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  <updated>2009-04-01T20:02:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:32672</id>
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    <title>Taking a Poll...</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T20:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T20:02:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Should I Cut My Hair?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:32316</id>
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    <title>The Little Mermaid</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T05:35:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T05:35:36Z</updated>
    <category term="movies"/>
    <content type="html">I &amp;lt;3 old Disney movies!&lt;p&gt;For example, did you know that Sebastian is a composer? He's not just some crab that's always around when lots of animals are singing. In the first scene he is introduced as a composer, so really it's his job/passion to organize them into song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Ursula is really scarry!  And Arial's main dress is really pretty...I want one  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:32151</id>
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    <title> Being Human Sucks Sometimes...</title>
    <published>2008-10-27T20:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-27T20:03:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">basic survival requirements:&lt;br /&gt;(0) sleep&lt;br /&gt;(1) food&lt;br /&gt;(2) exercise&lt;br /&gt;(3) mental health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sucks about these things is that they cost money!  well, 0 doesn't and 2 only kinda does, but the other do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past week or so I have spent over $150 on food...granted I wont have to cook for the rest of the week. I have also spent $50 on medications...again, one of them lasts 3 months and another one lasts about a year, but still. I spend about $22 a month on medications! that's way too much money! I can't imagine what that would be like if i didn't have great proscription coverage...oh, wait i do...it would be about $276 a month! and that's just for the daily proscriptions! not counting vitamins, pain killers, sleep aids, or the crackers i have to eat with the pills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm going to stop complaining about money now...wow, that's a lot of money...saving over $250 every month! damn. Thank you Mommy and Daddy for giving me wonderful medical coverage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3  I still can't believe that good food costs so much though...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:31836</id>
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    <title>liz_factorial @ 2008-09-08T13:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T17:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T17:22:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;US Airways Sucks!&lt;/h3&gt;               &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. They charge for checked baggage . . . even the first one!&lt;br /&gt;2. They started charging for all drinks . . . I can&amp;rsquo;t even get a tinny cup of oj any more! Come on! I got ice for free . . . that was good. But, really, it was $2 for a can of coke! It&amp;rsquo;s costs you something like $ .20 a can if you buy it at Costco . . . I&amp;rsquo;m sure they get a better deal than Costco! &lt;br /&gt;3. They stopped serving peanuts . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, they stopped serving peanuts quite a while ago . . . switched to other snacky things . . . I was ok with that, I mean, it was quite disappointing, but I could deal with it. I miss my peanuts . . . &lt;br /&gt;4. They stopped serving snacks! See above, except I get nothing! Even Goldfish were better than nothing (and I really don&amp;rsquo;t like Goldfish!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Their headphones suck . . . they use those silly ones that have two 1/8th inch prongs. It&amp;rsquo;s just another scam for them to pull more money out of me! Either I have to remember the silly headphones that I bought last time or I have to shell out another 5 bucks or I have to deal with only hearing the in flight movie in one ear . . . and loosing that one ear whenever I knock the arm rest.&lt;br /&gt;6. They have special power plugs . . . but they don&amp;rsquo;t have the adapters for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I was quite board during the fight home . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>I made it home!!</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T17:21:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T17:21:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;Oh man has this been a hard secret to hold onto . . . &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy called me up about a month and a half ago and asked if I was missing them and feeling homesick &amp;mdash; of course I told him I was. Then he asked me if Mommy had told me that Jenny (old friend from high school) was getting married &amp;mdash; of course she hadn&amp;rsquo;t. I was quite surprised . . . not that Jenny and Jarrett were getting married, but that Mommy hadn&amp;rsquo;t told me! At any rate, after Daddy told me that they were getting married, he asked me if I wanted to come home for it &amp;mdash; and of course I did! Daddy bought the tickets and told me not to tell Mommy, it would be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two months!  I had to keep it from Mommy for two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that Daddy didn&amp;rsquo;t have a plan for picking me up from the airport until the afternoon I was scheduled to arrive the surprise went very smoothly : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little issue a week or so ago . . . originally, we only told a handful of people &amp;mdash; Frank (family friend and Mommy&amp;rsquo;s best friend&amp;rsquo;s husband), Aunt Annie, Melody (Jenny&amp;rsquo;s mom) and Mitch/Audrey (another set of family friends). Frank was under strict orders not to tell Judi (Mommy&amp;rsquo;s best friend) about me coming . . . she posed too many risks . . . At any rate, Frank had forgotten exactly what weekend it was, but when Judi started talking about going to Truckee for the weekend he called Daddy right away. Apparently, Mommy and Judi were planning on going to an arts fair in Truckee the weekend I was going to be here! And Mommy never told Daddy! As it turned out, Frank had to tell Judi . . . but she was really good and Mommy never found out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night Daddy told Mommy that he had a meeting at 8pm and that he would see her in the morning (she goes to bed at 9pm cause she gets up really early for work). Apparently, Mommy was confused, but went to bed anyway . . . at 10pm, when daddy and I got home, Oso (the dog) met us at the door and started barking at me! It took him a bit to realize it was me, but once he did, he was quite excited . . . then we heard Mommy stirring (she had hears some female voice) and waited for her to come out. When she walked around the corner between the hall and the front door, she got this big surprised look on her face! It was awesome! I almost can&amp;rsquo;t believe that she didn&amp;rsquo;t hear about it . . . but really, it&amp;rsquo;s easy to keep a secret when you only tell five people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:31402</id>
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    <title>liz_factorial @ 2008-08-13T20:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T00:42:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T00:42:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Last weekend I went Caving . . . yes, also know as Spelunking!  It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more &amp; look at pictures!"&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz3EKsYRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HUbLMxhqjeo/s1600-h/_00_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz3EKsYRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HUbLMxhqjeo/s320/_00_2030.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;It was a beginner/intermediate trip to Knox Cave (in New York). It was about a 3 hour drive to get there, so we ended up leaving very early to get as much time underground as possible. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font face="arial"&gt;The cave was somewhat tight and crawly, but otherwise not terribly difficult. I did, however, get stuck at a couple of points! As it turns out, just because you get in someplace easily it does not mean that you will get out just as easily . . . however, you can always get out someplace you got into!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhFxCDXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vkbJnBTN3BU/s1600-h/rachel+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhFxCDXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vkbJnBTN3BU/s320/rachel+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;The first time I got stuck was like this -- we were heading back out of a very tight crack . I had had a bit of trouble at one point going in, but that part was a breeze going out. On the way in I hadn't even noticed the part where I got stuck going out . . . I was leading the way out when I reached a point where I was having a little trouble squeezing through. I tried squeezing up, pushing down, breathing in, breathing out . . . then I realized I needed to yawn, but I couldn't breath in because I was too tightly pinned between the walls. It was at that point that I started to freak out and couldn't catch my breath. I had to move back a bit, catch my breath, and try again. While I was sitting there . . . kinda meditating . . . I came to the realization that I was trying to go though it facing the wrong way! Let's put it this way: I went in facing let's say East (I dont know what it actually was), but when I went out the first time I was facing West . . . it didn't work so well! Once I caught my breath I went through facing "East" and didn't have a single problem!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxia_k3CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tC6230BHtwc/s1600-h/cave+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxia_k3CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tC6230BHtwc/s320/cave+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;The other time I got stuck I didn't really get stuck, I was just the only person that couldn't fit through (damn boobs and ass!) We decided that I could get through if we sent me thought horizontally 2.5 feet off the ground. Had it been earlier in the day I would have tried it, but I wasn't sure that I have the strength toget out once I got in . . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz2kBwigI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D7UApOjseTE/s1600-h/_00_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz2kBwigI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D7UApOjseTE/s320/_00_2007.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;At any rate . . . did I say it was awesome yet?!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxi-6AfKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7aGdRlyh-TQ/s1600-h/cave+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxi-6AfKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7aGdRlyh-TQ/s320/cave+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;After we got out of the cave we had to clean up. It's amazing when there are 6 people who go in looking vastly different and come out looking the same . . . yeah, we were all coated with the same mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhsnJcmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gzeb24LndDg/s1600-h/grup_post+trip+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhsnJcmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gzeb24LndDg/s320/grup_post+trip+%284%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then an hour later we went to Goldstein's parents' house for dinner . . . yes, it took about that long to get from cave mouth to their house. They live about 20 minutes from Knox Cave and invited us over after the trip. Mrs Goldstein made us spinach lasagna and zucchini parmesan . . . so tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz23lXeYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HqlTlWvZH3w/s1600-h/_00_2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNz23lXeYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HqlTlWvZH3w/s320/_00_2048.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;Unlike the trip there, most people stayed awake for most of the trip home. The driver and I were the only ones to not sleep either time :) I read the whole way . . . nice, but not as good as the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures . . .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxiMoZBEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jQEAYvdRiuk/s1600-h/cave+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxiMoZBEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jQEAYvdRiuk/s320/cave+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyeRo6ECI/AAAAAAAAAII/hHo2zadMDfw/s1600-h/amber_stephanie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyeRo6ECI/AAAAAAAAAII/hHo2zadMDfw/s320/amber_stephanie.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNygnt-zbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bKxMhJj9VaQ/s1600-h/sid_matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNygnt-zbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bKxMhJj9VaQ/s320/sid_matt.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxjd3ubrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Aq6ofTR5QyU/s1600-h/feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxjd3ubrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Aq6ofTR5QyU/s320/feet.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhUsLLwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BsjAWrI1brY/s1600-h/stephanie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNyhUsLLwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BsjAWrI1brY/s320/stephanie.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxjiSgLhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VuRc0c-CBsw/s1600-h/salamander.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKNxjiSgLhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VuRc0c-CBsw/s320/salamander.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>liz_factorial @ 2008-08-13T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T00:40:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T00:40:57Z</updated>
    <category term="trip"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend Yin Mon and I went home with Amrita!&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Pictures!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday we took the commuter rail out to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concord and did a little tiny-shop-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent most of our time in the toy store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2HL6puHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W7KAsPeRk9k/s1600-h/the+toy+store+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2HL6puHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W7KAsPeRk9k/s320/the+toy+store+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amrita&lt;br /&gt;she wants all of the stuffed animals&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2FigSP5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IqE5A68exWQ/s1600-h/amrita+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2FigSP5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IqE5A68exWQ/s320/amrita+%281%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Amrita, &amp;amp; Yin Mon&lt;br /&gt;Awesome glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2GHBFUQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/46OIBZMO4z4/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2GHBFUQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/46OIBZMO4z4/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Amrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2Gee4I3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zt6kBIkXy9U/s1600-h/liz_amrita+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2Gee4I3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zt6kBIkXy9U/s320/liz_amrita+%281%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin Mon&lt;br /&gt;she wants this doll house  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2GwE3ELI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iUS5bLldElE/s1600-h/yin+mon+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN2GwE3ELI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iUS5bLldElE/s320/yin+mon+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin Mon &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, the things we couldn't live without . . .&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4GpO126I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hKa21JbpFYI/s1600-h/liz_yin+mon+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4GpO126I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hKa21JbpFYI/s320/liz_yin+mon+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After shopping we went to some park . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4FUj7DQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uds7--0Y1PE/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4FUj7DQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uds7--0Y1PE/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%281%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's some famous bridge over my right shoulder . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4Fm1Td9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hXn2pL48ITo/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4Fm1Td9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hXn2pL48ITo/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%282%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we slept in and Amrita's mommy made us blueberry pancakes&lt;br /&gt;. . .so tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4GBnoY1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jmyWKtoFNyg/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4GBnoY1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jmyWKtoFNyg/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%283%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast we went to some farm . . . &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4HKvYJmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z8yzPLGq5oU/s1600-h/barn+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN4HKvYJmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Z8yzPLGq5oU/s320/barn+%283%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok . . . we really went for the nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6SQX8tmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/I4Pz77JukJ8/s1600-h/fern+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6SQX8tmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/I4Pz77JukJ8/s320/fern+%281%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they have several hiking paths in the surrounding area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6RR0l18I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5XwHUgj5fDQ/s1600-h/amrita+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6RR0l18I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5XwHUgj5fDQ/s320/amrita+%285%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss nature . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6S110YvI/AAAAAAAAALA/XwjLGl-Eimk/s1600-h/liz+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6S110YvI/AAAAAAAAALA/XwjLGl-Eimk/s320/liz+%284%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was even a crik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6SMmF_MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RB--FF3UnQQ/s1600-h/creek+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6SMmF_MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RB--FF3UnQQ/s320/creek+%285%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took *tons* of pictures . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6RqiX9CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PFNRKoAl7yw/s1600-h/amrita_yin+mon+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN6RqiX9CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PFNRKoAl7yw/s320/amrita_yin+mon+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . some with my arm . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN75P_izRI/AAAAAAAAALI/WFdtEFp1hkI/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN75P_izRI/AAAAAAAAALI/WFdtEFp1hkI/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%287%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . .  and some with the timer . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN75r9Zs5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/i28lWxMzl5U/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN75r9Zs5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/i28lWxMzl5U/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%288%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . but mostly in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(the battery started to die, so we had to use the standard view finder)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN76YllbAI/AAAAAAAAALg/3Z6jCunJ8L8/s1600-h/yin+mon+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN76YllbAI/AAAAAAAAALg/3Z6jCunJ8L8/s320/yin+mon+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin Mon &amp;amp; I hid in the corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN76i6jzsI/AAAAAAAAALo/kt2TlcNnGwg/s1600-h/liz_yin+mon+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN76i6jzsI/AAAAAAAAALo/kt2TlcNnGwg/s320/liz_yin+mon+%286%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go, go hiking in a skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN753XfnCI/AAAAAAAAALY/d5wOu0SM0YE/s1600-h/liz_amrita+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN753XfnCI/AAAAAAAAALY/d5wOu0SM0YE/s320/liz_amrita+%284%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we were done hiking we went back to the barn . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9M42JI1I/AAAAAAAAALw/LPuURmgyJEY/s1600-h/barn+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9M42JI1I/AAAAAAAAALw/LPuURmgyJEY/s320/barn+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9NPlWCTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qHAP-X2bOtQ/s1600-h/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9NPlWCTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qHAP-X2bOtQ/s320/liz_amrita_yin+mon+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also saw their cows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9NZtiv2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qHdGinQ4fis/s1600-h/cows+%280%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9NZtiv2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qHdGinQ4fis/s320/cows+%280%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9Nv_L15I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ARWy5-XT6-I/s1600-h/bees+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9Nv_L15I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ARWy5-XT6-I/s320/bees+%282%29.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9N0KF_AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7omV0WUUc7Q/s1600-h/goat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SKN9N0KF_AI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7omV0WUUc7Q/s320/goat.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, the weekend was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;lt;3  &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:30867</id>
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    <title>Sandy's Birthday</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T19:38:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T20:40:32Z</updated>
    <category term="aunt sandy"/>
    <category term="texas"/>
    <category term="vacation"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday, June 30th was Aunt Sandy's birthday and we had a really great time! (We were still in Texas) I don't really remember what we did during the day, but I know we had fun! Come to think of it, we might have stayed home and vegged...I donno! Gosh! I can hardly believe that I can't remember a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Oh well, that's why I take pictures!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Donna, me, Sandy, &amp;amp; Daddy  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFPo51kKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BLLDzreSKug/s1600-h/grup_sandy%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFPo51kKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BLLDzreSKug/s320/grup_sandy%27s+bday.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went out to dinner with Donna (one of Sandy's best friends) at -- I think it's called -- Goriandas. It's a really nice ethnic restaurant...for the life of me I can't think of the ethnicity though...it was a cross with TexMex so Sandy and I split enchiladas and Donna had a taco salad. Mommy and Daddy went for the other ethnicity -- still can't think of it! -- and their meals were &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much better than ours! Mommy ordered some blackened fish that was to die for and Daddy had some very tasty other meat. Honestly, it was all really good...but Mommy's fish totally won...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sandy &amp;amp; Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;I think they're making fun of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFOBTLJTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ea0quldsWAE/s1600-h/deb_sandy+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFOBTLJTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ea0quldsWAE/s320/deb_sandy+%281%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After dinner (where they gave us Tres-Leches Cake) we went over to Ernie's (where they gave us Flan)-- one of Sandy's favorite bars. I've been there several times before and had a really great time, but neither of my parents had. As a warning, when we got out of the car she told them "Welcome to God's Waiting Room" -- truth of the matter is that I'm not sure there was anyone else in there that was under the age of maybe 55. It's all good though! It's those lecherous old farts that actually know how to dance...and that's the big reason we go there! Oh, and there's Russ! He's the guy who plays the guitar and sings at the bar. He's a really great guy -- always plays their favorite songs (and more importantly, remembers what they are). He also isn't a &lt;u&gt;lecherous&lt;/u&gt; old man, just an old one  :)  I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sandy and Russ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFMxrrFCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoUnrFhhmh4/s1600-h/sandy_russ+%280%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFMxrrFCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KoUnrFhhmh4/s320/sandy_russ+%280%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donna &amp;amp; the 2nd 'Cake' of the night...Flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFOsu6RKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kdslc_s87Mw/s1600-h/donna+%280%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFOsu6RKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kdslc_s87Mw/s320/donna+%280%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandy &amp;amp; Daddy at Ernie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFNkI3G8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1Nxbm8asMA/s1600-h/tom_sandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFNkI3G8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1Nxbm8asMA/s320/tom_sandy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYFNkI3G8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1Nxbm8asMA/s1600-h/tom_sandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:30222</id>
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    <title>Dead Lobster</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T19:36:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T19:36:09Z</updated>
    <category term="aunt sandy"/>
    <category term="texas"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My Aunt Sandy's (expired) husband, Roy, used to &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; going to Red Lobster. However, since the last time that I visited Dallas the Red Lobster that was around the corner went out of business--and the building was taken over by a mortuary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYCOksFsKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iV75jiyULDE/s1600-h/Dead_Lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SJYCOksFsKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iV75jiyULDE/s320/Dead_Lobster.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aunt Sandy went in there when planing Roy's funeral, but all she could think about was how she used to eat in there...and how much of a mess Roy made :)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:30149</id>
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    <title>old e-mail...</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T14:41:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T14:41:02Z</updated>
    <category term="griffin"/>
    <lj:music>Refried Dreams</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i know it's old...but I just re-found this email...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; the best response to me and Griffin ever:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooo, la, la!&amp;nbsp; Well, it is you, so I should expect that.&amp;nbsp; You two look so happy and cute in the pics on your blogy-thing.&amp;nbsp; And holy cow!&amp;nbsp; Liz, with a "boyfriend"?&amp;nbsp; Has the gravitational constant of the universe changed?&amp;nbsp; Is the strange quark now normal and blase, is the charming quark now dorky and lame?&amp;nbsp; Well, you said "not committed", so up is not down quite yet, it's just a little sideways...and the good side, too, is what it sounds like.&amp;nbsp; If congrats is the right word, consider it said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; from Jackie</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:29849</id>
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    <title>I can't work too much!</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T20:27:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T20:27:14Z</updated>
    <category term="work"/>
    <content type="html">I got to work (TechCalling) last night and was told that I'm not allowed to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there's more to this story than meets the eye...I'm not allowed to work more than 40 hours a week for the institvte. I'm working 40 at my UROP, so I've been paid time and a half for the TechCalling the past few weeks. Yup, gotta figure something out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make $.50 more and hour at the UROP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I call I can take all of Thursday completely off the UROP (instead of starting work at 4pm and working extra hours on the weekend. Oh the things I do for Yoga!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling means I work 9:00AM to 10:30PM three days a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling keeps me from going home after the UROP or working really late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can swim between jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you calling is not as much fun...harder to make conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling keeps me busy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;HELP!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  What, oh, what should I do?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:29456</id>
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    <title>Texas!</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T20:08:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T20:12:57Z</updated>
    <category term="texas"/>
    <category term="vacation"/>
    <content type="html">I just spent over a week in Dallas, Texas visiting with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom flew down about 2 weeks before and went all over Texas visiting family.&amp;nbsp; She spent a week in Houston with her mommy and my cousins.&amp;nbsp; Then she spent a week with her step-mom and step-sister in San Antonio.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Aunt Sandy was with her just about the whole time&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's expecting a baby, I think it's due the first week in September.&amp;nbsp; I'm really excited for him (I still don't like her, but my mom says that she's growing up...I guess there's hope.&amp;nbsp; But in the mean-time, she's getting really fat!&amp;nbsp; and not just having-a-baby fat! hehe).&amp;nbsp; As is tradition with my family, the kid's getting a mural on the walls.&amp;nbsp; Nanny started it before Mommy got there (I think) and she didn't want to stand and reach on the wall, so they put it on a big canvas that they will hang up once it's done.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Apparently Mommy got a lot of work done on it.&amp;nbsp; She said that Hunter came over to help out--and that he did a &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;good job--and Kendyl came by to help keep her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and&amp;nbsp; I both flew in last Friday (June 28th).&amp;nbsp; Our flights were to arrive within 10 minutes of each other, but I missed mine...long story and I don't really wanna get into it right now--let's just say that (among other things) when I printed my boarding pass I didn't know that I wouldn't be able to get into the Athena Cluster and get it out of the printer!&amp;nbsp; At any rate, I missed my flight and had to catch stand by on a later one.&amp;nbsp; The one that I ended up choosing when I checked my bag was one that went through Chicago, but when I got to the gate the flight attendant told me that it would be better for me (shorter flight/no layover/no delays) if I took one that left about an hour later--it was a direct flight.&amp;nbsp; (It was also better for other people cause they were only going to Chicago.)&amp;nbsp; Because she could have gotten me on that flight she straight up booked me on the other one (yippie! no more stand by!).&amp;nbsp; I made it into Dallas around 530 (I think), but my luggage hadn't made it yet!&amp;nbsp; It was grounded in Chicago because of the storm that delayed the plane there.&amp;nbsp; The airline ended up delivering it to me the next morning...now my nice pink duffel bag is all dirty, but at least I had my clothes?&amp;nbsp; and Daddy didn't have to wait that extra &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; hours that my luggage took to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Aunt Sandy's Daddy took me by old houses...you can go &lt;a&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see awesome pictures of the house I was born at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the week visiting Mommy and Daddy's old friends...it was a lot of fun!&amp;nbsp; Bobby and Don took us to dinner (twice), Willie took us to breakfast and we went to see him play in his band, LeeRoy and his girl friend cooked us dinner.&amp;nbsp; Ok, we spend the entire week going from one meal to another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details in later posts...</content>
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    <title>Ah, Graduation Time...</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T16:07:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T16:07:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just saw a girl walking though the student center being followed by what I can only assume where here grandparents with a camera rolling.&amp;nbsp; That's right, they were filming her walk around campus and take care of stuff!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:29163</id>
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    <title>stupid people and thier e-mails!</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T16:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T16:59:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why the fuck do people create those silly auto respond e-mails for when you're out of town?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get the idea, you want to let people know that you're not around if they send you an e-mail, but the truth of the matter is that I dont want to fucking hear that you're out of the country.&amp;nbsp; I didnt send you an e-mail...I sent my message to a very public mailing list!&amp;nbsp; I dont care if your away from z e-mails!&amp;nbsp; I dont even fucking know you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in conclusion...every&amp;nbsp; idiot that I get an auto respond from gets this:&lt;br /&gt;moron!&lt;br /&gt;next time you create an auto respond you should take your self  off of all the fucking mailing lists that you're on! &lt;br /&gt; common decency mother fucker!&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:28889</id>
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    <title>help me!  help me!</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T19:39:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T19:39:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, so i'm writing a program/game thingy and i need a little help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the premise is that you are in a restaurant, but you dont know where you are.&amp;nbsp; you have to figure out a location based on the verbal interactions with your waiter/ress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so where i need a little help...I need to create a database of locations/wait-words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; = &amp;nbsp; one word&lt;br /&gt;welcome&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; = &amp;nbsp; simple greeting&lt;br /&gt;specials&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; = &amp;nbsp; food/drink&lt;br /&gt;take_order&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =  &lt;br /&gt;brb w/food&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;bring_food&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp; here is you 'order' type thing&lt;br /&gt;anyelse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;dessert&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp; want it? (y/n question)&lt;br /&gt;des_order&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp; taking dessert order&lt;br /&gt;bring_check&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; =&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you have any questions&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very very much!&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title> 37 Cents Says I Did NOT Break My Toe!</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T05:35:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T05:35:04Z</updated>
    <category term="toe!"/>
    <content type="html">A few weeks ago I was doing a little work on AlisonC’s bike in my room. Now this was really stupid for several reasons, the biggest because my room is quite small and second biggest was that I had several piles of class work piled around...oh, maybe I’ll post pictures today :) ...anyway, I was moving between working on the front of the bike and the back of it when I slid my chair over and sat on my foot...only the chair was kinda in between my foot and my butt at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I yelled, couldn’t breathe, Amrita ran in and cleaned &amp;amp; bandaged my toe, and then I went out to dinner and a move with Griffin. I was limping the whole time and Griffin and I bet 37 cents that my toe was/WAS NOT broken. It hurt for quite a while, but not too long and eventually I won—no broken toe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Anyway, here’s a picture of my not broken toe..."&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/SBVdOEg6d3I/AAAAAAAAABo/p7vu3pW5HhU/s320/100_1345.jpg" alt="" /&gt;See!  Not broken!  Just a little scar and bruised &amp;amp; swollen toe nail...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not icky, i swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:liz_factorial:28334</id>
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    <title> world's best end to the world's worst shift!</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T04:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T04:46:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TechCalling today sucked! i started the shift with about 7 declines from yesterday...yes, I got to call people that said they cannot/will not give this year yesterday. (there were also a few more later in the shift) but, yeah, it was evil...didnt even get to talk to people very much cause they were all "um, i just talked to someone yesterday" arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any rate, it got a lot better. I talked to this one woman who was really nice! she was a little "short" at first--her words, not mine--but we ended up taking for a good 15 mins and i'll be calling her back next week to get the pledge (she wanted to talk it over with her hubby first, and pick the right fund). and then! I called Daddy! &amp;lt;3 It was great :) (I love my daddy!) I hope it put him in a better mood, cause it totally made me feel better :) (and not just cause he gave me money! &amp;lt;3)</content>
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    <title>Best Internet Error Message EVER!!</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T05:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T05:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/R8T300D2yoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-VLu5Mlh_68/s1600-h/go+play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/R8T300D2yoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-VLu5Mlh_68/s400/go+play.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Negotiations.</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T15:35:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T15:35:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Negotiations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin and I do not fight.  We negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somewhere now.  He wants to sleep.  We go and he sleeps there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants his text book.  I want milk and a back rub.  He brings me milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cuddle.  He wants to shower.  We cuddle in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, this sounds like we compromise...I should be a little more clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not compromise. We negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the day of Thanksgiving Feed and I’ve slept at Random while Griffin was up all night as Nightwatch (getting paid to make sure the dorm doesn’t burn down during the night).  He came to bed at 8:30am and wanted to go to sleep.  I wanted to go to 4E and start cooking for the feed (I didn’t do anything the night before).  I had no faith that Griffin would come over for the feed when he woke up—ok, I had no faith that he would wake up in time for the feed on his own—so I wanted him to sleep in my room while I cooked and then be there when it was time for Deep-Fried Turkey Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to sleep right there, right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later we reached our terms:&lt;br /&gt;I would not tickle him until the end of IAP&lt;br /&gt;We would leave for 4E right away and he would sleep there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last week I acquired a Textbook for Griffin (long story short, he’s a dumbo who didn’t pay attention to Book Exchange to see that he could save over $50 and then was a lazy bum because he couldn’t be bothered to e-mail the guy that was selling it at the Exchange...at any rate, I took his money, bought the book, and brought it home with me-—that really wasn’t that short, was it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Thursday Griffin calls me asking when he can have his book.  I tell him when he brings me a gallon of milk and a back rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to take a nap...that boy needs a better sleep schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Terms:&lt;br /&gt;He brings me milk now.&lt;br /&gt;We postpone the back rub to the next time we see each other*&lt;br /&gt;We eat dinner &amp;amp; cuddle (I’m not even sure how this worked it’s way in)&lt;br /&gt;He naps (while I work) and takes his book home when he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cute if you think about it....we're both so stubborn that everything is a negotiation and neither of us just compromise without a ‘fight’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*For the Record:&lt;br /&gt;I did get that back rub the next time we saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I got a job!  I got a job!</title>
    <published>2008-02-21T07:31:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T07:31:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;actually, I now have 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;lt;insert happy dance here &amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;1st, I get to talk on the phone for 3 hours twice a week. Ok, so it's more like I listen to the thingy call numbers and wait for someone to pick up so that I can ask them for money :-) that's right people! I'm a TechCaller--watch out you alums...if I call you, you damn well better give me money! on your credit card! (apparently it's much, much cheaper than billing for checks...who knew that paper costs so much these days?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My first day was yesterday. I spent the first half of the shift listening to another girl call people and the second calling people. I got 2 people. No, not 2 pledges--2 people. The first one was sitting down to dinner (or putting the kids to bed, I don’t remember) and the second was a very little girl...I'm pretty sure that she didn’t speak English cause I definitely heard some Asian sounding words in there and she couldn’t understand anything but "Mommy"--at any rate, that call ended in me not even getting to talk to the alum :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh well, tonight I got rejected! I think it was 3 times! (not counting the thousands of answering machines that I got) silly alums who don’t wanna give money...who cares about the institvte--I want to win bonus prizes for getting people to give me money! :-) I work again Monday night, so we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other job that I got (just got this one the other day, so I don't know when I'll start) is helping out at the Science Club for Girls.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="a little bout the club..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Science Club for Girls was founded in 1994 by two &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; parents whose daughters were enrolled in public school, as a project of the Gender Equity Committee. Since then, it has grown to 5 school sites in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, one in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, a community center in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Lawrence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and two church sites in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Newton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Framingham&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. The mission of Science Club for Girls is to increase the self confidence and science literacy of youth from groups that are underrepresented in the sciences, by providing free programs in experiential learning, mentorship, and leadership opportunities. Girls work with mentor-scientists who model and foster leadership, affirms college as an expectation, and promotes careers in science and technology as goals and options.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There I get to work on "outreach events and special projects"...in other words I get to have fun with Family Science Kits and events at the Cambridge Science Festival.&amp;nbsp; But, the main thing that I will be doing is that I will have to help 'teach' science to kids...and by that I mean, I get to wonder around and help the volunteers help the kids, play with science experiments, and be the disciplinarian!&amp;nbsp; There shall be beatings!&amp;nbsp; (I wish)&amp;nbsp; Apparently the volunteers are too nice, so I get to be the bad guy and make those kids buck up&amp;nbsp; :-)&amp;nbsp; this'll be fun&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sides, who can say no to science experiments for 4th graders?!?!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>UROP Interview!</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T09:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T09:45:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I actually had an interview with Professor Roy (and another guy) day before yesterday for a Robotic Wheelchair UROP.&amp;nbsp; It went really well! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have quite the programing experience that they might want, but I've got a lot more enthusiasm than I expect that they where expecting.&amp;nbsp; I also _love_ talking to people and learning about what they like and how their minds work...which is what they really need at this point in time.&amp;nbsp; Right now they're in a very information gathering stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They work with an assisted living type facility where everyone has some sort of neurological disorder and is in a wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; The goal right now is to figure out what they would really want in a robotic wheelchair.&amp;nbsp; This means that I would get to talk to people!&amp;nbsp; I _really_ hope that I get it cause that would be so fun...getting to paid to talk to people&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's off to bed for me...night!</content>
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    <title>liz_factorial @ 2008-01-24T14:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T20:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T20:00:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;Apparently I have Planter Fasciitis...I just went to medical because my foot's been hurting when I walk for the past couple days. It got to the point where I couldn't really walk anymore. Arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="What the Fuck is That?"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;--------------------------&lt;a href="http://www.foot.com/info/cond_plantar_fasciitis.jsp"&gt;Planter Fasciitis&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definition&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Plantar Fasciitis is an inflammation caused by excessive stretching of the plantar fascia. The plantar fascia is a broad band of fibrous tissue which runs along the bottom surface of the foot, attaching at the bottom of the heel bone and extending to the forefoot. When the plantar fascia is excessively stretched, this can cause plantar fasciitis, which can also lead to heel pain, arch pain, and heel spurs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Cause&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Plantar Fasciitis often leads to heel pain, heel spurs, and/or arch pain. The excessive stretching of the plantar fascia that leads to the inflammation and discomfort can be caused by the following:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Over-pronation (flat feet) which results in the arch collapsing upon weight bearing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A foot with an unusually high arch &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A sudden increase in physical activity &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Excessive weight on the foot, usually attributed to obesity or pregnancy &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Improperly fitting footwear &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Over-pronation (flat feet) is the leading cause of plantar fasciitis. Over-pronation occurs in the walking process, when a person's arch collapses upon weight bearing, causing the plantar fascia to be stretched away from the heel bone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;With Plantar Fasciitis, the bottom of your foot usually hurts near the inside of the foot where the heel and arch meet. The pain is often acute either first thing in the morning or after a long rest, because while resting the plantar fascia contracts back to its original shape. As the day progresses and the plantar fascia continues to be stretched, the pain often subsides.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plantar-fasciitis.org/images/plantar_fasciitis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.plantar-fasciitis.org/images/plantar_fasciitis.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;--------------------------&lt;a href="http://www.foot.com/info/cond_plantar_fasciitis.jsp"&gt;Planter Fasciitis&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the doctor is sure that this is why my &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;foot is hurting, but now that I started reading up on it I'm not really sure. The information all seems to say that the pain is not so much where my pain is. I mean, I do have some pain in the heal, but most of it is on the outside of my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/R5jpyDR_n3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jZtJOscceXE/s1600-h/foot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_igsOKLl_wG8/R5jpyDR_n3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jZtJOscceXE/s320/foot.bmp" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way that I figure it, I'll do what the doctor says--it's not like it'll be too hard/have bad side effects. I'll wear the tennis shoes with the heal cushion-thingys and do the foot/calf stretches. The hard thing is that I'm not supposed to do 'strenuous' stuff--ie. I can't walk long distances. I have to ride a bike when I want to go to Random! arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll work out...but I won't be giving up my shoes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tools!</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T20:21:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T20:22:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizandmit.blogspot.com/2008/01/tools.html"&gt;I got tools!  I got tools!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>ever do Tequila shots with your mom?</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T22:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T04:47:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I do!&amp;nbsp; All the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't - your mom is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blueeverglades.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img width="17" height="17" src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: bottom; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueeverglades.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blueeverglades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; took pictures at every step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizandmit.blogspot.com/2008/01/tequila-and-science-what-could-make-day.html"&gt;I win at Tequila!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Unknown LJ tag]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>What Happened to the Witch Trials?</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T02:12:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T02:13:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">The next day (that would be Thursday, December 28, 2007) we meet up with Fish and Alisonc for breakfast/lunch at that old place next to Quincy market . . . that one Amy took Alisonc and I too—one of you will have to give me the name at some point—or it might be in one of those pictures . . . oh well, too lazy to look right now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway—after that we went out to Salem and did some touristing there.  It was fun!  Mommy was disappointed by the fact that she didn't get to see the Gallo (that place where they put the witches before they hung them) and anything else that actually had anything to do with that whole “She’s a witch! She’s a witch!” nonsense.  It was all good though, cause we did get to see some histarical stuff . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Salem we drove down to Back Bay and Amy met us at one of my favorite restaurants—Addis Red Sea.  It’s an Ethiopian joint that’s kinda in the basement, but really it’s kinda huge—strange how a place downstairs can have it’s own downstairs!  It was (like always) delicious.  Once we where all “full” from dinner the six of us piled into Fish’s five person car and went to Tosci’s for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And . . . as always . . . there are pictures on my &lt;a href="http://lizandmit.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened-to-witch-trials.html"&gt;For The Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still really bummed that Daddy wasn’t supper happy with it, some how we need to figure out a way for the rest of us to eat slower . . . any advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we will have to try it again next time they come out  :-)</content>
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