAAABVM/VQ-XzgxkKdk/s1600/Mom%2526Heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2gh6DkBPIg/TbulV56hDGI/AAAAAAAABVM/VQ-XzgxkKdk/s400/Mom%2526Heidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601252357307436130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Easter. I went to church with my parents. The speakers moved me. Then all the family came out for a Rouladen lunch. We had a nice afternoon together. Of course, lots of laughter at the dinner table. Did some exploring of the basement with my sisters. Reminiscing. Nice day. Then Elizabeth, the Nighs and I headed to Sandy and kept the party goin. We ended up watching "Parenthood" (the movie) at the end of the night as it happened to come on and although I've seen it a couple times already, I loved it as much as ever - really a pretty perfect movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was more quality Nigh time. Tried their favorite sandwich place, Firehouse Subs, played some Yahtzee, as evidenced in the pics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrEYxSu40E4/TbukzGjM3LI/AAAAAAAABUc/PYywnIM8oWU/s1600/AlexSeriousYahtzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrEYxSu40E4/TbukzGjM3LI/AAAAAAAABUc/PYywnIM8oWU/s400/AlexSeriousYahtzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251759403883698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex so serious at her gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CciB5zGl8_w/TbulVmku5oI/AAAAAAAABVE/0wOGICbPCpg/s1600/ElizabethYahtzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CciB5zGl8_w/TbulVmku5oI/AAAAAAAABVE/0wOGICbPCpg/s400/ElizabethYahtzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601252352115795586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elgDRfaVLaQ/TbulVTmlR7I/AAAAAAAABU8/TGPRUSjlr7Q/s1600/Dylan%2526Jerad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elgDRfaVLaQ/TbulVTmlR7I/AAAAAAAABU8/TGPRUSjlr7Q/s400/Dylan%2526Jerad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601252347023280050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQyyOxeLGEE/Tbuk0OGYXBI/AAAAAAAABU0/4upQniqCyq8/s1600/Dylan%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQyyOxeLGEE/Tbuk0OGYXBI/AAAAAAAABU0/4upQniqCyq8/s400/Dylan%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601251778610355218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed one last night at my old house in the Avenues, then headed to the airport Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always some friends I wish I had seen, but didn't get to, but I really do want to try to go up more often. It did me a lot of good to see so many people I love. They remind me of who I am. I love my family and friends, hope to be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8198254908114965422?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8198254908114965422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8198254908114965422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8198254908114965422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8198254908114965422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/slc-friends-and-family.html' title='SLC Friends and Family'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0Jaz91I9ho/Tbujo0qc6lI/AAAAAAAABTk/dn3qMEDrUXo/s72-c/Alex.Dylan.Zoo.Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-4133452513478904145</id><published>2011-04-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:07:35.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiminy Glick interviews Anderson Cooper</title><content type='html'>Oh, man, always loved Jiminy Glick and I love Anderson and his adorable laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v2mOcpCT-0c?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-4133452513478904145?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/4133452513478904145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=4133452513478904145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4133452513478904145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4133452513478904145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/jiminy-glick-interviews-anderson-cooper.html' title='Jiminy Glick interviews Anderson Cooper'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v2mOcpCT-0c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3070398175729891389</id><published>2011-04-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:14:27.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>"Part of our knowledge lies in accepting that there are some things we cannot know, and a great many more where uncertainty is more beneficial than a firm standpoint."&lt;br /&gt;-Erasmus of Rotterdam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3070398175729891389?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3070398175729891389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3070398175729891389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3070398175729891389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3070398175729891389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8755389577456114126</id><published>2011-04-12T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:28:51.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilient</title><content type='html'>"We learn that we are resilient. We learn that we can live in a world of imperfect, even inhumane, people and events.  We learn that we do not have total control over our lives, and yet we do have control over our attitude toward our adversity. We can survive in a world that can break our hearts but not our spirits. We can use our innate strength to adapt, to see what is left, what new possibilities are offered, how we can build happiness on another foundation. We need not complain nor return in kind the evils we endure. We learn that goodness and decency, compassion and kindness will always, in the long run, be stronger than their opposites."&lt;br /&gt;-S Michael Wilcox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8755389577456114126?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8755389577456114126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8755389577456114126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8755389577456114126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8755389577456114126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/resilient.html' title='Resilient'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8283036469369725944</id><published>2011-04-07T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:35:03.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Colbert High Tea</title><content type='html'>I couldn't love this more. I can watch it over and over and still die laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000;width:520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:4px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:380598" width="512" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="." flashVars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;background-color:#FFFFFF;padding:4px;margin-top:4px;margin-bottom:0px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/380598/april-06-2011/my-fair-colbert---hugo-vickers"&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tags: &lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/full-episodes/'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href='http://www.indecisionforever.com/'&gt;Political Humor &amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video'&gt;Video Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8283036469369725944?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8283036469369725944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8283036469369725944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8283036469369725944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8283036469369725944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/stephen-colbert-high-tea.html' title='Stephen Colbert High Tea'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8079020765553247333</id><published>2011-04-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:45:26.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps</title><content type='html'>Reading an awesome S. Michael Wilcox book right now, "What the Scriptures Teach Us About Adversity" and loved this story from the writings called the Huainanzi, which he shared to illustrate a point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story comes from Taoist philosophy which, generally hesitates to make many value judgments, seeing possibilities in all things and all experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the northern border of China was a man who lived his life according to the Taoist pattern. One day his mare wandered off and was lost in the territory of the Hu, northern tribes who were enemies to the Chinese. All of his neighbors offered him their sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How unfortunate!" they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man was hesitant to pass judgment. He said, "Who knows? Perhaps this will turn out to be a blessing. We will have to wait and see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few months, his mare returned and what is more, a fine horse from the northern territories accompanied her. Everyone now congratulated him. "How very fortunate you are! You have an additional horse, a fine stallion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Perhaps, but his may also be a cause of misfortune."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had a fine son who loved horses, and while he was riding the new horse, he fell of and broke his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers felt sorry for the man and his son. "What a disadvantage to have a broken leg. It will leave the boy crippled," was the common sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps even this will one day turn out to be a blessing," said his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, the northern Hu invaded China. All able-bodied young men were required to take up arms and fight against the invaders. There was a terrible war, and as a result, around the border regions, nine out of ten young men died. This man's son was not required to join in the battles because he was crippled, and so both the boy and his father survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this story suggests, it may be wiser to delay our judgments and face what we must face in the present, leaving the future to take care of itself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8079020765553247333?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8079020765553247333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8079020765553247333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8079020765553247333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8079020765553247333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/04/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-4087963326874435394</id><published>2011-03-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:07:51.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopin Ballade No.1 in G minor, Opus 23 by Tzvi Erez HQ</title><content type='html'>One of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F63MSrdYx5w?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-4087963326874435394?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/4087963326874435394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=4087963326874435394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4087963326874435394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4087963326874435394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/03/chopin-ballade-no1-in-g-minor-opus-23.html' title='Chopin Ballade No.1 in G minor, Opus 23 by Tzvi Erez HQ'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F63MSrdYx5w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7961337781703078597</id><published>2011-02-25T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:35:43.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship, Friendship, Just A Perfect Blendship</title><content type='html'>I tend to be a fairly independent person. I think it stems from being the youngest in my family. My sisters and I were close growing up as I think is evidenced in many past blogs of me strolling down memory lane. But as my middle sister is 4 years older than me and my oldest, 8 years, they got older and I was inevitably left to entertain myself. So, I did delve into my own imaginary world. And that was fine. I managed to keep myself busy. The saddest, when I look back at it, is when I would try to play board games by myself - just not quite the same. A few of them worked, "Park and Shop" worked well enough.  So my imaginary world became my companion. And I still value my alone time. I love love going on walks/hikes. I am totally fine going to movies by myself. I am good doin my thang. Now, this can be a good thing. I like this about me, but as of late I've realized that this can be dangerous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been rough lately - dealing with some pretty big challenges. And as per my mode of being, I was just sort of dealing with them on my own. But that weight and loneliness was starting to be a bit much, even for me. I was told by a very wise man that I need to turn to people, I need a support system. So I started to allow people in and I started to open up to people, to make myself, and it has been really surprising and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in saying all this, it's not like I have no friends. I've always had friends, I'm not a total social outcast. I've had great friends in my life. But, I'm not great at staying close or initiating friendships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily some awesome people have found me. This is where the surprising part of it comes in. Friendships have emerged from unexpected places and it's been great to be surprised by this. I had a doctor who really gave a damn and gave me his time and fantastic advice. I've had friends from church help me and surprise me with their candor and understanding. I've had people at work make me feel loved and lifted. My family also made me feel like I can be honest and that they are there for me. And, most recently, a friendship formed from facebook, that made me feel really good. Lately I do feel like I've been talking way too much about myself and I don't want to be that person either, because it sometimes feels like once you open those floodgates it's easy to let it all flow, but what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were unexpected and appreciated. When I stop to think about it I am actually surrounded by good people. I think people in general are good, but with me, at least, it is a matter of letting them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uQYDvQ1HH-E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which, inevitably, makes me think of "Wonder Years" - such a great show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Ob59hsRaFU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post doesn't come across as some weird cry for help or something. I'm good. Things are weird, but gonna be fine. And my spirits are good. Just wanted to give a shout out to my peops and I want to try to get bloggin more as my blog has been a bit of a wasteland lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7961337781703078597?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7961337781703078597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7961337781703078597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7961337781703078597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7961337781703078597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/02/friendship-friendship-just-perfect.html' title='Friendship, Friendship, Just A Perfect Blendship'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uQYDvQ1HH-E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1835055203317969918</id><published>2011-02-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:44:11.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP</title><content type='html'>Grocery store, toilet paper aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude Guy Berating His Wife: "What is the difference between the two? what's the difference? why do you want that one? huh? do you even know the difference?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, tired of his talking down to his wife: "One's soft and thick and one's soft and strong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed shocked, but then went on to tell me how most people at the store are so rude, but how nice I was to help out to talk to them. He didn't seem to get that I only said something because he was being so mean to his wife. Oh, well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with soft and strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1835055203317969918?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1835055203317969918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1835055203317969918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1835055203317969918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1835055203317969918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/02/tp.html' title='TP'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-566952660205588169</id><published>2011-02-01T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:18:11.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference between the United Kingdom, Great Britain and England Exp...</title><content type='html'>Super informative. I thought I knew a lot of this, but lots I did not know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rNu8XDBSn10?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-566952660205588169?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/566952660205588169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=566952660205588169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/566952660205588169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/566952660205588169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/02/difference-between-united-kingdom-great.html' title='The Difference between the United Kingdom, Great Britain and England Exp...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rNu8XDBSn10/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-6774958355374597902</id><published>2011-01-29T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:05:36.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icehouse - My Obsession</title><content type='html'>Last one, but come on, so good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/foKPR2tmzps?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-6774958355374597902?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/6774958355374597902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=6774958355374597902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6774958355374597902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/6774958355374597902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/01/icehouse-my-obsession.html' title='Icehouse - My Obsession'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/foKPR2tmzps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7810149831964898918</id><published>2011-01-29T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:01:36.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icehouse- Crazy</title><content type='html'>Maybe even better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PAPCgMkN_os?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7810149831964898918?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7810149831964898918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7810149831964898918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7810149831964898918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7810149831964898918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/01/icehouse-crazy.html' title='Icehouse- Crazy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PAPCgMkN_os/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8671973210332136107</id><published>2011-01-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:25:41.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icehouse - Electric Blue</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs from my childhood. His mullet is so mullety!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hQpYuC5hayY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Icehouse on itunes! Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8671973210332136107?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8671973210332136107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8671973210332136107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8671973210332136107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8671973210332136107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/01/icehouse.html' title='Icehouse - Electric Blue'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hQpYuC5hayY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2964654969723340532</id><published>2011-01-26T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:42:33.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up Doc?</title><content type='html'>I just want to acknowledge for my own journaling purposes that my doc John G. is one of the greatest guys I've ever met. He just spent an hour with me just to talk and listen and help. And he did. Feel more uplifted than I have in a while. As Obama said last night, "Let's fix what needs fixing and move forward."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2964654969723340532?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2964654969723340532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2964654969723340532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2964654969723340532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2964654969723340532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s Up Doc?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5997743306339465020</id><published>2011-01-23T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:43:18.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair.</title><content type='html'>I have so horribly neglected my blog. I am going to try to get back to it. Unfortunately, the timer just went off on dinner, so I will just quickly upload some pics of my new hairdo. I NEVER dye my hair, but I wanted to mix it up, so I got a trim, along with some full bangs and dyed my hair an auburnish color. The color doesn't quite translate in the photos, but it gives you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVRuS3IBI/AAAAAAAABSk/Cf8PJVWdKes/s1600/165734_1831675518389_1435418016_2089476_6129776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVRuS3IBI/AAAAAAAABSk/Cf8PJVWdKes/s400/165734_1831675518389_1435418016_2089476_6129776_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565557739984723986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when I got home, so the styling looks a bit severe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVRm4-L9I/AAAAAAAABSs/95Mc6kY0-CU/s1600/180770_1830866698169_1435418016_2088120_3619527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVRm4-L9I/AAAAAAAABSs/95Mc6kY0-CU/s400/180770_1830866698169_1435418016_2088120_3619527_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565557737997086674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is weird, but it shows the color a little better. I was at Griffith Park and pointing to a peak I'd like to hike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVR243E2I/AAAAAAAABS0/3hlb7YWkta0/s1600/179330_1831920764520_1435418016_2090186_2796202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVR243E2I/AAAAAAAABS0/3hlb7YWkta0/s400/179330_1831920764520_1435418016_2090186_2796202_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565557742291587938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So the dinner still needs a few more minutes in the oven. So I'll post a few pics from yesterday. I went to Griffith Park and wandered around a bit. There are so many trails I want to explore, but I feel like I need a hiking partner to be safe, I suppose. It's so rad to have that huge park like five minutes from my house. I really need to take more advantage of it. I can't tell you how much I am loving the weather in SoCal right now. It's perfect. High 70's, low 80's, sunny, gorgeousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LA Zoo used to be located in Griffith Park and the old animal cages remain, which are creepy and awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzXfl4kg3I/AAAAAAAABS8/LY-66rSTnwQ/s1600/169001_1831900604016_1435418016_2090122_12966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzXfl4kg3I/AAAAAAAABS8/LY-66rSTnwQ/s400/169001_1831900604016_1435418016_2090122_12966_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565560177268392818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also an old rad carousel. I was hiking along, turned a corner and heard the pipe organ music - sort of surreal. The horses are ancient old looking, but still functioning and the pipe organ is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzX1RoqkBI/AAAAAAAABTE/olaNEwY9z7E/s1600/167527_1831970525764_1435418016_2090281_3508812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzX1RoqkBI/AAAAAAAABTE/olaNEwY9z7E/s400/167527_1831970525764_1435418016_2090281_3508812_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565560549790093330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzY9fYbxpI/AAAAAAAABTM/hTXt3VFxck8/s1600/griffithgreens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzY9fYbxpI/AAAAAAAABTM/hTXt3VFxck8/s400/griffithgreens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565561790430693010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, now it's for real dinner time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5997743306339465020?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5997743306339465020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5997743306339465020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5997743306339465020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5997743306339465020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-hair.html' title='New Hair.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TTzVRuS3IBI/AAAAAAAABSk/Cf8PJVWdKes/s72-c/165734_1831675518389_1435418016_2089476_6129776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3952135957738347489</id><published>2010-12-31T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:16:54.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kU_BBNeumLI?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3952135957738347489?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3952135957738347489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3952135957738347489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3952135957738347489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3952135957738347489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-are-you-doing-new-years-eve.html' title='What Are You Doing New Year&apos;s Eve?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kU_BBNeumLI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1463543386901613645</id><published>2010-12-19T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:39:18.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>The young women in my ward gave us this adorable gingerbread house. I appreciated the Hansel and Gretelness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQ6Xh8QaJ7I/AAAAAAAABSY/QwFWBgrdWGQ/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQ6Xh8QaJ7I/AAAAAAAABSY/QwFWBgrdWGQ/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552541999960827826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1463543386901613645?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1463543386901613645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1463543386901613645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1463543386901613645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1463543386901613645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/12/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQ6Xh8QaJ7I/AAAAAAAABSY/QwFWBgrdWGQ/s72-c/IMG_1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2609312042554456288</id><published>2010-12-08T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:10:07.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>It just doesn't get any better than this. The whole concert is great (no, I didn't get to go in person, but man, I wish I had!), but this song is perfect. Just posting this as I've been listening to the CD lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsK3sOhDMMc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsK3sOhDMMc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2609312042554456288?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2609312042554456288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2609312042554456288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2609312042554456288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2609312042554456288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/12/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html' title='Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1155696169697500454</id><published>2010-12-08T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:05:50.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>This will be the first Christmas I spend in California. Since we'll be around, we got a real tree to enjoy. It's just a lil thing, it's cute. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my ornaments, which must be stored in Utah, boo, but Whit's mom let me use Whit's Grammie's ornaments. They are all white, silver and gold and look really nice with the white lights. I found a pretty topper - it's an old fashioned style cracked glass, pinkish topper. I also added a few birds, because...well, because I like them...and voila - a classy, cute little tree. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVEEGMOUI/AAAAAAAABR4/cw6Ck3BUiZI/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVEEGMOUI/AAAAAAAABR4/cw6Ck3BUiZI/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528269227997506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFx1OD5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/5gMnwaxPYI0/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFx1OD5I/AAAAAAAABSQ/5gMnwaxPYI0/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528298684714898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFsrV3HI/AAAAAAAABSI/Go7FKkApC8c/s1600/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFsrV3HI/AAAAAAAABSI/Go7FKkApC8c/s400/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528297301105778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFW8DfDI/AAAAAAAABSA/jgBPUjAg4UU/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVFW8DfDI/AAAAAAAABSA/jgBPUjAg4UU/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548528291465624626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1155696169697500454?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1155696169697500454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1155696169697500454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1155696169697500454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1155696169697500454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TQBVEEGMOUI/AAAAAAAABR4/cw6Ck3BUiZI/s72-c/IMG_1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1753111697223272405</id><published>2010-12-05T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:09:01.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh in Concert</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to a benefit concert that Band From TV was doing and my dear, lovely, Hugh Laurie was performing. I was a few feet away and got to just watch him play all night. He was funny and cool as ever. It's fun to watch him play music because you can tell he loves it so much, that's he's on cloud 9 when he's at his keyboard. Jesse Spencer who is also on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; was also in the band playing violin - he's really good and seems dope too. After the show I saw Hugh walking out, but he was in quite a hurry, I mean, I'm sure, he knows if he stops a crowd will form. So I just quickly told him thanks, that he was great, and he thanked me. Still crazy to be that close to my #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics and little video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPtWRrftquI/AAAAAAAABRw/fd9DwAkPg0c/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPtWRrftquI/AAAAAAAABRw/fd9DwAkPg0c/s400/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547122227770403554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPtWRSgU5mI/AAAAAAAABRo/DTftzDt2nq0/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPtWRSgU5mI/AAAAAAAABRo/DTftzDt2nq0/s400/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547122221062088290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPtV8kXn5bI/AAAAAAAABRg/5u87kNxN_Co/s1600/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Splendid. Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush are ridiculously wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPUyypqTp3I/AAAAAAAABRI/-NV503DyTNo/s1600/The-Kings-Speech-Poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPUyypqTp3I/AAAAAAAABRI/-NV503DyTNo/s400/The-Kings-Speech-Poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545394361934784370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8009991177196887730?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8009991177196887730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8009991177196887730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8009991177196887730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8009991177196887730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/11/kings-speech.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TPUyypqTp3I/AAAAAAAABRI/-NV503DyTNo/s72-c/The-Kings-Speech-Poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8929553448762813086</id><published>2010-11-20T23:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:41:04.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Fly Away</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest TV shows of all time - certainly in the top of my favorites - was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll Fly Away&lt;/span&gt;. It was perfect. These opening credits almost make me wanna cry. What I wouldn't give for this to be released on DVD. PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wd039vpgDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wd039vpgDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8929553448762813086?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8929553448762813086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8929553448762813086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8929553448762813086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8929553448762813086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-fly-away.html' title='I&apos;ll Fly Away'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3409263897749850659</id><published>2010-11-20T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:37:29.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Raisins</title><content type='html'>I mean, so bizarre, but I loved this as a kid. I had their albums on cassette tape...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it holds up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ld_zlbrz18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ld_zlbrz18?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3409263897749850659?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3409263897749850659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3409263897749850659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3409263897749850659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3409263897749850659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/11/california-raisins.html' title='California Raisins'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7676592457221579418</id><published>2010-11-20T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:42:27.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcracked.</title><content type='html'>I think nothing puts me in the Christmas mood more than the Baryshnikov Nutcracker ballet. I grew up watching this every year and loving it. It's very different from the traditional stage ballet, but it will always be the best since it's ingrained in my mind as THE Nutcracker. I remember dancing around the living room lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree with my Mom's nutcracker in hand. I love me some Tchaikovsky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPydvyD9Bpo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPydvyD9Bpo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7676592457221579418?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7676592457221579418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7676592457221579418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7676592457221579418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7676592457221579418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/11/nutcracked.html' title='Nutcracked.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8836685588483718272</id><published>2010-10-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:52:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more adorableness</title><content type='html'>Nothing will top the cuteness of my last post - but I have some random cute animal pics I thought I'd throw on here - because I am a sucker for cute animal pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHYBvY5II/AAAAAAAABQ4/Nrn65ASWMis/s1600/Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHYBvY5II/AAAAAAAABQ4/Nrn65ASWMis/s400/Cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117301636686978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Bambi &amp; Thumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHX0Wf6GI/AAAAAAAABQw/JnimTfPJVmc/s1600/realthumperandbambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHX0Wf6GI/AAAAAAAABQw/JnimTfPJVmc/s400/realthumperandbambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117298042628194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Simba &amp; Timon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHHfOHDcI/AAAAAAAABQY/d8zvonzGYRI/s1600/lionessmeerkatsnuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHHfOHDcI/AAAAAAAABQY/d8zvonzGYRI/s400/lionessmeerkatsnuggle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117017492393410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHXk_8K3I/AAAAAAAABQo/RtGuoqjXrPc/s1600/otter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHXk_8K3I/AAAAAAAABQo/RtGuoqjXrPc/s400/otter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117293921479538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHIPvD8NI/AAAAAAAABQg/cGPu2RHJIqU/s1600/MacaqueKitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHIPvD8NI/AAAAAAAABQg/cGPu2RHJIqU/s400/MacaqueKitten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117030515503314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHG3jcjvI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GFIl3244HJs/s1600/kittyondogshead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHG3jcjvI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GFIl3244HJs/s400/kittyondogshead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117006844464882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHGikDyVI/AAAAAAAABQI/R6fRzj155oE/s1600/dogleaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHGikDyVI/AAAAAAAABQI/R6fRzj155oE/s400/dogleaping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532117001209891154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and I'll post one more pic of baby Blyth to add to the cuteness (I think she looks like Chelsea here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYJw6MABsI/AAAAAAAABRA/wcaRs_pc3FY/s1600/blythe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYJw6MABsI/AAAAAAAABRA/wcaRs_pc3FY/s400/blythe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532119928129193666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8836685588483718272?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8836685588483718272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8836685588483718272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8836685588483718272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8836685588483718272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-more-adorableness.html' title='Some more adorableness'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMYHYBvY5II/AAAAAAAABQ4/Nrn65ASWMis/s72-c/Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1774948433625156173</id><published>2010-10-24T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:00:55.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blythe Iris Taylor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after quite a long birthing process for poor little Chelsea, our little niece, Blythe, was born. She is absolutely beautiful, a perfect little girl and we love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMSQVsDV6hI/AAAAAAAABQA/A0VN8OpR5OE/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMSQVsDV6hI/AAAAAAAABQA/A0VN8OpR5OE/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531704944594643474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1774948433625156173?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1774948433625156173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1774948433625156173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1774948433625156173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1774948433625156173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/10/blythe-iris-taylor.html' title='Blythe Iris Taylor'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TMSQVsDV6hI/AAAAAAAABQA/A0VN8OpR5OE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7569594678008453544</id><published>2010-09-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:23:44.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little fun today</title><content type='html'>About a week and a half ago I heard that Hugh Laurie was going to be the guest on "Ellen" and I immediately got to trying to get tickets! "Ellen" shoots on the WB lot and we can try to get tickets for one taping a year, but this one was already booked up. Luckily I have awesome co-workers who followed up until a couple of tickets were released and I was in! I found out my little sister-in-law, Brighton, is a huge Ellen fan so she came with me and we had a great time going to the show on Monday. We got to be VIP and because Brighton and I are cute and fun (yeah, I said it) they put us in the best seats in the theatre - right on the front row in front of Ellen and the guest's chairs. We danced and laughed and smiled our big chomper smiles. Ellen had some really funny bits to start out the show, it's cat week, there was an adorable little five year old boy who danced hip-hop and Twitch from SYTYCD surprised him. And then the moment came, back from commercial break and out came Hugh Laurie. I was so freakin excited. I was a few feet away from him. He's tall and absolutely, utterly gorgeous. I mean, I already knew this, but seeing him in person was even more impressive. He was super funny and clever, as always. Wish his interview could have gone on for days. The second guest was Jesse Tyler Ferguson from "Modern Family" - he was very funny. We got the dvd of the first season. The musical guest was funnish - got their cd. The last segment was about Ellen starting a home garden and she had a basket of veggies from her garden and she handed Brighton the largest zuchinni she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TJqMaSkRcGI/AAAAAAAABP4/Cy3A7AkfxpU/s1600/ellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TJqMaSkRcGI/AAAAAAAABP4/Cy3A7AkfxpU/s400/ellen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519878676584427618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(screen capture from the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit, Brighton and I then went to Umami Burger. We're sitting waiting for our table and then Brighton clutches my leg - I glance over and see this actress, recognized her, but didn't really place her. Brighton is really excited, I'm thinking, what is the big deal, it's just some actress, then she squeezes me again and I look and now I see what she was looking at...freaking Sam Rockwell! Then I gasp with excitement as well. We love Sam Rockwell - he is one of the best. I mean did you see "Moon"? It is one of the coolest movies and certainly one of the best performances ever (he got so shafted by the Academy Awards). The actress there is his girlfriend, Leslie Bibb. We don't want to bother him, but decide to write a small note to hand him on our way out, just telling him how amazing he was in "Moon" etc. So on our way out Whit hands it to him and we end up having a little conversation, he shook our hands, Leslie Bibb basically talked about her future bowel movements...weird. Anyway, just a fun little capper to a really fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7569594678008453544?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7569594678008453544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7569594678008453544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7569594678008453544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7569594678008453544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-little-fun-today.html' title='Have a little fun today'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TJqMaSkRcGI/AAAAAAAABP4/Cy3A7AkfxpU/s72-c/ellen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-4315821397803912414</id><published>2010-08-09T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:17:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma &amp; Hugh</title><content type='html'>Emma Thompson just received a star on the walk-of-fame and I wanted to post these two videos of Hugh Laurie and Emma's speeches at this event. I love them both - they are just the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xdwpwmwlA8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xdwpwmwlA8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJKawB7-9Fw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJKawB7-9Fw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-4315821397803912414?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/4315821397803912414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=4315821397803912414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4315821397803912414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4315821397803912414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/08/emma-hugh.html' title='Emma &amp; Hugh'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5919442637297617916</id><published>2010-08-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:41:29.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol' Timers</title><content type='html'>I made reference in my last post to the fact that I love old movies of the '30's &amp; '40's. I am lucky that I grew up in a family that respected and enjoyed these movies because I think I developed good taste in acting and writing in part because of this education. While Whit and I were in Napa, we were thumbing through books about the film stars of this time. One book was about character actors and it was full of amazing, interesting faces. There were so many unique, fun, strange actors - I love it, I wish our movies these days utilized more character actors and less bore core pretty people. Not to say that old movies didn't have their pretty people - their pretty people were outstandingly gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my favorite movies from the '30's &amp; '40's? Well, I'm glad you asked. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Philadelphia Story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bringing Up Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how to pick between Nelson Eddy &amp; Jeanette MacDonald movies, hmm...well, &lt;em&gt;Naughty Marietta&lt;/em&gt; started it all for me, so that. But I also love &lt;em&gt;Rose Marie &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Maytime&lt;/em&gt; (sobbed like a baby in &lt;em&gt;Maytime&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then how to pick between Fred Astaire &amp; Ginger Rogers movies. Yikes. Really can't, so: &lt;em&gt;Gay Divorcee&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Top Hat&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Swing Time&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Shall We Dance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, I just realized I can't do this - I have a billion titles coming into my head. Can't. I'll stop there and let my last selection spring board me into the next paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my crushes on many of the old timey stars over the years (Nelson Eddy, Cary Grant, Clark Gable, William Holden, Gary Cooper...), but my number one now is Lew Ayres. He never got as big as those other dudes, but I like getting to know some somewhat more obscure actors from the time. I first saw him some years ago in &lt;em&gt;Holiday&lt;/em&gt; (and watched it again last weekend) and his performance in that movie has remained with me. He plays Kathryn Hepburns' drunk brother - and is absolutely heartbreaking(FYI - Kathryn Hepburn is probably my favorite lady star - so strong and heartfelt and interesting). I've been watching more of his performances lately (whichever I can find - it's hard) and loving him more and more. He is super relaxed in front of the camera, has an interesting energy, always seems to have a bit of a joke behind his eyes and, of course, he's super adorable and charming. Here are a couple pictures of Lew, for my own enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFsm6VtZQEI/AAAAAAAABPg/J2uUbybXsEo/s1600/lew5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFsm6VtZQEI/AAAAAAAABPg/J2uUbybXsEo/s400/lew5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502034153465004098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFsm6GGJp8I/AAAAAAAABPY/uBVCUyITQVA/s1600/lew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFsm6GGJp8I/AAAAAAAABPY/uBVCUyITQVA/s400/lew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502034149273872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5919442637297617916?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5919442637297617916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5919442637297617916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5919442637297617916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5919442637297617916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/08/ol-timers.html' title='Ol&apos; Timers'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFsm6VtZQEI/AAAAAAAABPg/J2uUbybXsEo/s72-c/lew5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3062666374574079049</id><published>2010-08-03T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:17:58.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFiegsGr-xI/AAAAAAAABPQ/szBM5mSGnD0/s1600/napa-valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFiegsGr-xI/AAAAAAAABPQ/szBM5mSGnD0/s400/napa-valley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501321229265271570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to wait to have pictures to post with this, but I'll just have to post them later, as I get them. Last week Whit and I headed up to Napa and San Francisco. Friday afternoon we drove up to Napa and were welcomed by my Aunt and Grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their house, it's just so familiar and fun as my family went there almost every Summer growing up. My Aunt is a doll collector (among other collections) and I always like sitting in her doll room and just taking it all in. She is also probably why I love old movies, she educated me growing up, always having a ton of great movies to show us. I love looking through her books about the old movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a peaceful neighborhood and we went for a walk that night, breathing the fresh air, looking at my favorite little spot above a small stream, seeing a small deer resting in the hills - welcome back to Napa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was so much fun. We met up with a couple of our friends (friends of Whit's he's know almost his whole life) who live in San Francisco. They brought us to a little breakfast spot, which is really just a window down an alley. I had grits with bacon and brown sugar and Whit had chicken and waffle. Yummy. They drove us all over the city - to a lot of places I'd never been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidn-dD8cI/AAAAAAAABPI/wv7k7R5KR4w/s1600/sanfranduckface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidn-dD8cI/AAAAAAAABPI/wv7k7R5KR4w/s400/sanfranduckface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501320254938411458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I felt like I got a good, new sense of the city. I love love San Francisco - always have. I love the bridges, I love the fog, I love the insanely steep streets, I love the history. I won't bore with all the details, but it was a really fun day. They then brought us to a German restaurant for dinner. It was really cute of them to think of activities and places catered to Whit &amp; I - obviously a German dinner for a German girl. The restaurant is called Suppenküche and it is so popular that a line forms before the doors even open at five. I had Sauerbraten mit Lingonbeerkonfitüre,&lt;br /&gt;serviert mit Rotkohl und Spätzle or Marinated and Braised Beef with Lingonberries&lt;br /&gt;served with Red Cabbage &amp; Spätzle and Whit had Gegrillte Nürnberger Bratwurst&lt;br /&gt;mit Sauerkraut und Kartoffelbrei or Grilled Pork Sausage with Sauerkraut &amp; Mashed Potatoes. It was legit, awesome German food. We then shared a piece of Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte or Black Forest Cake, and when I say shared, I mean I ate 80% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we hung out with the Aunt and Grandma. They drove us around Napa a bit, we watched a movie, played a game and just chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we all went to the Jelly Belly Factory - one of our regular stops. Jelly Belly's are Whit's favorite - so he made his mix du jour and loved it. One of the new Berty Botts flavors was Dogfood and while it just tastes meaty, the smell lingers, I'll tell you. Whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit and I then drove up through St. Helena and Calistoga. Always a great drive to just enjoy the view. We had lunch at the Culinary Institute of America. I've always wanted to go there. The school is housed in what was the Christian Bros. winery - a huge, gorgeous building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidnC43xaI/AAAAAAAABO4/EFaRHTzYlsk/s1600/cia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidnC43xaI/AAAAAAAABO4/EFaRHTzYlsk/s400/cia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501320238948926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of going to culinary school there, well that didn't happen, but I wanted to at least enjoy a meal there. The food was fantastic. The best was the little taster appetizer, where you get surprised with five or so little appetizers. We had a killer gazpacho, mini BLTs, a little Halibut thing on a plantain, beef satay and little meat pocket things, I can't quite explain - all of it was quite tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidnvwaMHI/AAAAAAAABPA/McxCyfXWhLc/s1600/ciaappetizers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFidnvwaMHI/AAAAAAAABPA/McxCyfXWhLc/s400/ciaappetizers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501320250993029234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating I went into their campus store, which is just full of every kitchen gadget you could ever want. It was so rad. I love kitchen stuff, and this was the ultimate store. I just walked away with an apron and a ship shapped cake pan. It's really cute and will come in handy for many a birthday to come, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mostly talked about food in the post, but I guess it was a good food trip. It was great to be up in Northern California again. I feel comfortable and refreshed when I go up there. We want to try to go more often as it is only like six hours away by car. It was nice to see my family again. They really are my only extended family I saw with any regularity growing up - my only grandparent I ever knew - so they are important to me. My grandma is 93, I think, and she is still in crazy amazing shape - still sharp as a tack and sassy as ever. My Aunt is one of the most considerate people I've ever known and always a kick to be around. I'm happy they'll be going to Salt Lake City for Thanksgiving and so will Whit and I - so the whole family will be together again. It will be madness, but welcome madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3062666374574079049?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3062666374574079049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3062666374574079049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3062666374574079049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3062666374574079049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/08/northern-country.html' title='Northern Country'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TFiegsGr-xI/AAAAAAAABPQ/szBM5mSGnD0/s72-c/napa-valley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-1612413366281483573</id><published>2010-07-15T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:13:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>(I forgot to post this when I wrote it a couple weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Whit and I got to go to a table read of "The Simpsons"! Whit has a friend that works for the show and he set it up. It was so much fun to see these various characters' voices come from the actors. It was very funny and felt super special to experience it - I mean, come on, this show is part of television history! Dan Castelleneta doing Homer was delightful - after all these years he still gives unexpected, fantastic line readings. Hank Azaria, who apparently is usually not there (just calls in) was there and hearing him do a short exchange between Cheif Wiggum and Lou was great. Hearing these boys' voices coming from well, obviously, Nancy Cartwright doing Bart, but also characters like Millhouse and Jimbo coming from Pamela Hayden was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reading we got to meet everyone and get our scripts signed. Matt Groening drew Homer mine and Bart on Whit's - crazy! It was super great for a die-hard Simpsons fan like me to experience that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-1612413366281483573?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/1612413366281483573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=1612413366281483573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1612413366281483573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/1612413366281483573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/07/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5076199031347799796</id><published>2010-07-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:25:22.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin' in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Had a fun 4th of July weekend with Whitby.  Friday we went to the Mates of States concert. I will admit I was not a huge fan of theirs in the past, but I am converted. They were super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE2R6p0QqwM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EE2R6p0QqwM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was a band from Philadelphia called &lt;a href="http://whithertford.tumblr.com/post/772340511"&gt;Free Energy&lt;/a&gt; - a very '70's influenced group and I loved them! Good night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the 4th with Whit's family. We had a yummy turkey burger meal and watched fireworks on Redondo beach. It was cool to hear the ocean and the fireworks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we used our barbecue for the first time. We grilled up baby back ribs with a homemade rub and barbecue sauce, corn with a lime/parmesan butter, coleslaw, baked beans, watermelon and grilled peaches with a sweet sour cream topping. It was really fun to christen our barbecue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDwMjUrfI/AAAAAAAABOg/-KUYObapcc4/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDwMjUrfI/AAAAAAAABOg/-KUYObapcc4/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595759744396786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDwmhdyKI/AAAAAAAABOo/hECQW7tj6mY/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDwmhdyKI/AAAAAAAABOo/hECQW7tj6mY/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595766715926690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDxG-XTZI/AAAAAAAABOw/VpCHyEWgCb0/s1600/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDxG-XTZI/AAAAAAAABOw/VpCHyEWgCb0/s400/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595775427071378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the heck of it a picture of a pie I made a couple of weeks ago for a pie party - it's apricot/cranberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDvlHRJRI/AAAAAAAABOY/SlLvqvMjMqY/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDvlHRJRI/AAAAAAAABOY/SlLvqvMjMqY/s400/IMG_0834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595749157741842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5076199031347799796?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5076199031347799796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5076199031347799796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5076199031347799796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5076199031347799796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/07/cookin-in-kitchen.html' title='Cookin&apos; in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TDKDwMjUrfI/AAAAAAAABOg/-KUYObapcc4/s72-c/IMG_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-979648457041457866</id><published>2010-06-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:25:24.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TB73esVkqjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/S-_glWS1Aiw/s1600/pop%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TB73esVkqjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/S-_glWS1Aiw/s400/pop%26me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485093502853622322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to my dad. He is one strong, resilient guy. He had to live in a household full of women with my mom and sisters, living far away from his family and homeland. Novels could be written, and have been written, to tell of all the craziness my dad has experienced, yet his faith, strength and sense-of-humor flourish. I know he has had a lot of pain. He is a sensitive man. He is an artist. He is unique. I am very lucky to have had him in my life. He was 50 when I was born, yet his vim and vigor is more than most guys half his age. Oh, boy, as I'm writing this Whit is throwing out a string of cheesy jokes and I realize this is something he shares with my dad. Growing up with my dad we all had plenty of moments of rolling our eyes at his jokes and puns - lots of hiding our heads in embarrassment. Now, of course, this is one of my favorite things about him and I find I love making cheesy jokes and puns too. I mean, let's be serious, look at the title of my blog - the puns still amuses me. I appreciate his example. Things sometimes felt rocky as a kid, but when I look back I realize I am really lucky to have had a strange, bizarre, German, upbringing. I wouldn't trade it for a second. I remember he played lots of games with us. I remember he would play Candyland with me while he watched the evening news. I remember he would pretend to be some sort of Frankenstein monster in the dark and chase us around. I remember him rocking me back and forth like I was on a ship. I remember him hiding objects around the house for us to find. I remember playing bocce ball. I loved our road trips. I loved enjoying nature with him. I love his deep love and respect of animals. I am grateful for my Pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-979648457041457866?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/979648457041457866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=979648457041457866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/979648457041457866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/979648457041457866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/06/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TB73esVkqjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/S-_glWS1Aiw/s72-c/pop%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-4675663994876844677</id><published>2010-06-11T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:14:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 51st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TBKZBhMTeuI/AAAAAAAABOI/4kKIe9vyK2k/s1600/hughglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TBKZBhMTeuI/AAAAAAAABOI/4kKIe9vyK2k/s400/hughglasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481611947832212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-4675663994876844677?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/4675663994876844677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=4675663994876844677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4675663994876844677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/4675663994876844677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-51st.html' title='Happy 51st.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/TBKZBhMTeuI/AAAAAAAABOI/4kKIe9vyK2k/s72-c/hughglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8314832182560454715</id><published>2010-05-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:14:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Fry</title><content type='html'>I adore Stephen Fry. I want to be his friend. This is Stephen receiving an award for his achievements in television, it's long, but I wanted to post it, so I could have it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QJ5deb3RP3Q/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJ5deb3RP3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJ5deb3RP3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8314832182560454715?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8314832182560454715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8314832182560454715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8314832182560454715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8314832182560454715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/05/stephen-fry.html' title='Stephen Fry'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5681922033392428822</id><published>2010-05-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:28:41.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLC Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late on this, but a couple of weeks ago I went up to Utah for two days. A little wham, bam, thank you, fam? Sure, why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up Saturday morning. I had breakfast with the folks, saw the ol' homestead and then headed down to Sandy to hang out with my sister, bro in law and nephew. It's always so much fun hanging out with the Nighs. We picked up Cafe Rio (yum to the sweet pork salad), played dominoes, chatted, tv'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was really the main object of the trip. My dear friend from high school, Liz, got sealed in the Salt Lake City temple. I felt very honored to be invited and to witness something so special. I've known Liz since 7th grade, but we didn't really become close until 9th grade. We went through the highs and lows of high school together and somehow came out on the other side. We don't see each other very often these days, but our concern and regard for one another still remains. That Saturday night after most of the guests had left her home and we were in the kitchen with her husband, mom and sister, was really special. We were able to just chat like old times, except not like old times. Sometimes when you have friends from the past, conversations can just turn to "remember when...", but this night felt like we were friends now, as two adults. It was comfortable and we remain the same as we were in high school in many ways (me being boy crazy, her giving me a hard time about it), but we were also able to share in very adult trials and triumphs. I love Liz's family. Her mom is just great, so loving and cool and I loved hanging out with her again as well. Liz looked beautiful, her home is fantastic, her community there seems great. I'm so happy her life is going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I slept over at the Nighs. In the morning Jerad cooked up a fantastic breakfast and Jerad, Alex and I created our hot chick band called "Harlot" on rock band. Then my parents and Elizabeth came over for lunch. I was very happy to see Elizabeth and spend time with her after her recent health problems. We actually had a really fun afternoon. Miracle of miracles, my parents played Wii! It was so funny to see them get their competitive natures out on wii bowling. They did really well. Here are a couple short videos of them at work (just to prove they really played video games):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f3e16bc83a859e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f3e16bc83a859e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48199CB4A5D67BB1842C793B33118E2DA16874C6.5F8F15F3E2606ABB6E4C5362656648747BFD5ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f3e16bc83a859e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D51rMvqeI8gRB3lnXCbuangBB-mE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f3e16bc83a859e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48199CB4A5D67BB1842C793B33118E2DA16874C6.5F8F15F3E2606ABB6E4C5362656648747BFD5ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f3e16bc83a859e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D51rMvqeI8gRB3lnXCbuangBB-mE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ae83e4d19d7e9be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ae83e4d19d7e9be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2074F0B4951FBE0C4A50DCB9022BAD46731EFF84.7FCC836C2E727DAE4C835EAFEC2511B0D562F5EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ae83e4d19d7e9be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEi-3dpm5q-NszHp42KJ8YR31nMw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ae83e4d19d7e9be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2074F0B4951FBE0C4A50DCB9022BAD46731EFF84.7FCC836C2E727DAE4C835EAFEC2511B0D562F5EB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ae83e4d19d7e9be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEi-3dpm5q-NszHp42KJ8YR31nMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I flew out Sunday night. So, it was a super short trip, but really worth it. I wish I could have seen more of my Utah friends, but for two days, it was pretty full and fun. The mountains looked beautiful. I drove up to the UofU to see my old theatre building, PAB - it was the same, dirty building I know and love. I actually got a little emotional walking through one of the studios and remembering the hard work I put in on those wood floors - all the scene work and baring of my soul that went on in that dirty old room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Memorial day weekend. I got out of work at 1:00 today. Tomorrow we barbecue with friends. Then just taking it sleazy the rest of the weekend. As the Summer months start I hope to catch up at work (as it will HOPEFULLY slow down at some point), I hope to be super healthy - I've started working out again and it's really nice. I've been working on building up my running skills. I've always hated running, but I want to love it, and I have been doing better and better and enjoying it more the last couple of weeks. I want to try to stay committed to getting in shape over the next few months. The weather is so beautiful now that there is just no excuse. And I'd like to try, as always, to get my creative juices flowing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my life right now. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5681922033392428822?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5681922033392428822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5681922033392428822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5681922033392428822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5681922033392428822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/05/slc-weekend.html' title='SLC Weekend'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7180795808099324994</id><published>2010-05-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:04:10.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I remember my mom always crying at this scene. It is ridiculously sad and will forever make me weep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Fmmqarh2Lv8/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fmmqarh2Lv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fmmqarh2Lv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more things that make me think of my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much music makes me think of her, but one of the biggies was Roy Orbison. My mom will get a song in her head and sing the same line over and over again as she moves through the house or makes dinner. Of course, I now do this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbxsmcT7GOk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbxsmcT7GOk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about my mom is her crazy hysterical laugh. I remember it most when we would sit together and watch movies; movies like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World&lt;/span&gt; or T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he Blues Brothers&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nuns on the Run&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Producers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cz6sBG0TQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cz6sBG0TQ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I think of the Swiss yodeling records my mom would play, usually on holidays or when we were going to have people over to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0r2GWi56E4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0r2GWi56E4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always put up with a lot of crap from us kids - we loved to tease her - like when on road trips, always handing her our trash and calling her "trash lady" or going on the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland and after my sister and I claimed Indiana and Marion  for ourselves telling her she had to be Sallah - she still gets upset when we call her Sallah and of course, it still amuses us to do so. We still might pick on her, but I want to think it's only because we do feel so safe with her and we know she has a sense of humor and that our little mommy will still love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has sacrificed a lot for us kids, for me, and I appreciate all she's done. I loved my childhood. A lot of my posts on this blog, actually, are me walking down memory lane and that is because I loved my childhood. My mom made me feel safe, loved, respected, listened to and happy. I love you, Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-7180795808099324994?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/7180795808099324994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=7180795808099324994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7180795808099324994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/7180795808099324994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-3052469332429920360</id><published>2010-04-26T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:44:15.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On, Doc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S9YzT68otBI/AAAAAAAABOA/RTedY7sUDDk/s1600/wilcox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S9YzT68otBI/AAAAAAAABOA/RTedY7sUDDk/s400/wilcox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464611615194788882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-3052469332429920360?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/3052469332429920360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=3052469332429920360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3052469332429920360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/3052469332429920360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/04/bring-it-on-doc.html' title='Bring It On, Doc.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S9YzT68otBI/AAAAAAAABOA/RTedY7sUDDk/s72-c/wilcox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-303330806792697966</id><published>2010-04-07T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:26:20.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Wrecks</title><content type='html'>Oh, man, this site is a distraction. I don't know why, but these &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt; really tickle me. I'll post a few below - the ones that really get me are the literal mistakes and horrible spelling mistakes. There are also some really cool cakes on the site as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eEF1gL4I/AAAAAAAABMw/3Y84E1hBW5k/s1600/adamwblueflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eEF1gL4I/AAAAAAAABMw/3Y84E1hBW5k/s400/adamwblueflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551379077803906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Adamwithblueflowers. Grade school musta been murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70e4DyOYzI/AAAAAAAABN4/WCDH-1GpRSo/s1600/john_w_ow_football_superbowl_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70e4DyOYzI/AAAAAAAABN4/WCDH-1GpRSo/s400/john_w_ow_football_superbowl_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552271880381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70e3qQJC5I/AAAAAAAABNw/xuuRG0cLvNw/s1600/pam_s_ow_misunderstanding_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70e3qQJC5I/AAAAAAAABNw/xuuRG0cLvNw/s400/pam_s_ow_misunderstanding_2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552265026538386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70etzfUH9I/AAAAAAAABNo/uC8OXfa1SuY/s1600/megan_n_lw_dog_bone_dong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70etzfUH9I/AAAAAAAABNo/uC8OXfa1SuY/s400/megan_n_lw_dog_bone_dong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552095707406290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70etTpSJaI/AAAAAAAABNg/yLaaznnxXEo/s1600/Vanessa_Branch__lw___spelling_spacing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70etTpSJaI/AAAAAAAABNg/yLaaznnxXEo/s400/Vanessa_Branch__lw___spelling_spacing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552087159285154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be $44.99, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70es2jmcDI/AAAAAAAABNY/Hx2VycSflqA/s1600/valentown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70es2jmcDI/AAAAAAAABNY/Hx2VycSflqA/s400/valentown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552079350820914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70esjQ9XDI/AAAAAAAABNQ/UK06ZgVeJf8/s1600/nutsallergycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70esjQ9XDI/AAAAAAAABNQ/UK06ZgVeJf8/s400/nutsallergycake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457552074172357682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eFgEtyWI/AAAAAAAABNI/FmSvPiNNdCs/s1600/cakewrecks-4-darthvader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eFgEtyWI/AAAAAAAABNI/FmSvPiNNdCs/s400/cakewrecks-4-darthvader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551403300800866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eE1tZclI/AAAAAAAABNA/gE_jfV05TRQ/s1600/Amy_M_teatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eE1tZclI/AAAAAAAABNA/gE_jfV05TRQ/s400/Amy_M_teatcher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551391928709714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there wasn't room to add "In Math."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eEp080hI/AAAAAAAABM4/96FgUK99gB0/s1600/bringitinamcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eEp080hI/AAAAAAAABM4/96FgUK99gB0/s400/bringitinamcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457551388739162642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-303330806792697966?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/303330806792697966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=303330806792697966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/303330806792697966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/303330806792697966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/04/cake-wrecks.html' title='Cake Wrecks'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S70eEF1gL4I/AAAAAAAABMw/3Y84E1hBW5k/s72-c/adamwblueflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-5947122448560772231</id><published>2010-03-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:04:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>Laser Target Alarm Clock&lt;br /&gt;Your aim better be good when you wake up to this alarm clock. This clock can be set that when the alarm rings, you do not only have to shoot the target but repeat so an additional four times in order to make it stop. If you are waking up with a hangover, you will probably want to shoot yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S7JLN_cK-XI/AAAAAAAABMo/KjxofglrzA8/s1600/alarm-clock-laster-target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S7JLN_cK-XI/AAAAAAAABMo/KjxofglrzA8/s400/alarm-clock-laster-target.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454504802439068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-5947122448560772231?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/5947122448560772231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=5947122448560772231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5947122448560772231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/5947122448560772231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S7JLN_cK-XI/AAAAAAAABMo/KjxofglrzA8/s72-c/alarm-clock-laster-target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2607483791140297307</id><published>2010-03-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:32:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Loggia</title><content type='html'>My sister Elizabeth and I used to laugh so much at this commercial. It's so strange. Why would this kid care about Robert Loggia? (I guess that is the joke they were going for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZIzRqDOSZo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZIzRqDOSZo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2607483791140297307?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2607483791140297307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2607483791140297307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2607483791140297307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2607483791140297307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/03/robert-loggia.html' title='Robert Loggia'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-9048516273282227584</id><published>2010-03-11T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:01:19.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighten your day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oavMtUWDBTM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oavMtUWDBTM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-9048516273282227584?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/9048516273282227584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=9048516273282227584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/9048516273282227584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/9048516273282227584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/03/brighten-your-day.html' title='Brighten your day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-8739158462278279122</id><published>2010-03-07T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:14:23.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars 2010</title><content type='html'>Last night we hosted the Academy Awards party at our house. I'm happy to say that Whit kept the winning ballot in the Hertford household this year. I very much enjoyed Steve Martin &amp; Alec Baldwin's opening monologue (could have done without Doogie's musical number - sort of random). I'm glad Avatar did not win. I'm sad Inglourious didn't win screenplay. Despite seeing the nominated animated and live-action shorts, I got those picks wrong. I like that Jeff Bridges really is the Dude. James Taylor was lovely to hear. The dancing for best score was cool (some really good scores nominated). We had food items to represent the 10 best picture nominees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up in the Air: Nuts (airplane nuts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SsjFxAidI/AAAAAAAABMA/eU52ChxM-ps/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SsjFxAidI/AAAAAAAABMA/eU52ChxM-ps/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446167568240904658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avatar: BLUE Cheese Bites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StODI7O4I/AAAAAAAABMY/26RHeBSX_Ss/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StODI7O4I/AAAAAAAABMY/26RHeBSX_Ss/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168306270288770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Education: "Martini's"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StNfWojiI/AAAAAAAABMQ/aImcnIyT1wY/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StNfWojiI/AAAAAAAABMQ/aImcnIyT1wY/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168296664108578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inglourious Basterds &amp; A Serious Man: Latkes (w/Apple Sauce &amp; Yogurt)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StM3f35tI/AAAAAAAABMI/DRsYCNHzr-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5StM3f35tI/AAAAAAAABMI/DRsYCNHzr-Q/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168285965444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hurt Locker: Hummus &amp; Veggies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5Stcip8u4I/AAAAAAAABMg/EIZod26fsDU/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5Stcip8u4I/AAAAAAAABMg/EIZod26fsDU/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168555248466818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;District 9: Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SsibTJXFI/AAAAAAAABL4/DlqsYzPYOc8/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SsibTJXFI/AAAAAAAABL4/DlqsYzPYOc8/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446167556841364562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precious/The Blind Side: Chili Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SiCM_iEBI/AAAAAAAABLo/5XR8D35so-E/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SiCM_iEBI/AAAAAAAABLo/5XR8D35so-E/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446156008128909330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up in the Air: Balloon Cupcakes/"Upcakes"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SshshkGJI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZoAHUXOhUNU/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SshshkGJI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZoAHUXOhUNU/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446167544285370514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-8739158462278279122?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/8739158462278279122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=8739158462278279122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8739158462278279122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/8739158462278279122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscars-2010.html' title='Oscars 2010'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S5SsjFxAidI/AAAAAAAABMA/eU52ChxM-ps/s72-c/IMG_0733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-2927115204584052612</id><published>2010-03-01T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:24:05.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopin</title><content type='html'>I am very grateful my Mom saved up her money to buy us a piano and piano lessons. She always wished she had learned piano, so she worked hard to provide it for my sisters and I. I am also grateful I had two fantastic piano teachers. The first was Joanna - pretty, sweet, warm and gave me a good foundation and the second was Angela, who taught me to really "milk" a piece. She would be a good friend to me through junior high and high school, but then somehow disappeared from my life and I miss her and her husband Darin - where are you now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really achieved great technical abilities. I wish I had been more disciplined, but I do think I can emotionally connect with the music I'm playing. As Oscar Wilde said in &lt;em&gt;The Importance of Being Ernest&lt;/em&gt;, "I don't play accurately - any one can play accurately - but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for life." This is, of course, a comedic statement, but I can actually relate. I used to love playing at night with just the piano light on and being completely immersed in the music. The silence and stillness of just breathing the music and stroking the keys. It calms me now, just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123924904&amp;sc=fb&amp;cc=fp"&gt;Chopin's bicentennial&lt;/a&gt; and I want to declare my love for Chopin. He wrote for the piano like no one else. His music is so beautiful, melancholy, emotional, romantic. I still have goals to learn some of his pieces better. I still get ambitious and start working on runs, trying to be focused, but, eventually, I skip the hard parts and get to the melodious sections I can play. I still appreciate and love sitting down, preferably at night or on a rainy day, and playing Chopin. It calms my soul and takes me away to the romantic imaginings in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Chopin pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR7eUSFsn28&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RR7eUSFsn28&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the Chopin theme. Have you ever seen the movie &lt;em&gt;Impromptu&lt;/em&gt;? It's about Chopin and his love with George Sand. I love it! It made me love Chopin that much more. Hugh Grant plays Chopin and he's great - it's very different from anything I've seen Hugh Grant do before or since. George Sand is played by Judy Davis and I love love love this performance - she is raw and passionate and just interesting to watch. Besides these two, Mandy Patinkin, Julian Sands, Bernadette Peters and Emma Thompson are also in this movie. And, obviously, the music is splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S4xZ_YO1lTI/AAAAAAAABLg/L_sfNluaI8I/s1600-h/impromptu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S4xZ_YO1lTI/AAAAAAAABLg/L_sfNluaI8I/s400/impromptu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443824994955400498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885865194142232253-2927115204584052612?l=heidiroslein.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/feeds/2927115204584052612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1885865194142232253&amp;postID=2927115204584052612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2927115204584052612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1885865194142232253/posts/default/2927115204584052612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiroslein.blogspot.com/2010/03/chopin.html' title='Chopin'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437342561812059592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgZuIOIc2fs/TcF--vmLQnI/AAAAAAAABV0/tWSLLhMClpg/s220/heidicubicleyellow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4AXaXIVpIc4/S4xZ_YO1lTI/AAAAAAAABLg/L_sfNluaI8I/s72-c/impromptu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885865194142232253.post-7761195075677701361</id><published>2010-02-27T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:18:32.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Rogers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Long, but really nice article about Fred Rogers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By TOM JUNOD Nov 1, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, a little boy loved a stuffed animal whose name was Old Rabbit. It was so old, in fact, that it was really an unstuffed animal; so old that even back then, with the little boy's brain still nice and fresh, he had no memory of it as "Young Rabbit," or even "Rabbit"; so old that Old Rabbit was barely' a rabbit at all but rather a greasy hunk of skin without eyes and ears, with a single red stitch where its tongue used to be. The little boy didn't know why he loved Old Rabbit he just did, and the night he threw it out the car window was the night he learned how to pray. He would grow up to become a great prayer, this little boy, but only intermittently, only fitfully, praying only when fear and desperation drove him to it, and the night he threw Old Rabbit into the darkness was the night that set the pattern, the night that taught him how. He prayed for Old Rabbit's safe return, and when, hours later, his mother and father came home with the filthy, precious strip of rabbity roadkill, he learned not only that prayers are sometimes answered but also the kind of severe effort they entail, the kind of endless frantic summoning. And so when he threw Old Rabbit out the car window the next time, it was gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE A CHILD ONCE, TOO. That's what Mister Rogers said, that's what he wrote down, once upon a time, for the doctors. The doctors were ophthalmologists. An ophthalmologist is a doctor who takes care of the eyes. Sometimes, ophthalmologists have to take care of the eyes of children, and some children get very scared, because children know that their world disappears when their eyes close, and they can be afraid that the ophthalmologists will make their eyes close forever. The ophthalmologists did not want to scare children, so they asked Mister Rogers for help, and Mister Rogers agreed to write a chapter for a book the ophthalmologists were putting together--a chapter about what other ophthalmologists could do to calm the children who came to their offices. Because Mister Rogers is such a busy man, however, he could not write the chapter himself, and he asked a woman who worked for him to write it instead. She worked very hard at writing the chapter, until one day she showed what she had written to Mister Rogers, who read it and crossed it all out and wrote a sentence addressed directly to the doctors who would be reading it: "You were a child once, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the chapter began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD NAVY-BLUE SPORT JACKET comes off first, then the dress shoes, except that now there is not the famous sweater or the famous sneakers to replace them, and so after the shoes he's on to the dark socks, peeling them off and showing the blanched skin of his narrow feet. The tie is next, the scanty black batwing of a bow tie hand-tied at his slender throat, and then the shirt, always white or light blue, whisked from his body button by button. He wears an undershirt, of course, but no matter--soon that's gone, too, as is the belt, as are the beige trousers, until his undershorts stand as the last impediment to his nakedness. They are boxers, egg-colored, and to rid himself of them he bends at the waist, and stands on one leg, and hops, and lifts one knee toward his chest and then the other and then... Mister Rogers has no clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every morning of his life, Mister Rogers has gone swimming, and now, here he is, standing in a locker room, seventy years old and as white as the Easter Bunny, rimed with frost wherever he has hair, gnawed pink in the spots where his dry skin has gone to flaking, slightly wattled at the neck, slightly stooped at the shoulder, slightly sunken in the chest, slightly curvy at the hips, slightly pigeoned at the toes, slightly as wing at the fine bobbing nest of himself... and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults, and what he says, in the midst of all his bobbing-nudity, is as understated as it is obvious: "Well, Tom, I guess you've already gotten a deeper glimpse into my daily routine than most people have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, a tong time ago, a man took off his jacket and put on a sweater. Then he took off his shoes and put on a pair of sneakers. His name was Fred Rogers. He was starting a television program, aimed at children, called Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. He had been on television before, but only as the voices and movements of puppets, on a program called The Children's Corner. Now he was stepping in front of the camera as Mister Rogers, and he wanted to do things right, and whatever he did right, he wanted to repeat. And so, once upon a time, Fred Rogers took off his jacket and put on a sweater his mother had made him, a cardigan with a zipper. Then he took off his shoes and put on a pair of navy-blue canvas boating sneakers. He did the same thing the next day, and then the next... until he had done the same things, those things, 865 times, at the beginning of 865 television programs, over a span of thirty-one years. The first time I met Mister Rogers, he told me a story of how deeply his simple gestures had been felt, and received. He had just come back from visiting Koko, the gorilla who has learned--or who has been taught--American Sign Language. Koko watches television. Koko watches Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, and when Mister Rogers, in his sweater and sneakers, entered the place where she lives, Koko immediately folded him in her long, black arms, as though he were a child, and then... "She took my shoes off, Tom," Mister Rogers said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko was much bigger than Mister Rogers. She weighed 280 pounds, and Mister Rogers weighed 143. Koko weighed 280 pounds because she is a gorilla, and Mister Rogers weighed 143 pounds because he has weighed 143 pounds as long as he has been Mister Rogers, because once upon a time, around thirty-one years ago, Mister Rogers stepped on a scale, and the scale told him that Mister Rogers weighs 143 pounds. No, not that he weighed 143 pounds, but that he weighs 143 pounds.... And so, every day, Mister Rogers refuses to do anything that would make his weight change--he neither drinks, nor smokes, nor eats flesh of any kind, nor goes to bed late at night, nor sleeps late in the morning, nor even watches television--and every morning, when he swims, he steps on a scale in his bathing suit and his bathing cap and his goggles, and the scale tells him he weighs 143 pounds. This has happened so many times that Mister Rogers has come to see that number as a gift, as a destiny fulfilled, because, as he says, "the number 143 means `I love you.' It takes one letter to say 'I' and four letters to say `love' and three letters to say `you.' One hundred and forty-three. `I love you.' Isn't that wonderful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST TIME I CALLED MISTER ROGERS on the telephone, I woke him up from his nap. He takes a nap every day in the late afternoon--just as he wakes up every morning at five-thirty to read and study and write and pray for the legions who have requested his prayers; just as he goes to bed at nine-thirty at night and sleeps eight hours without interruption. On this afternoon, the end of a hot, yellow day in New York City, he was very tired, and when I asked if I could go to his apartment and see him, he paused for a moment and said shyly, "Well, Tom, I'm in my bathrobe, if you don't mind." I told him I didn't mind, and when, five minutes later, I took the elevator to his floor, well, sure enough, there was Mister Rogers, silver-haired, standing in the golden door at the end of the hallway and wearing eyeglasses and suede moccasins with rawhide laces and a flimsy old blue-and-yellow bathrobe that revealed whatever part of his skinny white calves his dark-blue dress socks didn't hide. "Welcome, Tom," he said with a slight bow, and bade me follow him inside, where he lay down--no, stretched out, as though he had known me all his life--on a couch upholstered with gold velveteen; He rested his head on a small pillow and kept his eyes closed while he explained that he had bought the apartment thirty years before for $11,000 and kept it for whenever he came to New York on business for the Neighborhood. I sat in an old armchair and looked around. The place was drab and dim, with the smell of stalled air and a stain of daguerreotype sunlight on its closed, slatted blinds, and Mister Rogers looked so at home in its gloomy familiarity that I thought he was going to fall back asleep when suddenly the phone rang, startling him. "Oh, hello, my dear," he said when he picked it up, and then he said that he had a visitor, someone who wanted to learn more about the Neighborhood. "Would you like to speak to him?" he asked, and then handed me the phone: "It's Joanne," he said. I took the phone and spoke to a woman--his wife, the mother of his two sons--whose voice was hearty and almost whooping in its forthrightness and who spoke to me as though she had known me for a long time and was making the effort to keep up the acquaintance. When I handed him back the phone, he said, "Bye, my dear," and hung up and curled on the couch like a cat, with his bare calves swirled underneath him and one of his hands gripping his ankle, so that he looked as languorous as an odalisque. There was an energy to him, however, a fearlessness, an unashamed insistence on intimacy; and though I tried to ask him questions about himself, he always turned the questions back on me, and when I finally got him to talk about the puppets that were the comfort of his lonely boyhood, he looked at me, his gray-blue eyes at once mild and steady; and asked, "What about you, Tom? Did you have any special friends growing up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Special friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he said. "Maybe a puppet, or a special toy, or maybe just a stuffed animal you loved very much. Did you have a special friend like that, Tom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mister Rogers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did your special friend have a name, Tom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mister Rogers. His name was Old Rabbit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Old Rabbit. Oh, and I'll bet the two of you were together since he was a very young rabbit. Would you like to tell me about Old Rabbit, Tom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was just about then, when I was spilling the beans about my special friend, that Mister Rogers rose from his corner of the couch and stood suddenly in front of me with a small black camera in hand. "Can I take your picture, Tom?" he asked. "I'd like to take your picture. I like to take pictures of all my new friends, so that I can show them to Joanne .... "And then, in the dark room, there was a wallop of white light, and Mister Rogers disappeared behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a boy who didn't like himself very much. It was not his fault. He was born with cerebral palsy. Cerebral palsy is something that happens to the brain. It means that you can think but sometimes can't walk, or even talk. This boy had a very bad case of cerebral palsy, and when he was still a little boy; some of the people entrusted to take care of him took advantage of him instead and did things to him that made him think that he was a very bad little boy, because only a bad little boy would have to live with the things he had to live with. In fact, when the little boy grew up to be a teenager, he would get so mad at himself that he would hit himself, hard, with his own fists and tell his mother, on the computer he used for a mouth, that he didn't want to live anymore, for he was sure that God didn't like what was inside him any more than he did. He had always loved Mister Rogers, though, and now, even when he was fourteen years old, he watched the Neighborhood whenever it was on, and the boy's mother sometimes thought that Mister Rogers was keeping her son alive. She and the boy lived together in a city in California, and although she wanted very much for her son to meet Mister Rogers, she knew that he was far too disabled to travel all the way to Pittsburgh, so she figured he would never meet his hero, until one day she learned through a special foundation designed to help children like her son that Mister Rogers was coming to California and that after he visited the gorilla named Koko, he was coming to meet her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the boy was made very nervous by the thought that Mister Rogers was visiting him. He was so nervous, in fact, that when Mister Rogers did visit, he got mad at himself and began hating himself and hitting himself, and his mother had to take him to another room and talk to him. Mister Rogers didn't leave, though. He wanted something from the boy, and Mister Rogers never leaves when he wants something from somebody. He just waited patiently; and when the boy came back, Mister Rogers talked to him, and then he made his request. He said, "I would like you to do something for me. Would you do something for me?" On his computer, the boy answered yes, of course, he would do anything for Mister Rogers, so then Mister Rogers said, "I would like you to pray for me, Will you pray for me?" And now the boy didn't know how to respond. He was thunderstruck. Thunderstruck means that you can't talk, because something has happened that's as sudden and as miraculous and maybe as scary as a bolt of lightning, and all you can do is listen to the rumble. The boy was thunderstruck because nobody had ever asked him for something like that, ever. The boy had always been prayed for. The boy had always been the object of prayer, and now he was being asked to pray for Mister Rogers, and although at first he didn't know if he could do it, he said he would, he said he'd try, and ever since then he keeps Mister Rogers in his prayers and doesn't talk about wanting to die anymore, because he figures Mister Rogers is close to God, and if Mister Rogers likes him, that must mean God likes him, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mister Rogers himself.., well, he doesn't look at the story in the same way that the boy did or that I did. In fact, when Mister Rogers first told me the story, I complimented him on being so smart--for knowing that asking the boy for his prayers would make the boy feel better about himself--and Mister Rogers responded by looking at me at first with puzzlement and then with surprise. "Oh, heavens no, Tom! I didn't ask him for his prayers for him; I asked for me. I asked him because I think that anyone who has gone through challenges like that must be very close to God. I asked him because I wanted his intercession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON DECEMBER 1, 1997 --oh, heck, once upon a time--a boy, no longer little, told his friends to watch out, that he was going to do something "really big" the next day at school, and the next day at school he took his gun and his ammo and his earplugs and shot eight classmates who had clustered for a prayer meeting. Three died, and they were still children, almost. The shootings took place in West Paducah, Kentucky, and when Mister Rogers heard about them, he said, "Oh, wouldn't the world be a different place if he had said, `I'm going to do something really little tomorrow,'" and he decided to dedicate a week of the Neighborhood to the theme "Little and Big." He wanted to tell children that what starts out little can sometimes become big, and so they could devote themselves to little dreams without, feeling bad about them. But how could Mister Rogers show little becoming big, and vice versa? That was a challenge. He couldn't just say it, the way he could always just say to the children who watch his program that they are special to him, or even sing it, the way he could always just sing "It's You I Like" and "Everybody's Fancy" and "It's Such a Good Feeling" and "Many Ways to Say I Love You" and "Sometimes People Are Good." No, he had to show it, he had to demonstrate it, and that's how Mister Rogers and the people who work for him eventually got the idea of coming to New York City to visit a woman named Maya Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Lin is a famous architect. Architects are people who create big things from the little designs they draw on pieces of paper. Most famous architects are famous for creating big famous buildings, but Maya Lin is more famous for creating big fancy things for people to look at, and in fact, when Mister Rogers had gone to her studio the day before, he looked at the pictures she had drawn of the clock that is now on the ceiling of a place in New York called Penn Station. A clock is a machine that tells people what time it is, but as Mister Rogers sat in the backseat of an old station wagon hired to take him from his apartment to Penn Station, he worried that Maya Lin's clock might be too fancy and that the children who watch the Neighborhood might not understand it. Mister Rogers always worries about things like that, because he always worries about children, and when his station wagon stopped in traffic next to a bus stop, he read aloud the advertisement of an airline trying to push its international service. "Hmmm," Mister Rogers said, "that's a strange ad. `Most people think of us as a great domestic airline. We hate that.' Hmmm. Hate is such a strong word to use so lightly. If they can hate something like that, you wonder how easy it would be for them to hate something more important." He was with his producer, Margy Whitmer. He had makeup on his face and a dollop of black dye combed into his silver hair. He was wearing beige pants, a blue dress shirt, a tie, dark socks, a pair of dark-blue boating sneakers, and a purple, zippered cardigan. He looked very little in the backseat of the car. Then the car stopped on Thirty-fourth Street, in front of the escalators leading down to the station, and when the doors opened--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit! It's Mister Fucking Rogers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--he turned into Mister Fucking Rogers. This was not a bad thing, however, because he was in New York, and in New York it's not an insult to be called Mister Fucking Anything. In fact, it's an honorific. An honorific is what people call you when they respect you, and the moment Mister Rogers got out of the car, people wouldn't stay the fuck away from him, they respected him so much. Oh, Margy Whitmer tried to keep people away from him, tried to tell people that if they gave her their names and addresses, Mister Rogers would send them an autographed picture, but every time she turned around, there was Mister Rogers putting his arms around someone, or wiping the tears off someone's cheek, or passing around the picture of someone's child, or getting on his knees to talk to a child. Margy couldn't stop them, and she couldn't stop him. "Oh, Mister Rogers, thank you for my childhood," "Oh, Mister Rogers, you're the father I never had." "Oh, Mister Rogers, would you please just hug me?" After a while, Margy just rolled her eyes and gave up, because it's always like this with Mister Rogers, because the thing that people don't understand about him is that he's greedy for this--greedy for the grace that people offer him. What is grace? He doesn't even know. He can't define it. This is a man who loves the simplifying force of definitions, and yet all he knows of grace is how he gets it; all he knows is that he gets it from God, through man. And so in Penn Station, where he was surrounded by men and women and children, he had this power, like a comic-book superhero who absorbs the energy of others until he bursts out of his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Mister Fucking Rogers can tell me how to read that fucking clock, I'll watch his show every day for a fucking year--"that's what someone in the crowd said while watching Mister Rogers and Maya Lin crane their necks at Maya Lin's big fancy clock, but it didn't even matter whether Mister Rogers could read the clock or not, because every time he looked at it, with the television cameras on him, he leaned back from his waist and opened his mouth wide with astonishment, like someone trying to catch a peanut he had tossed into the air, until it became clear that Mister Rogers could show that he was astonished all day if he had to, or even forever, because Mister Rogers lives in a state of astonishment, and the astonishment he showed when he looked at the clock was the same astonishment he showed when people--absolute strangers--walked up to him and fed his hungry ear with their whispers, and he turned to me, with an open, abashed mouth, and said, "Oh, Tom, if you could only hear the stories I hear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, Mister Rogers went to New York City and got caught in the rain. He didn't have an umbrella, and he couldn't find a taxi, either, so he ducked with a friend into the subway and got on one of the trains. It was late in the day, and the train was crowded with children who were going home from school. Though of all races, the schoolchildren were mostly black and Latino, and they didn't even approach Mister Rogers and ask him for his autograph. They just sang. They sang, all at once, all together, the song he sings at the start of his program, "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" and turned the clattering train into a single soft, runaway choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE FINDS ME, OF COURSE, AT PENN STATION. He finds me, because that's what Mister Rogers does--he looks, and then he finds. I'm standing against a wall, listening to a bunch of mooks from Long Island discuss the strange word--[Greek text cannot be converted in ASCII text]--he has written down on each of the autographs he gave them. First mook: "He says it's the Greek word for grace." Second mook: "Huh. That's cool. I'm glad I know that. Now, what the fuck is grace?" First mook: "Looks like you're gonna have to break down and buy a dictionary." Second mook: "Fuck that. What I'm buying is a ticket to the fucking Lotto. I just met Mister Rogers--this is definitely my lucky day." I'm listening to these guys when, from thirty feet away, I notice Mister Rogers looking around for someone and know, immediately; that he is looking for me. He is on one knee in front of a little gift who is hoarding, in her arms, a small stuffed animal, sky-blue, a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remind you of anyone, Tom?" he says when I approach the two of them. He is not speaking of the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mister Rogers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks a little bit like... Old Rabbit, doesn't it, Tom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mister Rogers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought so." Then he turns back to the little girl. "This man's name is Tom. When he was your age, he had a rabbit, too, and he loved it very much. Its name was Old Rabbit. What is yours named?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl eyes me suspiciously, and then Mister Rogers. She goes a little knock-kneed, directs a thumb toward her mouth. "Bunny Wunny," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's a nice name," Mister Rogers says, and then goes to the Thirty-fourth Street escalator to climb it one last time for the cameras. When he reaches the street, he looks right at the lens, as he always does, and says, speaking of the Neighborhood, "Let's go back to my place," and then makes a right turn toward Seventh Avenue, except that this time he just keeps going, and suddenly Margy Whitmer is saying, "Where is Fred? Where is Fred?" and Fred, he's a hundred yards away; in his sneakers and his purple sweater, and the only thing anyone sees of him is his gray head bobbing up and down amid all the other heads, the hundreds of them, the thousands, the millions, disappearing into the city and its swelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, a little boy with a big sword went into battle against Mister Rogers. Or maybe, if the truth be told, Mister Rogers went into battle against a little boy with a big sword, for Mister Rogers didn't like the big sword. It was one of those swords that really isn't a sword at all; it was a big plastic contraption with lights and sound effects, and it was the kind of sword used in defense of the universe by the heroes of the television shows that the little boy liked to watch. The little boy with the big sword did not watch Mister Rogers. In fact, the little boy with the big sword didn't know who Mister Rogers was, and so when Mister Rogers knelt down in front of him, the little boy with the big sword looked past him and through him, and when Mister Rogers said, "Oh, my; that's a big sword you have," the boy didn't answer, and finally his mother got embarrassed and said, "Oh, honey, c'mon, that's Mister Rogers," and felt his head for fever. Of course, she knew who Mister Rogers was, because she had grown up with him, and she knew that he was good for her son, and so now, with her little boy zombie-eyed under his blond bangs, she apologized, saying to Mister Rogers that she knew he was in a rush and that she knew he was here in Penn Station taping his program and that her son usually wasn't like this, he was probably just tired .... Except that Mister Rogers wasn't going anywhere. Yes, sure, he was taping, and right there, in Penn Station in New York City, were throngs of other children wiggling in wait for him, but right now his patient gray eyes were fixed on the little boy with the big sword, and so he stayed there, on one knee, until the little boy's eyes finally focused on Mister Rogers, and he said, "It's not a sword; it's a death ray." A death ray! Oh, honey, Mommy knew you could do it .... And so now, encouraged, Mommy said, "Do you want to give Mister Rogers a hug, honey?" But the boy was shaking his head no, and Mister Rogers was sneaking his face past the big sword and the armor of the little boy's eyes and whispering something in his ear--something that, while not changing his mind about the hug, made the little boy look at Mister Rogers in a new way, with the eyes of a child at last, and nod his head yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading back to his apartment in a taxi when I asked him what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I just knew that whenever you see a little boy carrying something like that, it means that he wants to show people that he's strong on the outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to let him know that he was strong on the inside, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so that's what I told him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, `Do you know that you're strong on the inside, too?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it was something he needed to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS BARELY MORE THAN A BOY himself when he learned what he would be fighting for, and fighting against, for the rest of his life. He was in college. He was a music major at a small school in Florida and planning to go to seminary upon graduation. His name was Fred Rogers. He came home to Latrobe, Pennsylvania, once upon a time, and his parents, because they were wealthy, had bought something new for the corner room of their big redbrick house. It was a television. Fred turned it on, and, as he says now, with plaintive distaste, "there were people throwing pies at one another." He was the soft son of overprotective parents, but he believed, right then, that he was strong enough to enter into battle with that--that machine, that medium--and to wrestle with it until it yielded to him, until the ground touched by its blue shadow became hallowed and this thing called television came to be used "for the broadcasting of grace through the land." It would not be easy, no--for in order to win such a battle, he would have to forbid himself the privilege of stopping, and whatever he did right he would have to repeat, as though he were already living in eternity. And so it was that the puppets he employed on The Children's Comer would be the puppets he employed forty-four years later, and so it was that once he took off his jacket and his shoes... well, he was Mister Rogers for good. And even now, when he is producing only three weeks' worth of new programs a year, he still winds up agonizing--agonizing--about whether to announce his theme as "Little and Big" or "Big and Little" and still makes only two edits per televised minute, because he doesn't want his message to be determined by the cuts and splices in a piece of tape--to become, despite all his fierce coherence, "a message of fragmentation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is losing, of course. The revolution he started--a half hour a day, five days a week--it wasn't enough, it didn't spread, and so, forced to fight his battles alone, Mister Rogers is losing, as we all are losing. He is losing to it, to our twenty-four-hour-a-day pie fight, to the dizzying cut and the disorienting edit, to the message of fragmentation, to the flicker and pulse and shudder and strobe, to the constant, hivey drone of the electroculture... and yet still he fights, deathly afraid that the medium he chose is consuming the very things he tried to protect: childhood and silence. Yes, at seventy years old and 143 pounds, Mister Rogers still fights, and indeed, early this year, when television handed him its highest honor, he responded by telling television--gently; of course--to just shut up for once, and television listened. He had already won his third Daytime Emmy, and now he went onstage to accept Emmy's Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soap-opera stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, "All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are .... Ten seconds of silence." And then he lifted his wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, "I'll watch the time," and there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn't kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked... and so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds... and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, "May God be with you" to all his vanquished children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a little boy born blind, and so, defenseless in the world, he suffered the abuses of the defenseless, and when he grew up and became a man, he looked back and realized that he'd had no childhood at all, and that if he were ever to have a childhood, he would have to start having it now, in his forties. So the first thing he did was rechristen himself "Joybubbles"; the second thing he did was declare himself five years old forever; and the third thing he did was make a pilgrimage to Pittsburgh, where the University of Pittsburgh's Information Sciences Library keeps a Mister Rogers archive. It has all 865 programs, in both color and black and white, and for two months this past spring, Joybubbles went to the library every day for ten hours and watched the Neighborhood's every episode, plus specials--or, since he is blind, listened to every episode, imagined every episode. Until one night, Mister Rogers came to him, in what he calls a visitation--"I was dreaming, but I was awake"--and offered to teach him how to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Mister Rogers, I can't pray," Joybubbles said, "because every time I try to pray, I forget the words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that," Mister Rogers said, "and that's why the prayer I'm going to teach you has only three words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What prayer is that, Mister Rogers? What kind of prayer has only three words?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, God," Mister Rogers said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WALLS OF MISTER ROGERS' Neighborhood are light blue and fleeced with clouds. They are tall--as tall as the cinder-block walls they are designed to hide--and they encompass the Neighborhood's entire stage set, from the flimsy yellow house where Mister Rogers comes to visit, to the closet where he finds his sweaters, to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, where he goes to dream. The blue walls are the ends of the daylit universe he has made, and yet Mister Rogers can't see them--or at least can't know them--because he was born blind to color. He doesn't know the color of his walls, and one day when I caught him looking toward his painted skies, I asked him to tell me what color they are, and he said, "I imagine they're blue, Tom." Then he looked at me and smiled. "I imagine they're blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has spent thirty-one years imagining and reimagining those walls--the walls that have both penned him in and set him free. You would think it would be easy by now, being Mister Rogers; you would think that one morning he would wake up and think, Okay, all I have to do is be nice for my allotted half hour today, and then I'll just take the rest of the day off. .... But no, Mister Rogers is a stubborn man, and so on the day I ask about the color of his sky, he has already gotten up at five-thirty, already prayed for those who have asked for his prayers, already read, already written, already swum, already weighed himself, already sent out cards for the birthdays he never forgets, already called any number of people who depend on him for comfort, already cried when he read the letter of a mother whose child was buried with a picture of Mister Rogers in his casket, already played for twenty minutes with an autistic boy who has come, with his father, all the way from Boise, Idaho, to meet him. The boy had never spoken, until one day he said, "X the Owl," which is the name of one of Mister Rogers's puppets, and he had never looked his father in the eye until one day his father had said, "Let's go to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe," and now the boy is speaking and reading, and the father has come to thank Mister Rogers for saving his son's life .... And by this time, well, it's nine-thirty in the morning, time for Mister Rogers to take off his jacket and his shoes and put on his sweater and his sneakers and start taping another visit to the Neighborhood. He writes all his own scripts, but on this day when he receives a visit from Mrs. McFeely and a springer spaniel, she says that she has to bring the dog "back to his owner," and Mister Rogers makes a face. The cameras stop, and he says, "I don't like the word owner there. It's not a good word. Let's change it to 'bring the dog home.'" And so the change is made, and the taping resumes, and this is how it goes all day a life unfolding within a clasp of unfathomable governance, and once, when I lose sight of him, I ask Margy Whitmer where he is, and she says, "Right over your shoulder, where he always is," and when I turn around, Mister Rogers is facing me, child-stealthy with a small black camera in his hand, to take another picture for the album that he will give me when I take my leave of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it should be easy being Mister Rogers, but when four o'clock rolls around, well, Mister Rogers is tired, and so he sneaks over to the piano and starts playing, with dexterous, pale fingers, the music that used to end a 1940s newsreel and that has now become the music he plays to signal to the cast and crew that a day's taping has
