<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748</id><updated>2009-11-10T23:47:07.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura the Intern-No-More</title><subtitle type='html'>With my mind on my money and my money on my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-283044518646999308</id><published>2009-11-10T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:34:04.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lydia mentioned on Twitter that she would be going to the Yankees Victory Parade in New York this year (she lives about 2 blocks from where the parade was being held). So, I swallowed my pride and asked her to take some pictures of my boy Swish for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here he is (In the center, between his girlfriend and his brother):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SvmjJoocE8I/AAAAAAAABHU/2i1uY2OtzUc/s1600-h/SwishNY.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SvmjJoocE8I/AAAAAAAABHU/2i1uY2OtzUc/s400/SwishNY.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He is still so foxy. Thanks LYD!! (See her other shots of the parade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazyredhair.com/2009/11/go-yankees_07.html" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-283044518646999308?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/283044518646999308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=283044518646999308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/283044518646999308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/283044518646999308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SvmjJoocE8I/AAAAAAAABHU/2i1uY2OtzUc/s72-c/SwishNY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-903648219590159117</id><published>2009-11-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:52:07.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>I don't know why this video makes me laugh so much. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/FtX8nswnUKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-903648219590159117?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/903648219590159117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=903648219590159117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/903648219590159117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/903648219590159117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-funny.html' title='Friday Funny'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-139674987322825203</id><published>2009-10-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:11:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Trips</title><content type='html'>OK, Its been a while since I blogged. A few weekends ago, I went to Miami AND South Dakota in the same long weekend.&amp;nbsp; I attended a legislative conference in Miami. But I had already told my friend, Brooke, that I would go to South Dakota that weekend. So Thursday-Saturday, I was in Miami. Sunday-Tuesday, I was in South Dakota. Random, I know. But that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebLIj7KsI/AAAAAAAABFI/AChnP3hQM-U/s1600-h/CIMG1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebLIj7KsI/AAAAAAAABFI/AChnP3hQM-U/s320/CIMG1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebNHzW5RI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Y44Y7TYEFVs/s1600-h/CIMG1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebNHzW5RI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Y44Y7TYEFVs/s320/CIMG1215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the lobby of the hotel we stayed at in Miami, the Intercontinental. It was posh. I loved the centerpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Sidenote: EVERYONE in Miami speaks Spanish. At times, it seemed like I was in a different country. Not that I felt uncomfortable or anything...I just wish I spoke Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebDU1QQtI/AAAAAAAABEo/Jr8G-4HM3oQ/s1600-h/CIMG1209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebDU1QQtI/AAAAAAAABEo/Jr8G-4HM3oQ/s320/CIMG1209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are a few of the conference participants (the girl on the left is my coworker, Emily. We had so much fun!) Friday was the only night open so we went to South Beach with a few people. We had dinner at a Cuban restaurant - YUM - and then headed to the beach. The water was so warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebFZHKpOI/AAAAAAAABEw/wcZyCJ4qxPo/s1600-h/CIMG1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebFZHKpOI/AAAAAAAABEw/wcZyCJ4qxPo/s320/CIMG1211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, after walking along South Beach, Em and I decided that it would be a GREAT IDEA to walk back to our hotel with our new friend James from Georgia. It didn't seem like too long when we came on the taxi from our hotel. James was scared that we were in a sketchy neighborhood. This is a sign on one of the apartment buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebG--QC7I/AAAAAAAABE4/zlTtKA7uf_8/s1600-h/CIMG1212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebG--QC7I/AAAAAAAABE4/zlTtKA7uf_8/s320/CIMG1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Em and I along our walk. Right after this picture was taken, we got to the bridge we needed to cross and realized that it was a lot farther than we assumed. So we asked a taxi driver how far it was to our hotel, and he laughed and said it was about 5 miles....Yikes. (Note the glow on our faces...it was SOOOOO humid there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebIlyi30I/AAAAAAAABFA/bxkbPHeNqNw/s1600-h/CIMG1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebIlyi30I/AAAAAAAABFA/bxkbPHeNqNw/s320/CIMG1213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Needless to say, we grabbed that taxi and he took us across the bridge. We stopped by the outdoor mall on the water and this cover band was playing. It was probably the best cover band I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Miami was amazing! So warm! I had such a blast and met random, cool people from other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebbJOKogI/AAAAAAAABFg/Z7IU2TVSDlU/s1600-h/CIMG1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebbJOKogI/AAAAAAAABFg/Z7IU2TVSDlU/s320/CIMG1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Welcome to South Dakota! I got back from Miami late Saturday night, did some laundry, re-packed, and headed to South Dakota early Sunday morning. When I got there, this is the weather I encountered. Not in Miami anymore, Toto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebc-fqm8I/AAAAAAAABFo/w3SJA9Zpr-A/s1600-h/CIMG1225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebc-fqm8I/AAAAAAAABFo/w3SJA9Zpr-A/s320/CIMG1225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the house I stayed in. It was so great to relax in a warm house. Thanks Hullingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebOlxJEFI/AAAAAAAABFY/kgx5zoiCQHE/s1600-h/CIMG1221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebOlxJEFI/AAAAAAAABFY/kgx5zoiCQHE/s320/CIMG1221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was too foggy to go see Mount Rushmore, so we went to the Mammoth museum. It was actually pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebgVeL9WI/AAAAAAAABFw/pNdtkWNi4u8/s1600-h/CIMG1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebgVeL9WI/AAAAAAAABFw/pNdtkWNi4u8/s320/CIMG1226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Crazy Horse. This monument has a cool story. &lt;a href="http://www.crazyhorsememorial.org/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite part about this memorial is that they do not accept any government funding to complete it. It may never get completed. But I love that they want to only use private donations to complete. That's a true American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebjo6ZS8I/AAAAAAAABF4/mH0M191Xuso/s1600-h/CIMG1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebjo6ZS8I/AAAAAAAABF4/mH0M191Xuso/s320/CIMG1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In case you're wondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sueblz2hfOI/AAAAAAAABGA/XOFuZFxnqAA/s1600-h/CIMG1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sueblz2hfOI/AAAAAAAABGA/XOFuZFxnqAA/s320/CIMG1240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Extreme Close-Up! Brooke, Me, and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebojAEtuI/AAAAAAAABGI/ceCWXz1mnm8/s1600-h/CIMG1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebojAEtuI/AAAAAAAABGI/ceCWXz1mnm8/s320/CIMG1237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, much better. It was so beautiful! But soooooo cold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebqu8KhtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/I4zErAqNPCI/s1600-h/CIMG1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebqu8KhtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/I4zErAqNPCI/s320/CIMG1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right below the California flag. But I am ready to go....soooooo freezing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebs6gb0yI/AAAAAAAABGY/1dWG4KM_iaM/s1600-h/CIMG1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Suebs6gb0yI/AAAAAAAABGY/1dWG4KM_iaM/s320/CIMG1245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;An example of the MANY books on the shady past of the Early West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So final recap...It was a great weekend. I went from High temps to Low temps but I had a blast. I crossed South Dakota off my list of states I still need to visit. And I spent a crazy few days in the Miami sun. Loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-139674987322825203?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/139674987322825203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=139674987322825203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/139674987322825203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/139674987322825203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-latest-trips.html' title='My Latest Trips'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SuebLIj7KsI/AAAAAAAABFI/AChnP3hQM-U/s72-c/CIMG1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-4682004461046099270</id><published>2009-10-27T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:21:34.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter?</title><content type='html'>I know I know. I have yet to post about my trips to Miami and South Dakota. I had a few technical difficulties trying to post the pictures! But a blog is forthcoming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I will show you what we woke up to this morning in Utah. (I like this picture because the only color you see is from the lamp posts. No editing necessary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SudIACG-VnI/AAAAAAAABEI/wFcAmTmm0Z0/s1600-h/SnowDay+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SudIACG-VnI/AAAAAAAABEI/wFcAmTmm0Z0/s320/SnowDay+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-4682004461046099270?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/4682004461046099270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=4682004461046099270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4682004461046099270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4682004461046099270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter.html' title='Winter?'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SudIACG-VnI/AAAAAAAABEI/wFcAmTmm0Z0/s72-c/SnowDay+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-552462988619621051</id><published>2009-10-05T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:35:42.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Extraordinary, as of late</title><content type='html'>So I have been going through this phase. Lately, as per usual conversation, people have been politely asking me "So, how are you?" or "What's new?". I respond in sort of a mumbled "good" or "not much" and quickly ask them about a facet of their life so as to steer our conversation towards their adventures. The reason for this being I have nothing going on. Really. I am super boring right now. And it only makes things worse to discuss how much of a loser I actually have been. No crushes. No fun/crazy stories to report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must explain, that I keep &lt;b&gt;extraordinary&lt;/b&gt; company. Lydia is livin' the life in NYC. Destiny is datin' and partyin' in DC. Erin is one of the poshest mommies in Manhattan. You get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to invoke pity from anyone. Truly. I just need something. But I just don't know what that something is. So, for now, lets keep the conversations focused on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-552462988619621051?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/552462988619621051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=552462988619621051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/552462988619621051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/552462988619621051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-extraordinary-as-of-late.html' title='Nothing Extraordinary, as of late'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-7749318109811428696</id><published>2009-09-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:27:20.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV = Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exhibit A: I have been watching &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NCIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; religiously because the USA network has chosen to play multiple episodes at one time. More than once this week, I have been at the gym for 2 hours because I got sucked into episodes of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NCIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Love that show! (And for the record, I like Ziva better than Kate for the female role on the team...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exhibit B: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is back. My summer addiction will now transform into my fall, possibly winter addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exhibit C: I look forward to Thursday nights. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Office&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (I am back to watching this after not watching a single episode last season) and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Community&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (one of the funniest shows I have seen in a long time). I hope that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Community&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lasts. I have always thoroughly enjoyed Joel McHale on &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but he is hilarious in this witty comedy. If you need more convincing, watch this little nugget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNrPr-UCtog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/lNrPr-UCtog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least, Exhibit D: I am very sad that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Unit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was canceled by CBS. Hopefully, the USA network picks up that show as well and plays it as much as&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; NCIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I miss my boys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OK, so I usually don't have/make time for television, however, my roommate has a DVR so I can skip commercials. It really is the only way to watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-7749318109811428696?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/7749318109811428696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=7749318109811428696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/7749318109811428696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/7749318109811428696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/tv-enjoyment.html' title='TV = Enjoyment'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-8570192563676168984</id><published>2009-09-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:51:25.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Article for a Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://utahpolicy.com/featured_article/boss-bashing-backfires"&gt;Boss-Bashing Backfires &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-8570192563676168984?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/8570192563676168984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=8570192563676168984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/8570192563676168984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/8570192563676168984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-article-for-thursday.html' title='Great Article for a Thursday'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-4944955597787193100</id><published>2009-09-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:46:57.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motown Philly Back Again</title><content type='html'>Friday night. Couldn't be spend at a better venue. Boyz II Men at the Utah State Fair! What a great concert! It was a free concert with fair admission ($6.75), so it was quite the deal. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment. It was a great end to a loooooong week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRtcI7Ob9I/AAAAAAAABBY/0xG3i9UXw0c/s1600-h/CIMG1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRtcI7Ob9I/AAAAAAAABBY/0xG3i9UXw0c/s400/CIMG1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383047784814243794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off in the bleachers but realized that we could get better seats quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRtWV5R-nI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Xo4vmdkj4oQ/s1600-h/CIMG1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRtWV5R-nI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Xo4vmdkj4oQ/s400/CIMG1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383047685216533106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyz have great voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRs5GiJWiI/AAAAAAAABBI/MDSIH02n9CA/s1600-h/CIMG1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRs5GiJWiI/AAAAAAAABBI/MDSIH02n9CA/s400/CIMG1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383047182876760610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they put out an album of Motown songs. So, they performed a few popular motown songs. They even had the "motown" moves. What a fantastic group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRsiDCRQTI/AAAAAAAABBA/89m_wDRb5Ww/s1600-h/CIMG1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRsiDCRQTI/AAAAAAAABBA/89m_wDRb5Ww/s400/CIMG1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383046786800763186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie, Melissa and I. (There were a few more with us, just not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRsXIxajAI/AAAAAAAABA4/cVeeYHaelVU/s1600-h/CIMG1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRsXIxajAI/AAAAAAAABA4/cVeeYHaelVU/s400/CIMG1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383046599362120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who I ran into!!! Love that Kimmy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-4944955597787193100?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/4944955597787193100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=4944955597787193100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4944955597787193100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4944955597787193100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/motown-philly-back-again.html' title='Motown Philly Back Again'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SrRtcI7Ob9I/AAAAAAAABBY/0xG3i9UXw0c/s72-c/CIMG1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-6121345287026563387</id><published>2009-09-18T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:24:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Twin Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:vh1.com:438030" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=uri=mgid:uma:video:vh1.com:438030" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-6121345287026563387?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/6121345287026563387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=6121345287026563387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6121345287026563387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6121345287026563387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-twin-rocks.html' title='My Twin Rocks'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-2576123314652547396</id><published>2009-09-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:57:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep. No Good.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday Night: Rockin' Party at the Estate. So much fun! Probably about 300 people throughout the night. Ended up going to bed around 4, awaken every hour following.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night (with no Sunday Nap): Go to bed around 10:30 p.m. Don't go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; until around 1:00 a.m. Around 1:30 a.m., awake to my roommate and a male voice shouting. Then roommate saying "There's someone in our house!". I am freaked. Long story short: no guy in our house. Must have been a prank. But still scared out of my mind. Can't sleep until 4 a.m., up at 7 a.m. for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning (continuing on throughout the day): Hating life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-2576123314652547396?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/2576123314652547396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=2576123314652547396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2576123314652547396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2576123314652547396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-sleep-no-good.html' title='No sleep. No Good.....'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-3324544451070017143</id><published>2009-09-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:50:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my original thoughts, but I think these thoughts regularly</title><content type='html'>Random Thoughts of the Day (again, not my original, but I can relate to ALL OF THESE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no&lt;br /&gt;one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the  sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or&lt;br /&gt;FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the  hell was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a&lt;br /&gt;millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a Jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous?  I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When I meet a new boy, I'm terrified of mentioning something he hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wonder if cops ever get ticked off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like&lt;br /&gt;being made to feel like a fat lard before dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-3324544451070017143?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/3324544451070017143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=3324544451070017143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3324544451070017143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3324544451070017143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-my-original-thoughts-but-i-think.html' title='Not my original thoughts, but I think these thoughts regularly'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-2628144133249221367</id><published>2009-08-18T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:50:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been lazy...</title><content type='html'>So I will just link to others' blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here is &lt;a href="http://anneofgreenbarlows.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-weekend.html"&gt;what I did last Saturday night&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here is a comment I left on &lt;a href="http://crazyredhair.blogspot.com/2009/08/harry-potter.html"&gt;Lydia's Blog&lt;/a&gt; about Harry Potter:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you know how I feel. Here's an example from our past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: "Laura, you just have to try to read one book. I promise you will be hooked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: "You sound like you are a salesman for the Harry Potter books"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: "Laura, These books SELL THEMSELVES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's Dad: "That's what a book salesman would say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.....Another quote from you, reading Harry Potter at the airport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: "I can't get the words in fast enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough Harry Potter memories...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-2628144133249221367?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/2628144133249221367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=2628144133249221367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2628144133249221367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2628144133249221367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-lazy.html' title='I&apos;ve been lazy...'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-3024488756223055278</id><published>2009-08-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:31:28.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyd's Blog of NYC '09</title><content type='html'>Lydia just put up her blog of my trip to NYC '09. We truly had the best time. I think I laugh with Lydia more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lyd's &lt;a href="http://crazyredhair.blogspot.com/2009/08/lauras-visit.html"&gt;Crazy Red Hair blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-3024488756223055278?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/3024488756223055278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=3024488756223055278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3024488756223055278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3024488756223055278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/08/lyds-blog-of-nyc-09.html' title='Lyd&apos;s Blog of NYC &apos;09'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-5979822527826274642</id><published>2009-08-14T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:25:56.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get my Republican in there...</title><content type='html'>Lydia sent me this video. Glenn Beck seems to tap into my psyche on this one. Watch it. It is brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://foxnews1.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/foxnews1-foxnews-pub01-live/current/largeplayer011008/fncLargePlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf' id='mediumFlashEmbedded' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' bgcolor='#000000' allowScriptAccess='always' allowFullScreen='true' quality='high' name='undefined' play='false' scale='noscale' menu='false' salign='LT' scriptAccess='always' wmode='false' height='275' width='305' flashvars='playerId=011008&amp;playerTemplateId=fncLargePlayer&amp;categoryTitle=&amp;referralObject=8157694&amp;referralPlaylistId=playlist' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-5979822527826274642?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/5979822527826274642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=5979822527826274642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/5979822527826274642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/5979822527826274642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/08/gotta-get-my-republican-in-there.html' title='Gotta get my Republican in there...'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-1163052150131101619</id><published>2009-08-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:46:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I offended you?</title><content type='html'>Saturday. I get a random text from a number I didn't know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person X: Hey, just wanted to invite ya to my wedding reception on Sept 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was hanging out with friends and a movie was about to start so I just ignored it. The next day, I remembered that I had this mystery text. So I texted this person back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I'm sorry, but who is this?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, after a minute, I recognized the number. A number I had purposely erased months ago. And in true fashion, this person replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person X: Nevermind then.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Because I knew who this mystery person was at this point, I was not shocked at all at this response. Childish, immature, mad that I had not pined for him for months. Not surprised. And I must mention that the name above should be changed to "Person eX".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still laughing about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-1163052150131101619?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/1163052150131101619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=1163052150131101619' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/1163052150131101619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/1163052150131101619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-i-offended-you.html' title='Have I offended you?'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-4462164807234421367</id><published>2009-07-30T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:24:31.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago '09</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am finally getting around to posting the Chicago pictures. Part of the reason for my delay is that I have had no time since I got back. My other hesitation is that I look a little scraggly in these pics. My NYC pictures were much better.....but oh well. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJnYI4cfNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/tnnrdjx33N8/s1600-h/CIMG0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 414px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJnYI4cfNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/tnnrdjx33N8/s400/CIMG0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463770550435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my friends T.J. and Matt. Can you find T.J. and I in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJm8Y7JvgI/AAAAAAAAA_k/FFIi-YH1i8U/s1600-h/CIMG0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJm8Y7JvgI/AAAAAAAAA_k/FFIi-YH1i8U/s400/CIMG0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463293820419586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.J. loved using my blackberry to twitter and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJm3xcI18I/AAAAAAAAA_c/78hgyZ5xWGc/s1600-h/CIMG0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJm3xcI18I/AAAAAAAAA_c/78hgyZ5xWGc/s400/CIMG0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463214501877698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's on the cover of the Cub's schedule? (hint: #40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmxKpj_0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/EnvMklWKllI/s1600-h/CIMG0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmxKpj_0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/EnvMklWKllI/s400/CIMG0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463101009985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, picture one of day one in Chicago. Let me mention that we woke up on Friday to our hotel not having hot water! But of course, I didn't realize this until I jumped in the shower. The best I could do with the freezing water was washing my body and getting my hair wet. But then I realized that I did not bring my hair dryer! So needless to say, I looked terrible the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmri2glyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xtDxfNpUlbU/s1600-h/CIMG0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmri2glyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xtDxfNpUlbU/s400/CIMG0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364463004427523874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after our river tour. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmmWLWHFI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ReDRGeAnr5U/s1600-h/CIMG0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmmWLWHFI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ReDRGeAnr5U/s400/CIMG0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462915125910610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest wedding cake I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmcpM5m1I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Ns5lCjuxE5Q/s1600-h/CIMG0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmcpM5m1I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Ns5lCjuxE5Q/s400/CIMG0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462748434013010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bean. So cool. Can you find us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmQbQF8GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/d3VkBjVif4Q/s1600-h/CIMG0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmQbQF8GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/d3VkBjVif4Q/s400/CIMG0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462538530877538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmJJgfJhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_LiBmI4gLSI/s1600-h/CIMG0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmJJgfJhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_LiBmI4gLSI/s400/CIMG0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462413508716050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a box on top of the Sears (Willis) Tower looking down. I love being up high!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmCXD7LmI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Pm0MAT4cEAs/s1600-h/CIMG0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJmCXD7LmI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Pm0MAT4cEAs/s400/CIMG0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364462296887930466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in the corner of the box for a picture. T.J. was really scared! His palms were sweating profusely. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJlOMboyxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cmWn14G4-XY/s1600-h/CIMG0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJlOMboyxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cmWn14G4-XY/s400/CIMG0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364461400681401106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to buy the picture so the boys hid me while I took a picture of the picture. As I mentioned earlier, it was probably best that the flash was on. I looked horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJ0Fyv437I/AAAAAAAAA_8/sZ2X4Mmj5RI/s1600-h/CIMG0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJ0Fyv437I/AAAAAAAAA_8/sZ2X4Mmj5RI/s400/CIMG0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364477749022482354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJlF6PK6EI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yhR_3WEvdQw/s1600-h/CIMG0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJlF6PK6EI/AAAAAAAAA-U/yhR_3WEvdQw/s400/CIMG0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364461258358319170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had hot water and I got my shower. We arrived at the ball park right when it opened. And this is the first player I saw. My RICHIE! Rich Harden came out to practice...I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJk6z-2pII/AAAAAAAAA-M/d7eaZMeBQYk/s1600-h/CIMG0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJk6z-2pII/AAAAAAAAA-M/d7eaZMeBQYk/s400/CIMG0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364461067700708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got hooked up with great seats! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJkyI8V8hI/AAAAAAAAA-E/xWe3dRDd_Ko/s1600-h/CIMG0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJkyI8V8hI/AAAAAAAAA-E/xWe3dRDd_Ko/s400/CIMG0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364460918708498962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take this picture. You will notice on the scoreboard that the A's scored 6 runs in one inning. Against the Yankees. I figure that can't happen too often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjs-EmJAI/AAAAAAAAA98/YWCKQUIIhw0/s1600-h/CIMG0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjs-EmJAI/AAAAAAAAA98/YWCKQUIIhw0/s400/CIMG0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364459730379351042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride home, I took a picture of T.J. and my feet. You may not be able to tell but there is about a foot of space between my feet and the floor of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjk6oYOAI/AAAAAAAAA90/U8rBQWkH-_g/s1600-h/CIMG0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjk6oYOAI/AAAAAAAAA90/U8rBQWkH-_g/s400/CIMG0957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364459592016738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we met Courtney (my friend who lives in Chicago) downtown for Venetian night (Boat parade and fireworks). It was a great, last night in Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjWxVAPJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J61SJL92iwU/s1600-h/CIMG0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjWxVAPJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/J61SJL92iwU/s400/CIMG0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364459349001387154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us. Court, her friend, me, T.J. and Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjJge83JI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6HIFOxzqZYA/s1600-h/CIMG0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJjJge83JI/AAAAAAAAA9k/6HIFOxzqZYA/s400/CIMG0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364459121141406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were riding the train home late. The lady behind T.J. and I was snoring SOOOOOO loudly. For some reason, I was laughing uncontrollably. Seriously, it went on for about 20 minutes. So we took pictures. I think you had to be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the trip. On Sunday, Courtney and I walked around Wicker Park (where she lives) because there were festivals all around. We went to breakfast at this place called the Bongo Room. If you are ever in Chicago, look it up. You won't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the trip was great. I LOVE that city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't get enough of the Cubs game, check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82941d8950fc1a57" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaYhedG72Lnvt-Buc8zng3D5dSkSCHM9HB3RURbJw3_1FnY_PUSnZG9Gz-NN4N-bLnPm9hp2syAOzzVowKX4Jn34ExAmnrNZf8aFIllnRq_1zvJoXbzEO7DF5ZvSxglChX27Yfz3Q5fymmd0ulJtcysYOYvuEl1gmcSwpzI0B7xSnqw0Jf2TheW9Gex0XfxSx7Y_wO83hDv-ltd7XAgSqVel%26sigh%3D02qBRsA-41Ew1ly5rb4AZFA6Wqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82941d8950fc1a57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGLQ_PmAXxDUIqbvRJ-BKFOcO96s&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaYhedG72Lnvt-Buc8zng3D5dSkSCHM9HB3RURbJw3_1FnY_PUSnZG9Gz-NN4N-bLnPm9hp2syAOzzVowKX4Jn34ExAmnrNZf8aFIllnRq_1zvJoXbzEO7DF5ZvSxglChX27Yfz3Q5fymmd0ulJtcysYOYvuEl1gmcSwpzI0B7xSnqw0Jf2TheW9Gex0XfxSx7Y_wO83hDv-ltd7XAgSqVel%26sigh%3D02qBRsA-41Ew1ly5rb4AZFA6Wqs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82941d8950fc1a57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGLQ_PmAXxDUIqbvRJ-BKFOcO96s&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" 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/8628714811300568748-4462164807234421367?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82941d8950fc1a57&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/4462164807234421367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=4462164807234421367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4462164807234421367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4462164807234421367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago-09.html' title='Chicago &apos;09'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SnJnYI4cfNI/AAAAAAAAA_0/tnnrdjx33N8/s72-c/CIMG0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-6231174174125284271</id><published>2009-07-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:15:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sm8yGCmN0MI/AAAAAAAAA9c/G06lM5bLM6k/s1600-h/pitching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 868px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sm8yGCmN0MI/AAAAAAAAA9c/G06lM5bLM6k/s400/pitching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560760579313858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-6231174174125284271?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/6231174174125284271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=6231174174125284271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6231174174125284271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6231174174125284271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/07/pitching.html' title='Pitching'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sm8yGCmN0MI/AAAAAAAAA9c/G06lM5bLM6k/s72-c/pitching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-5999623017916926271</id><published>2009-07-21T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:01:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;So, I know I just got back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYC '09&lt;/span&gt;, but I am gearing up for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago '09&lt;/span&gt;! I am leaving this Thursday with my friends Matt and TJ and headed to the Windy City! I have Friday off (bless Utah and Pioneer Day as a state holiday). I have been to Chicago &lt;a href="http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2007/08/viva-chicago.html"&gt;once before&lt;/a&gt; and my friend, Courtney, still lives there,  so we will meet up with her for our short little trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go camping to Lava Hot Springs last weekend (you'll remember my &lt;a href="http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-near-death-experience.html"&gt;near-death experience from last year&lt;/a&gt;) but I ended up working late late on Friday and missed it. Which, according to those who came back beat-up from the river, was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;So, stay tuned for pics from Chicago '09 (which will include a Cubs game, and hopefully a Rich Harden sighting!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sportsmaven.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rich-harden-gets-another-no-decision-7-26-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 155px;" src="http://sportsmaven.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rich-harden-gets-another-no-decision-7-26-08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, where shall I go next?? I need something to look forward to. Suggestions are appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-5999623017916926271?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/5999623017916926271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=5999623017916926271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/5999623017916926271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/5999623017916926271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good.'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-4291933073566346789</id><published>2009-07-14T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:31:35.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC '09</title><content type='html'>Ok, there are a lot of pictures from my trip to NY. I thought I would give the reader's digest version of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday, I arrived in NYC at 6:30 a.m. Lydia came to pick me up and we were both exhausted. So we decided to take a cat nap so we could enjoy the rest of the day. We slept, then decided to start my trip off right, with lunch at the Shake Shack. And I must say, the Shake Shack has the best burger I have had in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0cpANUDII/AAAAAAAAA8E/R6rq5qP5EKc/s1600-h/CIMG0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0cpANUDII/AAAAAAAAA8E/R6rq5qP5EKc/s400/CIMG0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470622396812418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it if you go to NY. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bxfZs_LI/AAAAAAAAA70/2wp2bwUTPrQ/s1600-h/CIMG0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bxfZs_LI/AAAAAAAAA70/2wp2bwUTPrQ/s400/CIMG0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469668697603250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk through Central Park. This picture is taken from the Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bo8l483I/AAAAAAAAA7s/o5kknRC1kbQ/s1600-h/CIMG0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bo8l483I/AAAAAAAAA7s/o5kknRC1kbQ/s400/CIMG0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469521914524530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this wall of the castle was cool with Lydia's red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bi_H1aoI/AAAAAAAAA7k/o4BhXudd-UU/s1600-h/CIMG0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bi_H1aoI/AAAAAAAAA7k/o4BhXudd-UU/s400/CIMG0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469419514555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked through the park, we noticed something being filmed. We couldn't get close enough to see what was being filmed, but the Monocular came to the rescue. We discovered that it was a movie with Neil Patrick Harris (only, we couldn't remember his real name, so it was Doogie Howser to us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bcPtJj-I/AAAAAAAAA7c/eo1KwJITEZE/s1600-h/CIMG0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bcPtJj-I/AAAAAAAAA7c/eo1KwJITEZE/s400/CIMG0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469303706947554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call, The Approach. Lydia wanted me to do one of those jumping pictures because I thought this was a cool part of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bWLLvu0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/QWB-cxwEbQc/s1600-h/CIMG0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bWLLvu0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/QWB-cxwEbQc/s400/CIMG0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469199413885762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best one that we got. Notice the people watching me. As I landed this jump (after about 4 tries), I totally bailed and ended up on the ground with all kinds of strangers laughing at me. The couple you see watching said "THAT'S what I would have taken a picture of...."(me falling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bO3MpUeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mUQmRG1MlCI/s1600-h/CIMG0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bO3MpUeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mUQmRG1MlCI/s400/CIMG0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358469073789866466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura at the Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bGjgO9FI/AAAAAAAAA7E/vO1_zJzjmMc/s1600-h/CIMG0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0bGjgO9FI/AAAAAAAAA7E/vO1_zJzjmMc/s400/CIMG0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468931064362066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelato at the Lincoln Center. At this point, I was so tired and had been wearing that outfit for 24 hours straight so I didn't want any close-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0a-fhkQjI/AAAAAAAAA68/3FjZkxoq-Vs/s1600-h/CIMG0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0a-fhkQjI/AAAAAAAAA68/3FjZkxoq-Vs/s400/CIMG0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468792557257266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Lydia and I went to the Statue of Liberty island. We spent a lot of time on the island so we skipped Ellis Island. It had been a long day at that point (waiting in lines, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0a1-ECLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/KD28lwzQIsQ/s1600-h/CIMG0814.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0a1-ECLXI/AAAAAAAAA60/KD28lwzQIsQ/s400/CIMG0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468646136065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia and I met my DC friend, Erin (who is now a fabulous Upper East Side mommy) for yogurt - appropriate for Erin and I's relationship - and then we walked to Washington Square park. It was beautiful! And great to see Erin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0asWQfZtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7OfV70tH2pc/s1600-h/CIMG0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0asWQfZtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/7OfV70tH2pc/s400/CIMG0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468480832071378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, later that day, Lydia and I met her friends, Justin and Rachel (above in the Lincoln Center picture) at Union Square park. We went to dinner at S'Mac (Make your own Mac and Cheese..yummy) then to dessert at Max Brenner chocolate. Lydia and I ordered these sundaes and had no idea what we were getting into. Don't worry, we barely made it through half of each of ours. Soooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ahtIZY8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/VeDt9Xot1L0/s1600-h/CIMG0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ahtIZY8I/AAAAAAAAA6k/VeDt9Xot1L0/s400/CIMG0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468297993577410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge to meet my friend Destiny and her friend Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0abK_ZDMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/sKbZ_xep4Kc/s1600-h/CIMG0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0abK_ZDMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/sKbZ_xep4Kc/s400/CIMG0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468185749785794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aSGlhQEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-njBYJCpW8E/s1600-h/CIMG0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aSGlhQEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-njBYJCpW8E/s400/CIMG0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468029948706882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimaldi's. GREAT NY pizza! With my two besties......We waited in line for less than an hour and decided to get it to go and eat on the pier in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aJAqGYaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7ezGUGMH3KE/s1600-h/CIMG0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aJAqGYaI/AAAAAAAAA6M/7ezGUGMH3KE/s400/CIMG0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358467873738482082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat on the pier to eat. Great view of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aBDqmw5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/rE9jfeQYaQQ/s1600-h/CIMG0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0aBDqmw5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/rE9jfeQYaQQ/s400/CIMG0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358467737106957202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to Manhattan and ate Crumbs cupcakes in Bryant Park (my favorite of the parks). Yes, by this time, you should know that we ate REALLY well. But we also walked EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Z6CW-4cI/AAAAAAAAA58/xbdWwrcVpwc/s1600-h/CIMG0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Z6CW-4cI/AAAAAAAAA58/xbdWwrcVpwc/s400/CIMG0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358467616497131970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. Couldn't get away from Yankee paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZxVSod3I/AAAAAAAAA50/Dbt-3jqdvhU/s1600-h/CIMG0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZxVSod3I/AAAAAAAAA50/Dbt-3jqdvhU/s400/CIMG0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358467466960336754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to church at the Manhattan Temple with Destiny (one of the floors is for church). Sunday afternoon, lunch/dinner in Central Park. Sunday night. Lyd and I hit the Empire State Building. Here we are in the elevator. We had to take the picture fast because the elevator was filling fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZoP5WpaI/AAAAAAAAA5s/iqOGQkUxkrM/s1600-h/CIMG0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZoP5WpaI/AAAAAAAAA5s/iqOGQkUxkrM/s400/CIMG0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358467310893311394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking towards the upper east side (I think). This one may be more midtown, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZTgw8ceI/AAAAAAAAA5k/O8klrLmuf-8/s1600-h/CIMG0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZTgw8ceI/AAAAAAAAA5k/O8klrLmuf-8/s400/CIMG0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466954644189666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking West. Sunset at the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZJ52xsOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ozr1L67zyeg/s1600-h/CIMG0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0ZJ52xsOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ozr1L67zyeg/s400/CIMG0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466789580845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Scouted out and found the UN Headquarters. We didn't take a tour, but we went inside the building and it was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Y_kzS2MI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OMoSLXK6J1w/s1600-h/CIMG0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Y_kzS2MI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OMoSLXK6J1w/s400/CIMG0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466612130404546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia liked this picture. And made sure to get the guy who enforces it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Y28uBB7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/lOII3x7EMXc/s1600-h/CIMG0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0Y28uBB7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/lOII3x7EMXc/s400/CIMG0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466463931893682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we walked and walked and walked the last day (no different from the other days). We had about an hour before I had to leave so we got pedicures. Well deserved pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. That's my trip. It was amazing. I could live in NYC, easily (although I would have to be better about the eating....). I had fun with Lydia and Destiny and Erin and everyone I met there! The weather was perfect. I really do [heart] NY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-4291933073566346789?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/4291933073566346789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=4291933073566346789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4291933073566346789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4291933073566346789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyc-09.html' title='NYC &apos;09'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/Sl0cpANUDII/AAAAAAAAA8E/R6rq5qP5EKc/s72-c/CIMG0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-2016178735642678147</id><published>2009-07-08T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:30:44.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know, its been too long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry for the delay in my posting. I have been taking care of the web-related things at work and have duly ignored my own blog. I have also been fighting off a few different bugs in my system and am hoping to feel normal at some point in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, you get a short blurb. Nothing new in my world at the moment. Although, I am headed to NYC tonight (flight leaves at 11:59 PM). I will be scouring the town with Lydia with a few adventures with Destiny thrown in there. I can't wait. I get to see my 2 besties in the same weekend!! In true fashion, I will be taking a lot of pictures so my next post should be pretty great. (Hopefully, Lyd will be taking pictures because she is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fantastic photog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am the same boring Laura B you all know and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-2016178735642678147?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/2016178735642678147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=2016178735642678147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2016178735642678147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2016178735642678147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know-its-been-too-long.html' title='I know, I know, its been too long...'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-4359471832274774017</id><published>2009-06-23T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:46:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessions o' the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/ING/IG1944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/ING/IG1944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I googled "Obsession" and this is one of the pics that came up....random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand Sanitizer (well, sanitizing anything, really)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roasted Garlic Triscuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frozen Yogurt (Fro-yo to those in the know-yo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anderson Cooper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep (obsessing about not having enough)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer Trip to NYC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public Enemies....probably because I shouldn't see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google Translator (especially when used to communicate with my foxy Croatian mailman....don't worry, he's in his 20's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-4359471832274774017?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/4359471832274774017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=4359471832274774017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4359471832274774017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/4359471832274774017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsessions-o-moment.html' title='Obsessions o&apos; the moment'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-6414875010019153341</id><published>2009-06-19T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:53:40.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My germaphobia pays off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you guess who the "receptionist" with the hand sanitizer on her desk is?&lt;/span&gt; (I put "receptionist" in quotes because I am far more than that. I just happen to sit at the front)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click here: &lt;a href="http://blogs.sltrib.com/slcrawler/index.php?p=944&amp;amp;more=1&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;tb=1&amp;amp;pb=1"&gt;Lege gets swine flu scare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-6414875010019153341?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/6414875010019153341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=6414875010019153341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6414875010019153341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/6414875010019153341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-germaphobia-pays-off.html' title='My germaphobia pays off'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-3292811427147318874</id><published>2009-06-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:24:20.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work did not pay off</title><content type='html'>Again, the Onion is a fake news source. This is borderline messed-up, but pretty darn funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="430"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/onn_embed/embedded_player.swf?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Ffiles%2Fimages%2FGYMNAST_EUTHANIZED_article.jpg&amp;amp;videoid=95701&amp;amp;title=Gymnast%20Shawn%20Johnson%20Put%20To%20Sleep%20After%20Breaking%20Leg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/onn_embed/embedded_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="430" flashvars="image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Ffiles%2Fimages%2FGYMNAST_EUTHANIZED_article.jpg&amp;amp;videoid=95701&amp;amp;title=Gymnast%20Shawn%20Johnson%20Put%20To%20Sleep%20After%20Breaking%20Leg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/gymnast_shawn_johnson_put_to?utm_source=videoembed"&gt;Gymnast Shawn Johnson Put To Sleep After Breaking Leg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-3292811427147318874?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/3292811427147318874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=3292811427147318874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3292811427147318874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/3292811427147318874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/06/hard-work-did-not-pay-off.html' title='Hard work did not pay off'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8628714811300568748.post-8722731026161089776</id><published>2009-06-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:56:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a fan of Kelly Clarkson. I know, I am a nerd, but I am a fan. Anne and I went to her concert at the Orem Summerfest (summer, pffft) on Thursday and it was amazing! It has been raining like crazy here in Utah so we were up for an adventure, since the concert was outside. But the weather held up quite nicely. It only rained during "Behind These Hazel Eyes" but it was clear after that. I was trying to convince some of my friends to come to the concert, but they were afraid of the rain. But it was a great concert and I had fun with the sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMrYFtBdBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xtwMev5cmAA/s1600-h/CIMG0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMrYFtBdBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/xtwMev5cmAA/s400/CIMG0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346664875466781714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was general admission so there were crowds of people. Luckily, there were no big, tall people who decided to stand in front of 5'4" me! So I had a clear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMp-U-N9II/AAAAAAAAA4U/TxXkXWnUqMc/s1600-h/CIMG0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMp-U-N9II/AAAAAAAAA4U/TxXkXWnUqMc/s400/CIMG0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346663333377209474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my twin...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMpPn9hrFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Y4ACJUO2V1Q/s1600-h/CIMG0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMpPn9hrFI/AAAAAAAAA4M/Y4ACJUO2V1Q/s400/CIMG0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346662531020729426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful rainbow showed up around the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h65yQg7duz8/SjMpAgM_eRI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Pwfplacs6eA/s1600-h/CIMG0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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and how less is more? I apologize that I never followed up, but I DID get rid of a lot of belongings whilst I moved. Well, the author of &lt;a href="http://makeundermylife.com/"&gt;Makeunder my Life&lt;/a&gt; emailed me and asked me to share my story. So, I sent her a few pictures and a short explanation of what I accomplished in my move. She posted my exfoliation last Friday! &lt;a href="http://makeundermylife.com/end-of-the-week-exfoliation-10/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; and scroll down to the entry from "Laura" (you may recognize my purple dresser...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, I enjoyed getting rid of things I didn't use. Brooke commented on my post and said exactly how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to say... that since I have been exfoliating, every once in a while, I'll think "oh, I used to have a {insert tossed item here}" and it has never been heartbreaking, or even remotely upsetting. Because then I think "But was I really going to keep that {insert tossed item here} for 4 years just so I could use it on this one random occasion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8628714811300568748-2151003012538080419?l=laurafromptown.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/feeds/2151003012538080419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8628714811300568748&amp;postID=2151003012538080419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2151003012538080419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8628714811300568748/posts/default/2151003012538080419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurafromptown.blogspot.com/2009/06/lydias-not-only-star-of-last-week.html' title='Lydia&apos;s not the only star of last week'/><author><name>Laura B from the LBC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11734850147035560318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16193640230899890905'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>