<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675</id><updated>2012-02-17T19:52:24.464-08:00</updated><category term='San Diego'/><category term='wedding planning'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='job'/><category term='mason jars'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='places'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='teen induces miscarriage'/><category term='school'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>andrea.verlie</title><subtitle type='html'>life is too important to be taken so seriously...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7967087858939042487</id><published>2012-02-17T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:51:23.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>2 w's....work and wedding!</title><content type='html'>So the last two weeks have been quite the change of pace for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at X94 was much more emotional than I thought. I cried the last time I read the news and totally broke down on the air. I really do miss my coworkers, but I am loving the 6:30 alarm instead of 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the new job:&amp;nbsp;Now I work at TriCounty Health Department, working with Uintah and Dagget School Districts updating their tobacco use policy and starting up youth groups. The first week consisted of a ton of reading, and this week I've actually been able to go out and talk to people. I've been drawn to jobs where I get to interact with the public on a regular basis and this one is right up my alley. My new co-workers are fabulous, and the benefits are pretty awesome too :) It's been a little strange going through my whole day without taking a nap. It's amazing how productive I am! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been able to get some wedding stuff done too. We've confirmed a hotel block in San Diego, we found our photographers (yay!) and we have a food tasting scheduled when we go to San Diego next month. A lot done, but still a TON more to actually get done! And let's not forget I haven't even started looking for my dress.&amp;nbsp;I know I should be more excited about that, but I'm behind on actually starting to lose weight so I'm putting that off until I absolutely have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone has a great, fantastic weekend! This felt like a big mix of subjects for a blog, but this is what you get when I'm sitting home on&amp;nbsp;a Friday night ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7967087858939042487?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7967087858939042487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7967087858939042487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7967087858939042487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7967087858939042487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/02/2-wswork-and-wedding.html' title='2 w&apos;s....work and wedding!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6997167460133592319</id><published>2012-01-28T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:27:56.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mason jars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>A little bit of DIY</title><content type='html'>I have never realized how &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; a wedding could be until I actually started planning mine. Shaun and I are extremely lucky that my mom is helping us with the majority of the San Diego ceremony, but since most our friends and my family are back in Vernal we are planning a reception here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point of all of that is I'm trying to find decor that can be used in both places, and oh my, that is difficult! Again, I'm lucky that I have an extremely crafty sister who can sew and help me with all of this because I am not crafty at all! And then I discovered the awesome world of Pinterest and it seems like a less daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few ideas I have for the wedding. Our reception will be at this awesome restaurant so I want to keep things to a minimum because the view is just awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejgG4lQ8zDU/TyQRf5sKelI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lo0gCO3VBUQ/s1600/rosette+bib+necklace+tutorial+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejgG4lQ8zDU/TyQRf5sKelI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lo0gCO3VBUQ/s320/rosette+bib+necklace+tutorial+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bouquet! Well, technically this is a necklace but I think you see where I'm going. I love flowers, but I love the idea of keeping my bouquet for my daughter (one day) even more! These seems super simple and I'm actually going to try my hand at this today. Wish me luck! Another thing I love about this is all the bridesmaids can personalize them and keep them as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-EItNzXTJejg/TyQRiK_ay9I/AAAAAAAAAok/-ng7djzxpZM/s1600/pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EItNzXTJejg/TyQRiK_ay9I/AAAAAAAAAok/-ng7djzxpZM/s320/pic1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another thing I'm loving-mason jars! I'm also into this vintage-feel and I would love to incorporate it into the wedding. I love the lace over it. And, again, SUPER simple! Well, at least I hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qWDJ3wihDc/TyQRkce3gLI/AAAAAAAAAos/aPrp1YU-E68/s1600/bottle+for+candle+082.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/-3qWDJ3wihDc/TyQRkce3gLI/AAAAAAAAAos/aPrp1YU-E68/s1600/bottle+for+candle+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is anyone seeing a trend here? Mason jars galore! And books! I'm such a nerd and want, almost need, to fit books into my wedding. Shaun's basically letting me do whatever I want so yay :)&amp;nbsp; I saw a couple bouquets made from book pages, but that takes WAY too much time and I definitely don't have the patience for this. &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;Okay, now the big question is how to fit all these ideas into a beach theme?! I'm sure vintage-beach is possible, but unless I see a picture of it I have a hard time believing it exists. Guess it's time to get DIY'ing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6997167460133592319?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6997167460133592319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6997167460133592319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6997167460133592319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6997167460133592319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-diy.html' title='A little bit of DIY'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejgG4lQ8zDU/TyQRf5sKelI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lo0gCO3VBUQ/s72-c/rosette+bib+necklace+tutorial+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2724862741091703779</id><published>2012-01-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:53:25.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to a Hero</title><content type='html'>Officer Jared Francom was laid to rest yesterday and Shaun and I were able to attend the funeral. I've attended many funerals for family members, but I have never experienced any funeral quite like this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know this man, but what struck me the most was how much Officer Francom and Shaun had in common. I kept looking around me at the thousands of officers packed in the building, and it's probably one of the only times I'll ever see an officer cry. I couldn't stop staring at my ring, thinking one day I could be the wife sitting in the front row with my two small children. It's a thought that crosses every police/military/firefighter wife-one night your loved one might not come home. But Officer Francom died doing what he loved, and I know if anything ever happens to Shaun, he will be doing something that matters and something that he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRnGcrscWXw/Tw-Mwg9xRQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xHaWzI5Dtfg/s1600/IMG_1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRnGcrscWXw/Tw-Mwg9xRQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xHaWzI5Dtfg/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-XoWzPvE_g/Tw-M1jQgZ5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8Unf0FP5ZaU/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-XoWzPvE_g/Tw-M1jQgZ5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/8Unf0FP5ZaU/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2fXS9TSk0/Tw-M8O93G-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/9GwRkfdf5cA/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2fXS9TSk0/Tw-M8O93G-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/9GwRkfdf5cA/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gejEFPib7uI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2724862741091703779?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2724862741091703779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2724862741091703779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2724862741091703779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2724862741091703779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/01/farewell-to-hero.html' title='Farewell to a Hero'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRnGcrscWXw/Tw-Mwg9xRQI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xHaWzI5Dtfg/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7306715096677209372</id><published>2012-01-09T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:18:44.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>"So how old is your baby?"</title><content type='html'>I think it's some sort of requirement when you leave home and move out the first time that you gain a good 10 or 15 pounds. And then, following every move after that, you are alloted an additional 5 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved around A LOT since graduation, and all the nights I was too tired to cook or exercise caught up with me. I decided I was done with the weight thing since last year I started weight watchers and lost around 12 pounds. I was super proud of myself, finally felt good about wearing clothes again, I didn't feel awful being seen in a bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that sounds horrible, but it was actually a great thing. I had finally found a guy I felt completely comfortable around and so when I gained back a few pounds, I didn't feel a strong urge to race back to the gym. And with our crazy work schedules, I decided it was more important to sit around the house, watching the Food Network with him then go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year I was around 139. This year...add about 15 pounds :(&amp;nbsp; And I realize that I'm just a few pounds over my 'recommended body weight' and while I really have nothing big to bitch about, one thing, well actually 2 things, have caused a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On two seperate occassions within a week of the other, I was asked if I was &lt;em&gt;pregnant&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is probably the worst thing you can say to a girl who &lt;strong&gt;isn't&lt;/strong&gt; pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the people that asked me this weren't being mean or hurtful. This first lady I see at hearings a lot but never really have had a full blown conversation with her. We were sitting around waiting for the hearing to start, and she made the comment about how I didn't look pregnant &lt;em&gt;anymore &lt;/em&gt;and was wondering how old my baby was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike one to the ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worse. Being asked if you're pregnant, or having to tell them that in fact, no, you're not pregnant. Just fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few days. My fiance and I were eating breakfast at Betty's and I saw an old teacher from jr. high. I was excited to talk to her and after giving her a hug the first thing she says is. "I can see you're doing great. You're married and expecting a baby...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike two to the ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently any weight I gain goes straight to my lower belly...making me look like I'm about 4 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between these two incidents, and after reading one of my friend's amazing blog, I am determined to lose this extra weight. I refuse to be one of those women who look back on their wedding day pictures and complain about how fat and ugly they look. Not. Gonna. Happen. And I also know that it will better for my health and all that stuff. But honestly, you want a woman to lose weight, tell her she has 8 months until her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7306715096677209372?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7306715096677209372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7306715096677209372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7306715096677209372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7306715096677209372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-how-old-is-your-baby.html' title='&quot;So how old is your baby?&quot;'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-380199733267205695</id><published>2012-01-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T08:25:21.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>8 more months...</title><content type='html'>It feels like just yesterday Shaun was proposing, and now we only have 8 months until the big day and I feel like I've done &lt;strong&gt;nothing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not really true. I've logged countless hours online looking up wedding colors, dress styles, centerpieces, photographers, and wedding favors. But as far as actually starting anything, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things planned out in my mind that I would &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;to be in our wedding, but we'll see if it actually happens.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I thought I would give a sneek peak into some things I would &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;at our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nta128Ezyqo/Twm_nKrwrtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZD1DlDlpa2Y/s1600/dress1.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/-Nta128Ezyqo/Twm_nKrwrtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZD1DlDlpa2Y/s1600/dress1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this dress at David's Bridal, and of course, it's almost $300 over my planned budget :/&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if I'll let Shaun see the actual dress I pick before the wedding, but I have been asking his opinion. He wants me to be in something form-fitting, which worries me because I've been a huge fan of my body shape (but I guess most women feel that way too). But we'll see....OH! On a side note, all you married ladies, when do you start looking for a dress??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziCWxx_yl_I/TwnCSPqXv9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/uxokUDLJhBc/s1600/inspiration.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziCWxx_yl_I/TwnCSPqXv9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/uxokUDLJhBc/s320/inspiration.bmp" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And now, the wedding colors....I'm in love with the red and teal! I think it will be perfect for our beach ceremony and then our reception. I'm so so SO excited about this! I think the hardest part will be finding just the right shade of red and teal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's honestly all we really have set in stone so far. We do have the reception location, but I think I'll keep that a surprise a little bit more ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-380199733267205695?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/380199733267205695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=380199733267205695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/380199733267205695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/380199733267205695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-more-months.html' title='8 more months...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nta128Ezyqo/Twm_nKrwrtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZD1DlDlpa2Y/s72-c/dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1653761936806080722</id><published>2012-01-05T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:32:39.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Nightmare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today has been an emotional day for law enforcement around the state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While serving a search warrant last night, the suspect opened fire on the strike force members, hitting six of them, and killing one, Ogden Officer Jared Francom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know Officer Francom, but my fiance did. He worked with him during his Ogden days. I know nothing about this officer other than his name, the agency he worked for, and that he left behind a wife and two little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a newbie in the law enforcement family and this is my first real experience with a loss of this magnitude. I can't even imagine what his wife is going through tonight. This is every police wife's absolute nightmare. We send our loved ones out every night to protect the streets of our cities, and we know there is a risk they may not come home. We try not to think about that risk, but it's always there in the back of our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officer Jared Francom was killed in the line of duty and from what his family has said about him, he died doing something he loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP Officer Jared Francom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of Watch: January 5, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 246px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694356521356779682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6tdLffXfug/TwZrFg_mYKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xre5yhzLHVU/s320/francom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odmp.org/officer/21078-agent-jared-francom"&gt;http://www.odmp.org/officer/21078-agent-jared-francom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1653761936806080722?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1653761936806080722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1653761936806080722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1653761936806080722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1653761936806080722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My Worst Nightmare...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6tdLffXfug/TwZrFg_mYKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xre5yhzLHVU/s72-c/francom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-575325459774602510</id><published>2011-12-29T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:25:30.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry 'Smith'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5r6ckRJUlyk/Tv0f9sLy5zI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XYo7SV1d5bY/s1600/editwinterize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691740648759289650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5r6ckRJUlyk/Tv0f9sLy5zI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XYo7SV1d5bY/s320/editwinterize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UttROjZPqy0/Tv0f9LLNgwI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qlWocGE2Osg/s1600/me%2Band%2Bpups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 215px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691740639898469122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UttROjZPqy0/Tv0f9LLNgwI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qlWocGE2Osg/s320/me%2Band%2Bpups.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This holiday was definitely a crash course into the "Life of a Law Enforcement Wife".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did Shaun work Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, but he worked Christmas Day AND will be working New Years Eve and most likely Valentine's Day. Yay for us :/   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite him working every major holiday since we've been together, this has been an amazing year and a fantastic Christmas :)  It's crazy to think how much has changed in the past year, but that will be another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas and will have a great New Years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-575325459774602510?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/575325459774602510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=575325459774602510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/575325459774602510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/575325459774602510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-smithmas.html' title='Merry &apos;Smith&apos;mas'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5r6ckRJUlyk/Tv0f9sLy5zI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XYo7SV1d5bY/s72-c/editwinterize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-367564593268498063</id><published>2011-12-02T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:40:00.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Toby makes 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this may be the most difficult blog to write. Like physically difficult. It's not easy to type when a pomeranian is laying on your lap, trying to paw your computer, and lick your arm all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. We got another dog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfe2gM9FPJc/TtmZdjpU_eI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3SCHlLeISAE/s1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 290px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681741137968430562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfe2gM9FPJc/TtmZdjpU_eI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3SCHlLeISAE/s320/edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, according to Shaun's boss, it's not "manly" to have a pom when you're a cop, so &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;got another dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we had been talking about getting another dog as a friend for Murphy and my friend was giving one of her dogs away and we got him! His name is Toby. He's about a year and a half and he is such a sweet dog! I'm used to Murphy, who loves to lay down and cuddle with me, and Toby is sooo not like that! He was a ton of energy, and he'll cuddle, just not for very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfe2gM9FPJc/TtmZdjpU_eI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3SCHlLeISAE/s1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PGGSe1ttDc/TtmZdwYhAEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/VlbMRH0R4Ps/s1600/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 275px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681741141387575362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PGGSe1ttDc/TtmZdwYhAEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/VlbMRH0R4Ps/s320/myboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PGGSe1ttDc/TtmZdwYhAEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/VlbMRH0R4Ps/s1600/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1PGGSe1ttDc/TtmZdwYhAEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/VlbMRH0R4Ps/s1600/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-367564593268498063?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/367564593268498063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=367564593268498063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/367564593268498063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/367564593268498063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-toby-makes-4.html' title='...and Toby makes 4!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfe2gM9FPJc/TtmZdjpU_eI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3SCHlLeISAE/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4956060253070347798</id><published>2011-11-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T19:28:34.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>SanDiego2o11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GakJvPGG8Wk/TryO-AZUXSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ltTUiArcJXw/s1600/IMG_7375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673566826489208098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GakJvPGG8Wk/TryO-AZUXSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ltTUiArcJXw/s320/IMG_7375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQhjLD-9Kv8/TryO94l53cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g2WxgxFW3HY/s1600/shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673566824394513858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQhjLD-9Kv8/TryO94l53cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g2WxgxFW3HY/s320/shadows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ-ZNSKTYwA/TryNS9XTYOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vWdbIzZOSDc/s1600/beach3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ-ZNSKTYwA/TryNS9XTYOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vWdbIzZOSDc/s1600/beach3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673564987429445858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ-ZNSKTYwA/TryNS9XTYOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vWdbIzZOSDc/s320/beach3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started planning a trip for my birthday back in May, but then in turned into a birthday slash wedding planning trip. Either way, it was a much needed vacation and we cannot wait to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaun, Lisa and I stayed in Vegas on the way down there, and then we met up with Tyson at the hotel the next day. The resort was amazing! We used my mom's timeshare and I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who goes to San Diego should purchase a Go-Card. We went to the Safari Park, Legoland, and when kayaking for like $100 a person, which seems like a lot but when you break it down it's a great deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ArFSC-fSOo/TryNSqArBYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PSTdvkkmtc4/s1600/sd1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673564982234252674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ArFSC-fSOo/TryNSqArBYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PSTdvkkmtc4/s320/sd1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a few wedding details worked out (like where the reception will be and what cupcakes we are ordering), but other than that we didn't get as much done as I was hoping. I guess that means we will have to make another trip in March or April ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, can I just tell you that watching all these wedding shows on TV is so much more fun when you're actually getting married?! My new favorite is "Four Weddings" on TLC. The whole time we've been planning our wedding I keep thinking what the other 'guest brides' would say, and then try to fix the issues. Weird, I know. 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I honestly never thought I would meet the man of my dreams in Vernal. I had pretty much given up on dating after my last 2 dating disasters in the Basin, but apparently when you give up is when you find what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up and explain for a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been dating a guy for a few months, but things didn't work out and we both realized we weren't the best for each other. A mutual friend said we were good together, but not great, and that's the truth. I'll never have anything bad to say about him and I'm grateful for the time we spent together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a week (yes, a week) after we broke up, X94 held our fights (we usually have about 3 or 4 a year). I was finally starting to feel better about life, but still didn't want a relationship. We usually have Vernal City Police patrol the grandstands just to keep everyone in check.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I met Shaun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably only talked about 5 or 10 minutes that whole night, but I was pretty smitten. A couple days later he found me on Facebook, because no modern day love story would be complete without a Facebook factor. I was heartbroken to see he had a girlfriend because that was just my luck. Well, I'll admit I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl that started talking to a guy with a girlfriend and that was probably the best choice I ever made! He broke up with her a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We texted everyday for like a week, and then when I came back from a visit to see my brother in San Francisco, we went on our first date. And the rest is history :)  He will never let me live down when he tried to kiss me the first time-I turned my head  haha  In my defense I wanted "romance" and the Subway parking lot did not seem romantic enough. So he waited for another week and then we kissed when we were walking around the lake :)  See, much better story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the 'engagement story'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun and I were spending the weekend in Salt Lake to meet his mom and step dad, and on the way we stopped at Bridal Veil Falls in Provo Canyon. I love love love waterfalls and have always wanted to hike up to the base. I looked online and it said the trail was steep and rocky, but it was only 15 minutes so it was manageable. So we start climbing up this steep, rocky part and, oh my hell, it was torture! We had Murphy with us and he kept sliding down, rocks were falling, we were gross and sweaty, and it was hot! Well, about 15 minutes into the hike we can see the water....and then we cross the actual trail. The 'rocky' part was gravel and it was so steep my 92 year old Grandma would maybe be winded going up it. Yeah, we took the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we get to the base and are just standing under the water trying to cool off. Shaun tries to hug me and, again, I shut him down because I'm so hot and gross I don't want anything touching me. So he goes in the hug again and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The water is really cold, and there are people around, so I don't want to get down on my knee, but   WILL YOU MARRY ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  I just laughed and said of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will give him points that when we got out of the cold, rocky water he did get down on one knee and asked again :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is our meeting and engagement story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the wedding for September 6, 2012 in San Diego. So now the next year will consist of blogging about wedding colors, dresses, favors, and all the fun stuff that comes with weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIpzXcaU8lc/TprqTvFh8gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/TqVfZ43gc3M/s1600/fixed%2Bpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIpzXcaU8lc/TprqTvFh8gI/AAAAAAAAAkA/TqVfZ43gc3M/s320/fixed%2Bpicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664097106149896706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqAxevGWOC0/TprqTwSE8EI/AAAAAAAAAkM/zo9ygpa6ycM/s1600/shaun%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back"&lt;br /&gt;- Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's amazing how many things can change in one, short month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm no longer unemployed (yipee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the first time I can remember, I'm in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal and healthy&lt;/span&gt; relationship with a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact I'm living in Vernal, I'm actually happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the job...&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY love it!! For anyone not in the Vernal area, I'm the News Director for Channel X94. It is such a blast! I'm actually using my degree and gaining so much more experience than at the "other" station. The morning show is amazing :)  My co-workers are amazing :)  The only downside is getting up at 4:00 am every weekday, but that is why God invented coffee, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the guy...&lt;br /&gt;Since I started dating, I have picked the absolute worst people for me. I've called myself the Queen of Bad Relationships for such a long time I didn't think I would ever know what a good relationship looked life if it slapped me in the face! It took a couple of months before I stopped thinking he would turn out like the rest of them and actually begin to calm down and trust him. I'm not making any predictions about what could happen. Right now I'm just enjoying the relationship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, life in Vernal...&lt;br /&gt;The last month my life has been very boring, very simple, but it's exactly what I need right now. I go to work, come home, see the boyfriend if he's not at work, then go to bed. There's no real drama. No fighting. No bs. It's great! I know it won't last forever so, again, I'm just enjoying what I have going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years ago when I was getting ready to graduate high school, or even 2 years ago when I was living in San Diego, if someone had told me I would be back in Vernal, working in radio, I would have told them they were insane. I've never really had my life plan mapped out, but I was always positive it would never take me back to Vernal. Vernal is the one place I never wanted to be, but it's turning out to be one of the best decisions I've made. This is definitely not the path I ever planned on taking, but I'm hoping that it will lead me somewhere amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/455840766069423675-8329096782036159016?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8329096782036159016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8329096782036159016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8329096782036159016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8329096782036159016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-book-of-life-answers-arent-in-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7240866242536668263</id><published>2011-01-11T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:13:22.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sure most people have heard the quote, "When one chapter ends, another begins."&lt;br /&gt;That's how 2011 feels for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time the last few weeks reading my old blogs and digging up my old journals. It's amazing to go back just a few years and see how much things have changed, but then to also see that some things haven't changed all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a new year, a new chapter, so no more looking back for me. I've spent too many years thinking about all the "what ifs" in life and how my life "could have" turned out. Well I'm done. Certain situations and certain relationships didn't work out for a reason (some I've figured out while others I'm sure I will never know the answer) but they all served a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a month since I was laid off and I haven't really panicked or freaked out as much as I thought I would. Until last week that is. That's when all the tears and the "what the hell am I doing with my life" started to pour out. It sucked, but I figured it would happen eventually so it wasn't a big shocker. For once I was thankful that I lived at home with my mother, because if I had actual bills to pay I'm sure the freak out would have been much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sort of interview tomorrow with another company and I'm really hoping for some good news from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not really sure how to end this, but another quote comes to mind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step." -Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's to the start of a new journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/455840766069423675-7240866242536668263?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7240866242536668263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7240866242536668263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7240866242536668263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7240866242536668263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yearnew-beginnings.html' title='New Year...New Beginnings'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2891374476130117237</id><published>2010-12-01T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:13:00.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2891374476130117237?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2891374476130117237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2891374476130117237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2891374476130117237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2891374476130117237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6989081427814722106</id><published>2010-07-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:24:18.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me, knows how bad I've wanted a dog the last few years. Well, here he is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/TH76H7BqNwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rCjT7sToSiU/s1600/murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/TH76H7BqNwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rCjT7sToSiU/s320/murphy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512118007958746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Murphy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture the first day I had him. He had just gotten done playing in the canal by my house and was wet, and dirty, and couldn't have been happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so much fun!! He loves to carry around his squeaky toys, but he loves this little rubber chicken the most. It's hilarious. He's a big fan of jumping on my bed and cuddling too :)  But only for like a min then he lays at the bottom of my bed hanging out  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanted to introduce my little Murphy *aka Murph-Dog, Murphalicious, Smurf, Smurfalicious, and Fuzz Ball (my mom's name for him)  to the blogging world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6989081427814722106?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6989081427814722106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6989081427814722106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6989081427814722106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6989081427814722106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/07/murphy.html' title='Murphy'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/TH76H7BqNwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/rCjT7sToSiU/s72-c/murphy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5523097777538936044</id><published>2010-07-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:53:45.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is harder than I thought...</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 months since I've posted anything, and about 2 months since I've been in Vernal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that this was the best decision I ever made and I don't regret it for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew moving back wouldn't be easy, but I didn't realize just how difficult it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 good things have come from this move, however.&lt;br /&gt;1-I FINALLY got a dog :)  His name is Murphy and he's a 1 year old Shih Tzu. He's so stinking cute and I love having him.&lt;br /&gt;2-I'M DEBT FREE  :) :)   That's pretty awesome, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I will be able to make it through the next year without pulling out my hair or being committed...Right now I'm just trying to take it one day at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5523097777538936044?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5523097777538936044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5523097777538936044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5523097777538936044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5523097777538936044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-harder-than-i-thought.html' title='This is harder than I thought...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5457589428536103716</id><published>2010-04-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:24:03.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Big Adventure</title><content type='html'>I'm about to say something I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;thought I would say in my lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving back to Vernal. I decided to take the job at KVEL/KLCY as a sales consultant so come May 17 I'll be back in Vernal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm glad I'll be so close to my family again, I'm still sad to be leaving Salt Lake. To be honest, I'm more upset about leaving my apartment than anything else (even though it's tiny and feels like a sauna at times, I still love it!). I haven't lived in Vernal since I was in high school and I already know I'm in for a big adjustment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this move is only for a couple of years (I realize lots of people probably say that, but I'm sticking with the 2 year limit!!!) and then it's back out to the city! I miss San Diego so so so much and that's where I want to be, but right now it just isn't a good idea. In 2 years I'll have more radio experience, a lot of money saved up (the benefit of living with your Mom ;)  and maybe even a new car paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 3 weeks are going to be super busy for me! I'm going out to Vernal this weekend to get things ready for all my stuff, then my Dad has his surgery on May 4...Then that weekend I'll come back out to Vernal to bring more stuff and help my Dad, then back out to Salt Lake only to move on May  16. And let's not forget work and packing in between all of this.&lt;br /&gt; Just so much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5457589428536103716?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5457589428536103716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5457589428536103716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5457589428536103716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5457589428536103716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/04/next-big-adventure.html' title='Next Big Adventure'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4631332422660829279</id><published>2010-04-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:36:47.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So March has come and gone, and I am REALLY behind on my blog! Ooops...It was just as good as I hoped it would be :) Some highlights from March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's 64th Birthday!! He's getting OLD! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini weekend trip to Mesquite with some friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jake's big 23rd Birthday!! (Which only consisted of The Mayan and a couple drinks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A very quick trip to San Diego (boy do I miss it down there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of relaxing and reading amazing books! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Britni's 21st Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8OdzL0SjZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y5I_2HUPYFM/s1600/Mesquite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380675974172050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8OdzL0SjZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y5I_2HUPYFM/s320/Mesquite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few of us heading to the hot tub &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Odyqh8VJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yIYwwIbvGHk/s1600/Jake23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380667038848146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Odyqh8VJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yIYwwIbvGHk/s320/Jake23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc7c52joI/AAAAAAAAAi8/scaQkPR15TM/s1600/girlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379718488231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc7c52joI/AAAAAAAAAi8/scaQkPR15TM/s320/girlies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls on Britni's 21st!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc7M_Gr2I/AAAAAAAAAi0/d33VJ87u5x0/s1600/Shaner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379714215292770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc7M_Gr2I/AAAAAAAAAi0/d33VJ87u5x0/s320/Shaner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Shaner hanging out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc6nlDXUI/AAAAAAAAAis/BJ6pa4a5DV8/s1600/Rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379704173911362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc6nlDXUI/AAAAAAAAAis/BJ6pa4a5DV8/s320/Rocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock Star! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc6BDhSYI/AAAAAAAAAik/X0BVUMQdX9A/s1600/Ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379693832718722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc6BDhSYI/AAAAAAAAAik/X0BVUMQdX9A/s320/Ocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh how I've missed this view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc5y_vmCI/AAAAAAAAAic/qFaxIpCmNL8/s1600/In+N+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459379690058782754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8Oc5y_vmCI/AAAAAAAAAic/qFaxIpCmNL8/s320/In+N+Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best things in the world in one picture....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things in April have started off really well too. Work is going pretty good now that I'm down to 2 jobs(peace out RL!!) and I even have a job offer...IN VERNAL!!  That decision is going to take some time to think over, but I'll let everyone know what's going on as soon as I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad has a doctor's appointment next week to FINALLY schedule surgery and be done with this whole cancer thing. We're all so relieved that they caught the cancer in the early stages, otherwise I'd probably be a disaster!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, like usual, my life is pretty simple and boring :)  I'll update next time something exciting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-4631332422660829279?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4631332422660829279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4631332422660829279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4631332422660829279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4631332422660829279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-behind.html' title='A little behind...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S8OdzL0SjZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y5I_2HUPYFM/s72-c/Mesquite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3897447918082734586</id><published>2010-03-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:47:20.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though it's only the 2nd of March, things this month seem to be improving :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my Dad's tests came back good and the cancer hasn't spread &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt; :) :)  I was joking around with my Dad saying I bet no one has ever been more grateful for a case of diverticulitis than he is since that's how we caught it :)  He probably wouldn't have gotten an exam for another year at least and by then it could have been &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to start working the front desk at my internship for the next 4-6 weeks while the receptionist recovers from surgery, which means more $ and more experience :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My credit card is slowly, but surely, getting closer to being paid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every day is one day closer to summer :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess there is some light at the end of the tunnel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-3897447918082734586?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3897447918082734586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3897447918082734586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3897447918082734586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3897447918082734586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2059227322345659371</id><published>2010-02-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:05:36.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S4HteOsvZNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wl674J6JrSA/s1600-h/Note_to_self__just_breathe_by_Holly2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S4HteOsvZNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wl674J6JrSA/s320/Note_to_self__just_breathe_by_Holly2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440890928437880018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a great reminder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've seen the world as 'glass-half-empty' and I hate it. I get so stressed and overwhelmed I feel like I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think if I just take the time to stop and breathe, things will get better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Side note: My dad's scans all came back clean so that means the cancer hasn't spread!! :) :)  I was so relieved to hear that, but I know I'm not going to stop worrying until he's completely cancer free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/455840766069423675-2059227322345659371?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2059227322345659371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2059227322345659371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2059227322345659371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2059227322345659371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self:'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S4HteOsvZNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wl674J6JrSA/s72-c/Note_to_self__just_breathe_by_Holly2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4010047371034898203</id><published>2010-02-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:20:22.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This seems to be my theme song lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUF0aPJezvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/BUF0aPJezvo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;It makes her feel close.&lt;br /&gt;Makes her smile it's like he's with her almost&lt;br /&gt;Til the tears take over&lt;br /&gt;She's still in hell but she tells herself&lt;br /&gt;She's ready to let him go&lt;br /&gt;Cause that makes her feel close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To saying goodbye, getting on with her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe give love another try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One More Try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-4010047371034898203?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4010047371034898203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4010047371034898203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4010047371034898203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4010047371034898203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/02/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7616087569666142711</id><published>2010-02-12T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:12:07.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...To everyone for all the support this week. Words can't describe how grateful I am knowing I have such good friends that are here for me. Every message, text, phone call I got lifted my spirits and showed me that things will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7616087569666142711?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7616087569666142711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7616087569666142711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7616087569666142711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7616087569666142711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8092192577743882282</id><published>2010-02-10T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:27:08.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to sugar coat it or beat around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were with him when he got his test results back and, even though we all knew that's what the doctor would say, it still knocked the wind out of me when he said "positive for prostate cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday seemed like 5 days crammed into one. No one wants to discuss wills and funeral plans before they've even had a bowl of cereal, but that's how my day started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know prostate cancer is extremely treatable, but it still scares the hell out of me that I could lose my Dad. What gets me the most (and this may sound ridiculous) is that he may not be around to walk me down the isle. Call me selfish, but when I start thinking about that is when the heaviest tears start coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how advance the cancer is, but he did a bone yesterday and will get the results on Friday. The waiting is what's killing me. We know it's cancer and now we want to get it taken care of, but we can't yet. It's maddening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8092192577743882282?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8092192577743882282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8092192577743882282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8092192577743882282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8092192577743882282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dad-has-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4851365478521207881</id><published>2010-02-01T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:26:19.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a broken compass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I started on a well beaten path. I had ideas about where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do so I began my journey. But then somehow, somewhere along the way, things got messed up and now I’m lost in the middle of the woods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’ve tried looking for ways out &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does moss grow on the North or South side? I can never remember. And isn’t the Big Dipper supposed to point a certain direction? See why I’m lost in the wilderness?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but then I end up farther into the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tried just sitting and waiting for help to arrive, but that didn’t seem very productive so I stood up and just started walking. Then I got tired, took a nap and hoped I would wake up from a very bad dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That didn’t work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am lost, scared, lonely, and tired with no daylight in sight and all I can wonder is, “How did I get here and how do I get out?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-4851365478521207881?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4851365478521207881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4851365478521207881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4851365478521207881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4851365478521207881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-broken-compass.html' title='I feel like a broken compass...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2021041453966450816</id><published>2010-01-20T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:26:26.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life:  Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"It's a big girl world now. Full of big girl things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And everyday, I wish I was small."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Lyrics by Kendall Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I haven't had a lot of time to update on my life overall, so I figured today would be as good as any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We'll start with work...I'm so lucky that I get to watch Tyge again. He's changed so much in the last two years but it's great being back in his life. I love that family and love being a part of it. I still work at Red Lobster. It's not a horrible job, just not one I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;School...ahhh school. I think I developed an ulcer from this semester. After working my butt off and living off coffee, I got a 3.3 GPA. Not too bad, but apparently not good enough for one of my professors who said she would write me a letter of rec and then said her letter would say I wasn't ready for grad school. WTF?!  She also told me this 48 hours before the application was due so I was basically screwed. I'm still going to apply for the Master of Public Health program so I guess I'll just have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I started an internship at the Summit County Health Department today. So far, so good! And when I got there today my supervisor told me I would be getting paid starting Feb. 1 so that made me really, really happy :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm still feeling really sick so it's probably time to go back to the doctor. And NO-I'm not pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a pretty good chance my Dad has prostate cancer. He got really sick back in November and after a cat scan and lots of testing they said he was fine (stupid Vernal doctors). But after being on antibiotics his PSA levels are increasing and the doctor pretty much told him the only thing it could be is cancer. He goes in for a biopsy on Monday and hopefully there will be more answers then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So there's my life in a nutshell. Kind of boring, but it's still mine ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2021041453966450816?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2021041453966450816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2021041453966450816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2021041453966450816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2021041453966450816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-updated.html' title='Life:  Updated'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6476471837604643285</id><published>2010-01-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:42:44.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0_KQcHC5_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/rsfyPxc0gLI/s1600-h/haha%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0_KQcHC5_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/rsfyPxc0gLI/s320/haha%7E1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778459777198066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It feels like yesterday that I was spending all my time with this handsome fella. My bald-headed, pacifer-loving, toothless, sweet-as-could-be, little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyge was only 6 weeks when I started watching him and I was so nervous. I had watched my nephews when they were newborns but not for an extended amount of time. What if he won't stop crying? What if he quits breathing? What if he absolutely hates me and just wants his mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me watching Tyge was NOTHING like that. He was the most easy going baby and I fell in love with him instantly. When I decided to move out of Utah I cried more thinking about leaving this little boy than anyone else. I stayed in touch with his family the whole time I was gone but I still cried every time I had to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in Utah and I am so lucky that I get to watch him again. He is still the same loveable little boy I remember: sweet, easy going, cutest smile and cutest laugh. He has more hair and teeth this go around, but he'll always be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S1E1A6PZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5EMdMPRAzCE/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S1E1A6PZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5EMdMPRAzCE/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427177315708303026" 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/455840766069423675-6476471837604643285?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6476471837604643285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6476471837604643285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6476471837604643285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6476471837604643285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-guy.html' title='Little Guy'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0_KQcHC5_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/rsfyPxc0gLI/s72-c/haha%7E1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7370428944610637345</id><published>2010-01-09T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:10:24.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wasn't too excited about the holidays this year. I was stressed, and poor, and so worn out from the semester I just wanted to stay in bed for 2 weeks. But once I got out to Vernal, and saw these 3 guys, my holiday season was perfect :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZlnVEOfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vZyIKLiPyOM/s1600-h/100_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZlnVEOfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vZyIKLiPyOM/s320/100_1858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895360147667442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gage and me hiding out upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZlI-f9JI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IJvSyeHJtSI/s1600-h/100_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZlI-f9JI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IJvSyeHJtSI/s320/100_1857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895351999952018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riken, me, and a not-so-happy Shane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZkqXBmqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IwK1bMii54A/s1600-h/100_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZkqXBmqI/AAAAAAAAAgU/IwK1bMii54A/s320/100_1856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895343781321378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rik-e-o and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZkBgb9FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tmWC3K5vSqc/s1600-h/100_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZkBgb9FI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tmWC3K5vSqc/s320/100_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895332814943314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Shaner&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/455840766069423675-7370428944610637345?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7370428944610637345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7370428944610637345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7370428944610637345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7370428944610637345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/S0kZlnVEOfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/vZyIKLiPyOM/s72-c/100_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1136475736389354364</id><published>2010-01-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:59:08.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have high hopes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 pretty much knocked me on my ass. I can't remember a year more confusing and trying than last year. I stressed and cried and second guessed every decision I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other words, it sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, that's not entirely true. A lot of great things happened last year. But it feels like more negative things occurred than positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I realize not every year can be perfect, but I'm crossing my fingers that you (2010) will bring me some closure, happiness, and contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm anxious, and a little nervous, to see what the next 363 days bring to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1136475736389354364?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1136475736389354364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1136475736389354364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1136475736389354364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1136475736389354364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2010/01/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Dear 2010'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-187128017944636525</id><published>2009-12-06T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:45:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing: Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SxwXAHM3M0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MkeZxtAoulQ/s1600-h/skip+xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SxwXAHM3M0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MkeZxtAoulQ/s320/skip+xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412226142892929858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt; today and it completely summed up my mood lately. I've been so stressed out with school ((papers, tests, reading, etc.)), applying for programs and lack of money, I haven't been in the best of moods. I can barely pay my bills this month, let alone buy Christmas for all my family and friends. I know Christmas isn't about the monetary things and that we should all focus on caring and helping others, but it's still so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my building's laundry room is a spot where you can leave free stuff for others in the buildings. Most of the time there are only books, but tonight when I was doing my laundry I saw a whole box full of Christmas stuff. Normally I'm not one of those people that get all excited about lights and trees and decorations, but tonight I figured I'd give it a shot. (And it was free so even better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up the string of lights around my only window and put a few decorations up and realized I was in a better mood. I don't know what changed, but suddenly I didn't feel like cursing the world and going into hibernation until winter was over. Things started to look brighter and cheerier [if that's even a word].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't bad, they're just stressful, but so is life I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sxxreahi9UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z87zEx00tZU/s1600-h/100_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sxxreahi9UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z87zEx00tZU/s320/100_1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412319022452766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I have more dishes than this. They're just in the sink :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sxxrd7wdzrI/AAAAAAAAAf8/YfIbE9uYcfI/s1600-h/100_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sxxrd7wdzrI/AAAAAAAAAf8/YfIbE9uYcfI/s320/100_1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412319014193843890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lights around my window--and my "kitchen table" that's actually a card table&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/455840766069423675-187128017944636525?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/187128017944636525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=187128017944636525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/187128017944636525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/187128017944636525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-christmas-cheer.html' title='Missing: Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SxwXAHM3M0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MkeZxtAoulQ/s72-c/skip+xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-912195361565456651</id><published>2009-11-15T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:01:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protector of the Innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to tell an awesome story, actually 2, about my oldest nephew. It brings a smile to my face and gives me a little more faith in people these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage has always been a really calm, easy going kid. I loved watching him as a baby because he always went to bed early and didn't fuss a lot. He's 8 years old now (9 in January) and still is really chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's a BIG KID. Not fat, but TALL and STOCKY. He's 8 and the top of his head comes to my chin! He towers over all the other kids in his class, but honestly he's just like a big teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago when Gage was in kindergarten he was walking home from school (my grandma lives 2 blocks from his school). On his way he saw a "big kid"-probably a 3rd grader, picking on another kid-probably a 1st grader. Gage, as a 6 year old, told me what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I walked over and pushed the big kid, and then he said, "You wanna fight?" and I said, "Yeah! Bring it on"-in my head, and then we started wrestling, and then a teacher came and I got up and ran to Grandma's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I loved how he told me the story...Especially the "in my head" part!  I loved how even though he was the youngest in the group, he was still sticking up for other kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my Dad the other day and asked how everyone was doing and he started to tell me that Gage got in trouble at school :(  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Protector-of-the-Innocent&lt;/span&gt;  got in a fight with a kid in his class because the kid had stolen a pair of shoes or something from a little girl and was taunting her and picking on her. The teacher didn't do anything so Gage took matters into his own hands. He somehow grabbed the kids and dropped him to the floor! &lt;span&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That's what happens when you mess with Gage Michael Geske&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my nephew!  He is such a smart, caring, funny boy and can always bring a smile to my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE YOU GATOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDpM4jhKTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KPiutwRvKO4/s1600/June+Pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDpM4jhKTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KPiutwRvKO4/s320/June+Pics+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404575960393656626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me and Gage in June 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDp__ikyTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XGDAG0QadDs/s1600/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDp__ikyTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XGDAG0QadDs/s320/031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404576838442076466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanksgiving 2008: FUNNY FACES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDpNFCsHgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z8L6jTnVwjE/s1600/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDpNFCsHgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Z8L6jTnVwjE/s320/222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404575963745623554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging out at Sea World in July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&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/455840766069423675-912195361565456651?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/912195361565456651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=912195361565456651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/912195361565456651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/912195361565456651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/11/protector-of-innocent.html' title='Protector of the Innocent'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SwDpM4jhKTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KPiutwRvKO4/s72-c/June+Pics+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3007808612550280195</id><published>2009-11-01T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:54:35.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life as a grad student has been crazy! I'm actually trying to get good grades this go around and that (apparently) requires A LOT of time spent in the library and doing a ton of reading!  Don't get me wrong-I love my classes and the discussions are great and the assignments are pretty interesting-I'm just not use to doing so much work! But it's paying off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 100% on my Health Comm test :) YAY ME AGAIN! haha   I decided that's what I'm going to pursue my Masters in...Health Communication.  Now we just have to wait and see if any program will accept me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday last week and it was SO MUCH FUN! A few people bailed on me, but the people that did show up made it perfect! We went to a dueling piano bar in SLC called Tavernacle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then went dancing at a gay club called Babylon. The whole night was just what I needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5IV03Yq_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/hNcUNgIDAqA/s1600-h/100_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5IV03Yq_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/hNcUNgIDAqA/s320/100_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399332543069203442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my "fancy" outfit! haha I never get dressed up but I figured since I'm now 23 I can handle doing it every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Halloween and I just wasn't in the mood to do much of anything! I worked Friday night, Saturday morning and then stood for 3 hours at the Utah Blackout Game and all I wanted to do was sit down!! But here are a couple pictures from the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I5D1rlxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DnVwmZ-OVVI/s1600-h/100_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I5D1rlxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/DnVwmZ-OVVI/s320/100_1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333148384007954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I4jv0X7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/vEWr-yCRg-U/s1600-h/100_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I4jv0X7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/vEWr-yCRg-U/s320/100_1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333139769483186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I4YWUedI/AAAAAAAAAe8/41PKS4DPF9M/s1600-h/100_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5I4YWUedI/AAAAAAAAAe8/41PKS4DPF9M/s320/100_1778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399333136709745106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said earlier, things are just so busy and crazy I haven't had time to do a whole lot. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; liking being back in Salt Lake, until it snowed last week! Ugh...I wanted to pack my bags and head back to San Diego! But in a few years after my degree is finished I'll be able to go anywhere I want. Most likely somewhere snow free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and be better about keeping this updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-3007808612550280195?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3007808612550280195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3007808612550280195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3007808612550280195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3007808612550280195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/11/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Su5IV03Yq_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/hNcUNgIDAqA/s72-c/100_1776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6003904206049089643</id><published>2009-10-07T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:22:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had the flu since Sunday and, let me just tell ya, it's horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 5 years since I've even been sick and I'm not the best patient in the world. But I guess there are some upsides to being sick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school. No work. Lots of naps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downsides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to wear a mask in the dr.'s office ((and I actually started crying)).  Every time I sneeze, I start coughing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it feels like I'm coughing up a lung. I can't swallow, which means I can't eat, and I LOVE eating!  And my medicine tastes horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's been my life the last 3 days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm going crazy sitting at home doing NOTHING?!  Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6003904206049089643?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6003904206049089643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6003904206049089643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6003904206049089643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6003904206049089643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu-bug.html' title='Flu Bug'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8470985536052341854</id><published>2009-09-22T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:56:12.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A+ Student--or at least trying</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since I've posted anything and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; time it's because I've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so busy&lt;/span&gt;! I basically skated through my undergrad years and only did enough to get by but this time I've been studying non stop!! It's crazy that only 3 classes could require so much work and effort. Now I'm remembering why I didn't like school to begin with! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes have been going great! I took my first test on Thursday and found out today I got a 94% on it!! YAY ME!! I was so relieved! I still have the lingering thoughts of all those papers floating around in my head (not looking forward to it!) but other than that things are going great. I'm looking into another Masters program here at the U in Public Health and will probably be applying to that too. It seems strange for a Comm major to look at Public Health but I'm taking a Health Comm class right now and LOVE IT!! So we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going fine. The other day some jack ass tried to walk out on his ticket, then lied to my manager, and when she didn't give him a discount he didn't tip me! JERK!! I was not a happy camper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE IS STILL GOOD :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8470985536052341854?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8470985536052341854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8470985536052341854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8470985536052341854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8470985536052341854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/09/student-or-at-least-trying.html' title='A+ Student--or at least trying'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5401848151810032674</id><published>2009-08-30T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:10:54.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this episode of THE 801...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being back in SLC has been amazing so far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started on Monday and, even though I was a little nervous, everything went great! My teachers seem really nice and the work load isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;bad...except that in the next 17 weeks I have to write 80 pages worth of papers! ugh...  Lots of reading &amp;amp;&amp;amp; writing this semester. Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job : )    : )   yay!! I only had one interview and they offered me the position before I walked out the door. The job is a server position at Red Lobster. I've never served before so I'm a little nervous that I'll drop food on someone or not be able to remember the menu. Hopefully after the training I won't be as nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cut my hair on Friday!! I've been attempting to grow it out for years and I'm doing pretty good this time. I just got a little trim but I added some bangs to the new 'do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Spr3_O26tHI/AAAAAAAAAes/U6EumQrj1sQ/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Spr3_O26tHI/AAAAAAAAAes/U6EumQrj1sQ/s320/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881770912363634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this has been a great couple weeks!! Lots of time spent with friends, lots of laughs, and lots of sleeping in (since my first class starts at 10:45am). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being back in the city!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5401848151810032674?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5401848151810032674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5401848151810032674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5401848151810032674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5401848151810032674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-this-episode-of-801.html' title='On this episode of THE 801...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Spr3_O26tHI/AAAAAAAAAes/U6EumQrj1sQ/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6711235798316174059</id><published>2009-08-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:53:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last month...</title><content type='html'>So I wish I could say that I've so super busy that I haven't had time to blog, but the truth is I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;! haha  Mostly I've just been hanging out with my family and friends my last month in Vernal. I haven't spent this much time in Vernal since I graduated high school so it was an interesting experience being back there. Obviously I'll go back there all the time because of my family but I'm SO glad to be out of there and back to SALT LAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into my apartment on Tuesday and I LOVE IT!! I'm back in my old building that I lived in for almost 2 years. My apartment is much smaller but I'm just happy to be without roommates again! I'm still scarred from my experience in California (1 room...3 girls...NOT a good idea!) My car has her underground parking spot again and I'm only 2 blocks away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school- I finally heard back from the U about my residency. And the verdict is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GET IN STATE TUITION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man you have no idea how bad I was stressing about that! They lost my paperwork so I had to resend everything a couple weeks ago and I just barely found out I got my residency reinstated yesterday!! I was freaking out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is my job fell through so now I have no income any time soon. Today I'm going to apply at every place I can think of and if that doesn't work the U is having a huge job fair next week so that's always an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the GRE on Saturday and I should be more nervous than I am, but I know I'm going to retake it so I'm not too stressed out. I'm more worried about my classes that start on Monday. I haven't taken classes for 2 years and it will be an adjustment to get back into the student role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have A LOT to get done today so I should probably get off my couch, turn off Rachel Ray, and hop in the shower...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6711235798316174059?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6711235798316174059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6711235798316174059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6711235798316174059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6711235798316174059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-month.html' title='The last month...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7224029091529070035</id><published>2009-07-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:43:51.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday night was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENNY CHESNEY CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;!!! Oh my gosh I was so excited!! I love Kenny and to make things that much better I got free tickets from my sister ((thanks Sheri!))  My friend Maggie went with me even though she had no clue who Kenny was, but we still had a blast! Sugarland was supposed to perform but they had to cancel last minute :(  Lady A' was WAY good but Miss Miranda Lambert got on my nerves after about 2 songs. Kenny &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; starting singing and it made all the waiting in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;110 degree heat&lt;/span&gt; worth it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOvsoJuDI/AAAAAAAAAec/zqzQx6nl2sQ/s1600-h/Photo218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOvsoJuDI/AAAAAAAAAec/zqzQx6nl2sQ/s320/Photo218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466362655094834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Being bored while we were waiting for Kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOjVDXGDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nmLP2jUd7X0/s1600-h/Photo219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOjVDXGDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nmLP2jUd7X0/s320/Photo219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466150168336434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those fans saved our lives! It was SOOO hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOi_2L9JI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QnGruT1UyCA/s1600-h/Kenny+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOi_2L9JI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QnGruT1UyCA/s320/Kenny+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466144475935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miranda Lambert STILL singing...She sang forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOif9LU-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/JNFyJIhGszA/s1600-h/Kenny+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOif9LU-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/JNFyJIhGszA/s320/Kenny+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466135915320290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sis &amp;amp;&amp;amp; her hubby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOiMfoVHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vbZhqe-YnO8/s1600-h/Kenny+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOiMfoVHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vbZhqe-YnO8/s320/Kenny+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362466130691118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SISTERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNZzN2TFI/AAAAAAAAAds/yzOIbjwnMxI/s1600-h/Kenny+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNZzN2TFI/AAAAAAAAAds/yzOIbjwnMxI/s320/Kenny+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464886955068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can totally tell we're related...we're making the same face! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNZezjNzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zmxZdplQmPg/s1600-h/Kenny+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNZezjNzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zmxZdplQmPg/s320/Kenny+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464881476056882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KEN-NY! KEN-NY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNY3yFOLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CEtBUyW0o7w/s1600-h/Kenny+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNY3yFOLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CEtBUyW0o7w/s320/Kenny+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464871000914098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I loved that he started wearing a University of Utah hat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNYjhd9hI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LCCFiX_2130/s1600-h/Kenny+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNYjhd9hI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LCCFiX_2130/s320/Kenny+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464865562523154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GO UTES! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNYUjjHpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eVYgfHTgprc/s1600-h/Kenny+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtNYUjjHpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eVYgfHTgprc/s320/Kenny+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362464861544717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;At the end of the concert...It was SO MUCH FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't take many pictures during the actual concert, but there were so many funny drunk people dancing around us that I had to get a video of one of them! I felt like we should have been paying this lady for her strip-tease/dirty dancing services. She was outta control but hilarious!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was kinda sad because she was relatively calm when I took this video, but at the beginning you can see her guy grabbing her butt then at the end she falls over on the seats  lol!   **sorry it's not the best but my phone can only do so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1efe355a287863b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1efe355a287863b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747438%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D796FE197487BE2357F2BA2BCED90A3233418B3FA.3CD2B6DDDF9738814EF267A00CEEA1A3594A9EC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1efe355a287863b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeiZJoJku09FNfodAc4M5JKfeJpY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1efe355a287863b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331747438%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D796FE197487BE2357F2BA2BCED90A3233418B3FA.3CD2B6DDDF9738814EF267A00CEEA1A3594A9EC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1efe355a287863b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeiZJoJku09FNfodAc4M5JKfeJpY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7224029091529070035?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1efe355a287863b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7224029091529070035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7224029091529070035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7224029091529070035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7224029091529070035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-thinks-my-tractors-sexy.html' title='She Thinks My Tractor&apos;s Sexy'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmtOvsoJuDI/AAAAAAAAAec/zqzQx6nl2sQ/s72-c/Photo218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1901541746814635308</id><published>2009-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:22:13.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So on Saturday we left California and came back to Utah. I got back to Vernal and ended up taking a walk with my Mom and then completely passed out in my bed--still wearing my clothes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, well, technically afternoon, I wake up and my eyes were really bugging me. I figured it was just because I slept in my contacts and they were still adjusting to the dry air. I go about my day and around 4pm I look at my eye and it's bright &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;!! It freaked me out so bad so I hurried and took out my contacts &amp;amp;&amp;amp; put on my glasses. It hurt so bad to walk outside and into the light.  I Googled what red eyes mean and the 2 most likely candidates were an infection or an ulcer and both required immediate attention. By this time it was 10pm so there wasn't much I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Seitz first thing this morning and they got me in around 11am. My eye wasn't quite so red and didn't hurt that bad so I almost canceled the appointment. I got there and the doc examined it and said it was a VERY good thing that I came in when I did because if I would have waited any longer I could have done some serious damage to my eye. YIKES!!! There was a tiny white circle around my cornea and he said it's a thing called an eye infiltrate. It basically goes hand in hand with an eye ulcer and is an accumulation of blood cells and fluid build up behind my eye. He said to think of it like a snow ball being thrown at a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After he said the word "ulcer" I kinda freaked out and didn't catch all that he was saying. He put me on an antibiotic that I have to take once an hour today and once every 2 hours tomorrow. I have to go back in Wednesday morning and if it's not any better he'll put me on high dose steriods and still continue with the antibiotics until Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun for me, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmVBqJVidxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UwVUlyah2I4/s1600-h/Photo216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmVBqJVidxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UwVUlyah2I4/s320/Photo216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360763123771012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this is honestly probably the worst photo of me ever taken but I just wanted to show you guys how ugly my eye looks today!&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't a very happy person today to say the least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1901541746814635308?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1901541746814635308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1901541746814635308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1901541746814635308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1901541746814635308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugly-eye.html' title='Ugly Eye'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmVBqJVidxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UwVUlyah2I4/s72-c/Photo216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2857469020166917073</id><published>2009-07-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:35:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY SHANE IS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Shane finally made his big debut this morning! My poor sis in law was about 4 days overdue and not very happy about it. She was having pre labor pains for the last week and just wanted this kid out of her! Her docs said they'd induce her on Thursday so she kept calling the hospital to see if they had any room and around 5pm they finally called and told her to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was so dumb because they wouldn't let ANYONE even sit in the waiting room while she delivered, so none of us were there. And then once he was born no one could see him for another 2 hours. It was really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the labor wasn't bad at all and all they had to do was break her water and he came out pretty fast. She only pushed for 20 minutes and out came Shane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures of my cute lil nephew :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE WORLD SHANE ROBERT STRINGHAM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ_Rh4kiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BGYhsRCYkyI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513342026748450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ_Rh4kiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BGYhsRCYkyI/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ_JWxA4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/wsu2BbW3RiM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513339832632194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ_JWxA4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/wsu2BbW3RiM/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ-7lLdZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VZouaEO-vpo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513336134989202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ-7lLdZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/VZouaEO-vpo/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ-Z-9WEI/AAAAAAAAAck/KdUa7izrHYM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513327116310594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ-Z-9WEI/AAAAAAAAAck/KdUa7izrHYM/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ9nxLVbI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_wrodF_IxDo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513313636734386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ9nxLVbI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_wrodF_IxDo/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2857469020166917073?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2857469020166917073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2857469020166917073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2857469020166917073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2857469020166917073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-shane-is-here.html' title='BABY SHANE IS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SmDQ_Rh4kiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BGYhsRCYkyI/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2108259298919738107</id><published>2009-07-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:30:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to change. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding onto certain people/feelings/behaviors  for years and even though I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; they're bad for me, I keep going back for more. I know that if I see a certain person I'll feel certain feelings, and those feelings will make me act in a certain way, and all of those things from the person to the behavior are very unhealthy for me. It's extremely frustrating for me and very irritating for the ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you change yourself and how do you change habits you've had for years and years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big reason I moved away from Utah is because of these "habits" and the people that go with them. For some reason I thought that if I moved then all my problems would stay behind and I could go on with my life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WRONG! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now here I am back in Vernal staring all my issues in the face. And what do I do? I let the bad habits and feelings take over where we left off before. It feels like nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the frustrating part is I know that I've changed and I shouldn't be feeling all these things. Ahh see how maddening it is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't trying hard enough. Maybe I wasn't trying to change at all. I'm not sure. But that's all going to change. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right here. Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live my life in "what-ifs" and "could have beens" anymore. I don't want to sit around and hope that "person" will change and things will be different. I just can't do it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7yNRTp4nII&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/r7yNRTp4nII&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;br /&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/455840766069423675-2108259298919738107?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2108259298919738107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2108259298919738107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2108259298919738107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2108259298919738107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-people-change.html' title='Some people change'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2489224832106692631</id><published>2009-06-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:56:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A camping we will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've only been in town about 5 days and I'm already getting back to my redneck roots. CAMPING TIME BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and brother in law, along with their puppies, came out from Salt Lake so we did a quick overnight camping trip. I'm not a big outdoors person, but I'm determined to change that so it was actually a lot of fun this time. Even the herd of cows that kept creeping into our campsite was pretty entertaining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfDaWo2wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/HXXeETFDeEI/s1600-h/camping4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfDaWo2wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/HXXeETFDeEI/s320/camping4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632669348354818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though it's not the ocean, it's still really pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfDPgARAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bpLzWWii-wc/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfDPgARAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bpLzWWii-wc/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632666434847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfC8pnoeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DmrrrUz2t5c/s1600-h/camping5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfC8pnoeI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DmrrrUz2t5c/s320/camping5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632661374902754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfClSD8LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sqjt0vh43fU/s1600-h/camping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfClSD8LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/sqjt0vh43fU/s320/camping2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632655102079154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flaming Gorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfCRATFbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uG5YAuqRukk/s1600-h/camping3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfCRATFbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uG5YAuqRukk/s320/camping3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632649658865074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cows thought they were smart and kept trying to sneak up on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2489224832106692631?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2489224832106692631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2489224832106692631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2489224832106692631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2489224832106692631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/06/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A camping we will go'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkhfDaWo2wI/AAAAAAAAAcU/HXXeETFDeEI/s72-c/camping4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3816447890926696939</id><published>2009-06-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:51:24.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left California Tuesday and 12 hours later I was sitting in my old room in Vernal. I think I'm still in a bit of shock/denial about the whole thing. Right outside Barstow I lost it and started crying so hard. And then again outside St. George. And then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in Daniels Canyon past Heber. It was a pretty emotional journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been better. I started getting stuff ready for school and I got to see my nephews, which made me VERY happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pictures from my last day in Cali and the drive to Utah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_BNwFLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uG6GpdO0cOk/s1600-h/Photo143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_BNwFLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uG6GpdO0cOk/s320/Photo143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151551718102194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_NCt1hI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cECDCO5I-is/s1600-h/Photo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_NCt1hI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cECDCO5I-is/s320/Photo137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151554893043218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man I miss this so much already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_hG_s7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/oi9ouAv-Pkg/s1600-h/Photo146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_hG_s7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/oi9ouAv-Pkg/s320/Photo146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151560279700402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last sunset in Carlsbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_wu72kI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FljM2nj79Mo/s1600-h/Photo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_wu72kI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FljM2nj79Mo/s320/Photo150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151564473752130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Trying to enjoy the sunset, but really I was crying behind the sunglasses :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_SZ1DcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5xzdw0aKezI/s1600-h/Photo145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_SZ1DcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5xzdw0aKezI/s320/Photo145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351151556332162498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0X8RCuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qDlMOiw1pRs/s1600-h/Sunset_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0X8RCuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qDlMOiw1pRs/s320/Sunset_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351152468351847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't is so beautiful? I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0P0-7rI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OhP1sM6naLc/s1600-h/Photo158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0P0-7rI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OhP1sM6naLc/s320/Photo158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351152466173816498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WELCOME TO UTAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0RMuEaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NzFgYhqtCyA/s1600-h/Photo164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMc0RMuEaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NzFgYhqtCyA/s320/Photo164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351152466541810082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Driving through Daniels Canyon&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/455840766069423675-3816447890926696939?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3816447890926696939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3816447890926696939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3816447890926696939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3816447890926696939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-highway.html' title='Life Is A Highway'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SkMb_BNwFLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uG6GpdO0cOk/s72-c/Photo143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5805652363028186518</id><published>2009-06-21T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:52:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dad's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY OLD GUY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sj8ZpbmgDfI/AAAAAAAAAas/o9qgzSryl0U/s1600-h/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sj8ZpbmgDfI/AAAAAAAAAas/o9qgzSryl0U/s320/dad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350023081914011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sj8ZpNnB8XI/AAAAAAAAAak/Pzh4r_hrMJw/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sj8ZpNnB8XI/AAAAAAAAAak/Pzh4r_hrMJw/s320/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350023078158135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for always being there when I need you the most...Whether I'm crying, screaming, laughing, or just need advice, I know you're only a phone call away. I love you Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm going to seem like a bad daughter-or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;step &lt;/span&gt;daughter because it just dawned on me I have NO PICTURES of my amazing step dad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOM&lt;/span&gt; anywhere to be found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TOM!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for putting up with me during my "bad" years and always being a friend to me. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5805652363028186518?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5805652363028186518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5805652363028186518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5805652363028186518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5805652363028186518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-dads-day.html' title='Happy Dad&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sj8ZpbmgDfI/AAAAAAAAAas/o9qgzSryl0U/s72-c/dad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5162824922729965286</id><published>2009-06-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:36:13.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bonfire + Skydiving = AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm about a week behind in posting these, but here are some pictures from 2 of my "bucket list"... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beach Bonfire &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Skydiving&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bonfire was so much fun!! I spent most of the day at the beach and it was so great to be there as the sun was setting...It was amazing!!  I'm so glad I have such good friends down here that came up all the way from SD...&lt;/span&gt;You girls are all so wonderful and amazing and I'm so so glad I met you!! I'm going to miss you all so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuvLIFAHI/AAAAAAAAAac/CIEV3durLhI/s1600-h/100_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuvLIFAHI/AAAAAAAAAac/CIEV3durLhI/s320/100_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372258036088946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a beautiful sunset :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuu6MEZEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hES42lPK67Y/s1600-h/100_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuu6MEZEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hES42lPK67Y/s320/100_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372253489423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tammy, Elaine, Melissa, me and Chai Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuuuDFupI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6URQmUT6fZw/s1600-h/100_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuuuDFupI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6URQmUT6fZw/s320/100_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372250230536850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tammy, Elaine, me and Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning after the bonfire was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skydiving&lt;/span&gt;!!  Holy cow it was crazy! I thought I'd be a lot more nervous then I actually was but it was still pretty intense. I wasn't really scared until I watched the people jump before me...then I screamed! haha  It was so incredible and I can't wait to do it again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuuBDeezI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PePBMyH6JbU/s1600-h/100_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuuBDeezI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PePBMyH6JbU/s320/100_1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372238152563506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't I look sexxxy?  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWut1e1RSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jVbpevW9gGE/s1600-h/100_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWut1e1RSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jVbpevW9gGE/s320/100_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347372235046077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me with my crazy instructor...Andy&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Andie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video they made for me...but stupid YouTube disabled the sound! LAME!!  Anywho, the actual jump is from about 3.50-6.00 so feel free to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_-IrJ4VaLk&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/j_-IrJ4VaLk&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5162824922729965286?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5162824922729965286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5162824922729965286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5162824922729965286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5162824922729965286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-bonfire-skydiving-amazing.html' title='Beach Bonfire + Skydiving = AMAZING!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SjWuvLIFAHI/AAAAAAAAAac/CIEV3durLhI/s72-c/100_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1339010945543392243</id><published>2009-06-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:43:52.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday while I was working an event the San Diego Blook Bank showed up. A lot of people were donating to the Women's Resource Center so I figured I'd give back a little and donate some blood! I was a little nervous but I knew it was for a good cause so I sucked it up and went to the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the process would take a lot longer. I filled out an application, then met with a nurse and had my iron levels checked. Everything passed so they told me to sit down and get comfortable. The needle part wasn't that bad, but I will admit I got a bit light headed when the blood started flowing. But I just took a few deep breaths and I felt fine. The actual blood draw was about 10 minutes but then I had to sit there for 15 minutes afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I did this! I've wanted to for a long time but kept finding reasons why I "couldn't". I feel so great that I was able to help someone else. I highly recommend that if you can donate, do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7E_6oezI/AAAAAAAAAZw/U-LFCESyCks/s1600-h/donating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7E_6oezI/AAAAAAAAAZw/U-LFCESyCks/s320/donating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234071217077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to remember to squeeze the foam thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7ExOACFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nk5HWQQ5p3U/s1600-h/bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7ExOACFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nk5HWQQ5p3U/s320/bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234067271780434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the nurses made me this cute bow.&lt;br /&gt;After that everyone who donated had a cute bow made for them too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7ErbO4XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/maOq3UiL7Mo/s1600-h/all+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7ErbO4XI/AAAAAAAAAZg/maOq3UiL7Mo/s320/all+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343234065716666738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL DONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1339010945543392243?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1339010945543392243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1339010945543392243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1339010945543392243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1339010945543392243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/06/blood-anyone.html' title='Blood anyone?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sib7E_6oezI/AAAAAAAAAZw/U-LFCESyCks/s72-c/donating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7289709825282817614</id><published>2009-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:41:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love three day weekends!! No work...sleeping in...it's great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I finally crossed something off my "bucket list"...I went to the San Diego Zoo!  It was so much fun! Normally I'm not a big animal person, but there were a lot of little baby animals so I was pretty entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoPAUHRJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tY18mDr3_k/s1600-h/zoo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoPAUHRJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tY18mDr3_k/s320/zoo+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187496402076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pandas have the good life. All they do is eat&amp;amp;&amp;amp;sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoP-7maOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/n_RcNIzWpsI/s1600-h/zoo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoP-7maOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/n_RcNIzWpsI/s320/zoo+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187513210693858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought it was funny :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoPg0p7-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ijX9YmX7vr8/s1600-h/zoo+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoPg0p7-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ijX9YmX7vr8/s320/zoo+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187505128501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww baby gorilla!! It was so cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoOyE1A7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/6U8aWfNtiEQ/s1600-h/zoo+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoOyE1A7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/6U8aWfNtiEQ/s320/zoo+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187492579869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The elephants got a whole new exhibit! That weird thing behind it provides heat during the winter and sprays a mist of water during the summer...I just love their wrinkles all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoOYoI5lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6YxqfGlq3wg/s1600-h/zoo+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoOYoI5lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6YxqfGlq3wg/s320/zoo+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340187485748651602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww a tiny giraffe....Cute, huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my lazy beach day and it was fabulous! I went to Del Mar with my brother&amp;amp;&amp;amp;sister in law, and her family, and just laid around all day!  They have this spot that is a big grassy area right above the beach, so instead of having to deal with sand all day you can lay on the grass and walk down to the sand. It was perfect!! We had so much food I thought I was going to explode! haha  And I think I sunburned the top of my head, but other than that it was one of my best days in California. ((Stupid me forgot my camera in the truck, so no pictures :(   But I'm sure most people are sick of me showing off the beautiful ocean I live by lol  ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was just a lazy day in general. I've neglected my laundry for almost a month and needed to go grocery shopping so I spent most of my time at my house doing domestic things. I finally watched "Bridget Jones Diary" for the first time and just hung out mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally on Monday I would have been with my family going to the cemetery and putting flowers on all the graves. It's still strange for me NOT to be with my family doing these things...so maybe it is a good thing I'm moving back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's very sad how many family members I have in the cemetery. Most of them, including my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandpa Stringham&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle Kary&lt;/span&gt;, I never met but a part of me still feels very connected to them. There are a few family members I did know that are now buried there and I'm going to take a minute and remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCLE CHARLIE&lt;/span&gt;:  He died when I was 9 years old from a massive heart attack. He was such a funny guy! He would always tell me, "Hey slim, come over here and I'll pay you a dollar to rub my back!"  haha  he was a great guy! I wish I could have known him better but he'll never be forgotten in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUNT DODE&lt;/span&gt;:  She passed away when I was in high school. She lived right around the corner from my Aunt Lola and she always so sweet and nice to me whenever we got together. I didn't get to spend as much time with her as I should have, but I know she was an amazing lady with a big heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUNT LOLA&lt;/span&gt;:  It's still hard to believe that she's really gone. Now when I call my Dad and I tell him goodbye I have to stop myself before I say, "Tell Lola hi and that I love her." It's still hard on everyone that she's not here with us. The day she died was one of the worst days of my life and I think about it often. But we all know she's in a much better place and is keeping busy until we all see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANNY BLACKBURN&lt;/span&gt;:  Even though she's not buried in Vernal, I wanted to mention her. She died when I was 13 from complications due to a stroke. I was a disaster when she died. Even though she lived 7 hours away from us I was pretty close to her. I blame my addiction to cheesecake and sweet things on her! haha  She was such a strong woman and wasn't scared to draw outside the lines. I really look up to her and miss her all the time. I hope she's proud of me and what I'm doing in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7289709825282817614?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7289709825282817614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7289709825282817614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7289709825282817614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7289709825282817614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShwoPAUHRJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tY18mDr3_k/s72-c/zoo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8828333749648410359</id><published>2009-05-22T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:34:25.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen induces miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Absolutely horrible!</title><content type='html'>All I can say about this is I hope they charge her with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt; and as an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ADULT&lt;/span&gt;!  This is so disturbing and disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Teen allegedly asks man for beating to induce miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slt_article"&gt;&lt;!--subtitle--&gt;&lt;div id="articleSubTitle" class="articleSubTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crime » Police don't buy her story that she was mugged, assaulted.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--secondary date--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nate Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;The Salt Lake Tribune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="articleBody" class="articleBody"&gt;&lt;div class="articleViewerGroup" id="articleViewerGroup" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;                      var requestedWidth = 0;                     &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="articleEmbeddedViewerBox"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;                     if(requestedWidth &gt; 0){          document.getElementById('articleViewerGroup').style.width = requestedWidth + "px";                      document.getElementById('articleViewerGroup').style.margin = "0px 0px 10px 10px";                     }                    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Police in eastern Utah say a pregnant teenager asked a man to beat her up so she would miscarry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The teenager suffered severe bruising around her stomach. The unborn child appears to be OK, but doctors won't know for sure until it is born, said Naples police Chief Mark J. Watkins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Both the pregnant teenager and the man have been arrested for suspicion of attempted murder against the unborn child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Never in my 21 years [in law enforcement] was I shocked so much," Watkins said Thursday. "It's just cold and ruthless." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The 17-year-old girl is seven months pregnant, Watkins said, and has told police she had carried the child too long and did not want to give birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The girl went to an acquaintance, 21-year-old Arron N. Harrison, and asked him to assault her and spur the miscarriage, Watkins said. The chief said the girl also offered some incentive to Harrison. Watkins declined to elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Late Tuesday or early Wednesday, the girl went to Harrison's home in Naples and Harrison beat her with his fists, Watkins said. Then the girl went home and told her family an unknown person mugged and sexually assaulted her, Watkins said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The family called police, but the story did not make sense to officers, Watkins said. Eventually, the girl admitted what happened, Watkins said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The girl is in a juvenile detention center. Harrison on Thursday night remained in the Uintah County jail in lieu of $10,000 bail. Formal charges have no been filed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8828333749648410359?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8828333749648410359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8828333749648410359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8828333749648410359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8828333749648410359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/absolutely-horrible.html' title='Absolutely horrible!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7686252796005515287</id><published>2009-05-19T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:50:31.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I have a small list of things I want to do before I leave California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMJQDNbQtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Xs91BtYto1A/s1600-h/harbor+cafe+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMJQDNbQtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Xs91BtYto1A/s320/harbor+cafe+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337620154708345554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This little restaurant overlooks the ocean and I would love to eat here during sunset. It seems so pretty and we all know how much I love sunsets over the ocean :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMKFMksuhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bN96Qyque3w/s1600-h/diditandem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMKFMksuhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bN96Qyque3w/s320/diditandem.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621067754945042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SKYDIVE!! I couldn't ask for a better view in Southern California! The ocean...the mountains...downtown San Diego. It's going to be amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMKs5XtMgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pfoAfop-qBA/s1600-h/beach+bonfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMKs5XtMgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pfoAfop-qBA/s320/beach+bonfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621749794943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It almost seems criminal that I've lived here a year and haven't had a beach bonfire yet! Now I just need to figure out where to do it at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShML7Ky-6TI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oD0TjDQbZXQ/s1600-h/seaworld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShML7Ky-6TI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oD0TjDQbZXQ/s320/seaworld1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623094502549810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMLfIDZIjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5QABTwXO1ls/s1600-h/238SanDiegoZoo.5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMLfIDZIjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5QABTwXO1ls/s320/238SanDiegoZoo.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337622612729733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't decided which one I should go to. I know lots of people that come to San Diego and those are the first places they go, and I haven't been to either! Kind of pathetic, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's my list. I plan on basically living at the beach until I leave, but if anyone can think of anything else I should do, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7686252796005515287?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7686252796005515287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7686252796005515287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7686252796005515287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7686252796005515287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/ShMJQDNbQtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Xs91BtYto1A/s72-c/harbor+cafe+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5672107748243591676</id><published>2009-05-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:35:15.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy List</title><content type='html'>I've seen this on a few blogs so I'm stealing it from them ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty fun so everyone else should steal it and do it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgyAHOBmqGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/esURQoLRXbo/s1600-h/ocean+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgyAHOBmqGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/esURQoLRXbo/s320/ocean+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335780520039458914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Andrea's little list of Happiness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**That first step onto the beach on a warm summer day. Hot sand between your toes, cool ocean breeze blowing through your hair, and the smell of salt in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Rolling my windows down, cranking the music up, and singing my heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Making my nephews and "little guys" smile&amp;amp;&amp;amp;laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Long naps on a lazy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Anything sweet&amp;amp;&amp;amp;tasty...Fudge, cheesecake, my sister's cookies, ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Driving up the mountain during the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Reaching into a random pocket and finding $1 or $5 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Being girly! Manicures, pedicures, tanning, getting my hair done. It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Taking nice, long, hot showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Jamba Juice. Always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5672107748243591676?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5672107748243591676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5672107748243591676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5672107748243591676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5672107748243591676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-list.html' title='Happy List'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgyAHOBmqGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/esURQoLRXbo/s72-c/ocean+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7704979679017747397</id><published>2009-05-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:27:38.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REASONS WHY I LOVE MY MOMMA J:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's never been afraid to "rock the boat"&lt;/span&gt;. She was one of only 10 women in her graduating law school class. She was the first female County Attorney in Uintah County and has held that post for 15 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*She was an amazing single mother!&lt;/span&gt; My parents divorced when I was 8 and my Mom took care of us both without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; financial help from my Dad. Everything we had growing up came from Mom. Then, to top it off, she put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; me and my sister through college...by herself again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*She's a great person to go to for advice.&lt;/span&gt; We didn't get along very well when I was in high school, but it seemed like the week I moved to college I was calling her three times a week to talk and ask her advice. She's always tells it how it is and helps me make the best decision I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*She's smart...beautiful...intelligent.&lt;/span&gt; Basically, she rocks! And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*She's put up with me for the last 22 years!  &lt;/span&gt;Enough said :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many many reasons why I love my Mom, those are just a few I can actually put into words. She's always been there to support me and my sister, and I wouldn't be where I am today without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNb3EfElI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9nTonm8ihfE/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNb3EfElI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9nTonm8ihfE/s320/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247055934034514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom and I when I was about 4 years old...Wasn't I adorable? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbhmU4MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0Y2ybdsNtKc/s1600-h/mom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbhmU4MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/0Y2ybdsNtKc/s320/mom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247050170392770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney, Mom, and I Christmas 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbnRnAxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WmcVefy30ss/s1600-h/mom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbnRnAxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WmcVefy30ss/s320/mom3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247051694113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mom shopping in Buenos Aires, Argentina in March 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbI9E9JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B72TOiVjnaI/s1600-h/mom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbI9E9JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B72TOiVjnaI/s320/mom4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247043554931858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom...being a pervert to the statue! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbNSGeUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/G5K5yxtOyYA/s1600-h/mom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNbNSGeUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/G5K5yxtOyYA/s320/mom5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334247044716853570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, me, and Syd last October in Carlsbad, CA&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/455840766069423675-7704979679017747397?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7704979679017747397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7704979679017747397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7704979679017747397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7704979679017747397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SgcNb3EfElI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9nTonm8ihfE/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1941735396551651053</id><published>2009-05-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:19:37.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Risked...Nothing Gained</title><content type='html'>I've been an emotional basket case lately. Good things have happened which, strange as it sounds, have added an enormous amount of stress into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got accepted to the U as a non-matriculated student (which means I'm not working towards a degree) for Fall semester. **good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got permission from both professors to take my grad level classes. **great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I figured out a possible way to get my residency reinstated so I don't have to pay an extra $5,000 in tuition. **if it works, fantastic! if it doesn't work, very bad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hit me until this week that by getting accepted to the U and getting ready for grad school, that I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to move back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are probably thinking, "Well &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt; Andrea! The school is in Utah so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt; you'd have to move back!"  I knew I'd be moving back, I just didn't realize how hard it would be to actually leave California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach in San Clemente yesterday and seriously started crying every time I thought about leaving this place. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the worst case scenario (and the one I can't stop thinking about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I move back in June and don't get in state tuition, so I'll have to take out a loan. Then after I take the classes this fall I don't get into grad school. Basically making this whole move a complete waste of time. Plus I'll be out of a full time job with benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I've been freaking out so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my Mom a lot this weekend and her best advice is to think about the worst case scenario and think if I can live with that. Obviously the scenario with the least amount of risks is to stay in California and stay at my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my Mom said something that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to keep thinking about or else I'll stress about this for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"NOTHING RISKED. NOTHING GAINED."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am risking A LOT with this move! I'm leaving a job I like, a place I love, and a life I've grown comfortable in. It's a lot to lose...I'm just hoping that by moving I'll be gaining a lot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1941735396551651053?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1941735396551651053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1941735396551651053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1941735396551651053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1941735396551651053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-riskednothing-gained.html' title='Nothing Risked...Nothing Gained'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3940794791266136483</id><published>2009-04-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:42:42.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend I've done something I've never done before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WENT TO SAN FRANCISCO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the back story:&lt;br /&gt;I went to San Diego Thursday night to meet up with a friend who is always down here for &lt;a href="http://www.skullcandy.com/"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;. Well we were sitting at his hotel, watching the Jazz game, and having a few drinks when this couple from San Fran sat down next to us. We started talking to them and next thing I know the guy is on his iPhone booking me a plane ticket for Saturday night! I was pretty freaked out because normally I'm not a spontaneous person like this, but I was so excited at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew in on Saturday afternoon and mostly I was just worried I wouldn't be able to navigate the train system, but the 2 people we met in the bar were on my same flight so they helped me out! **THANKS JOHN&amp;amp;HEATHER!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's hotel was on Powell Street so I got off the train and only had to walk 6 blocks. It was awesome walking up the street! I followed the Trolley up for a bit and just looked at all the stores and buildings and people. I saw the guy who has a rat laying on top of a cat laying on top of a dog! It was pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically spent the whole night at this benefit in the mall--which had an open bar so it was awesome :)  Then we walked into a couple bars, then hit up Lori's Diner for some late night food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave the next morning because I had work on Sunday, but overall my 16 hours in San Francisco was so great! Next time I'll try to make it a full day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I didn't get to take any pictures, but these are a few I pulled off the net that shows where I was!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmDtLthKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sTckJe-CQx0/s1600-h/powell+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmDtLthKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sTckJe-CQx0/s320/powell+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329489054149739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmEe_CQqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZduuIybWxos/s1600-h/ns_streetdate30013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmEe_CQqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZduuIybWxos/s320/ns_streetdate30013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329489067518345890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmENtyVxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MnysHhzKBX4/s1600-h/powellturntable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmENtyVxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MnysHhzKBX4/s320/powellturntable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329489062882596626" 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/455840766069423675-3940794791266136483?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3940794791266136483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3940794791266136483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3940794791266136483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3940794791266136483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weekend-ive-done-something-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SfYmDtLthKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/sTckJe-CQx0/s72-c/powell+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5509641699483496009</id><published>2009-04-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:52:18.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><title type='text'>Sweet dreams...or not!</title><content type='html'>I've always had the craziest dreams! Even when I was little kid I'd have weird, vivid dreams and I remember the majority of the dreams too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one a few nights ago and can't seem to shake it. I believe that dreams have meaning, not necessarily that they predict the future, but that it's a way for your subconscious to work out every day things. &lt;br /&gt;So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had gotten on a laptop and was checking the internet ((more specifically I was looking at the blog I had just created for teens for my work)) and was looking to see if anyone had left comments on the questions. One of the comments mentioned a father taking his daughter around snakes and I looked down and realized I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;totally surrounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! Somehow we were suddenly in a pool and I didn't want to get bit by one so I was trying to be careful and sneak away from them. I was tip-toeing around them when a black snake started to creep up and was following me around. It kept getting near my leg and would act like it was starting to bite me, but then backed off. I got a rock and threw it into the water, thinking that would distract it and I could run off. I finally got out of the pool but then turned around and had a miniature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;crocodile/alligator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; chasing me!  So I hurried and ran out of the pool room and realized I didn't have regular clothes because they were all still inside. I peeked back in and saw the crocodile thing thrashing around in the water with my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean about crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of research online about symbols in dreams and came across &lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art16788.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. There are many meanings of snakes in dreams and I actually fit into a few categories and after reading this I have a new insight into my own head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snakes as Fear Symbols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that most people do not have firsthand snake experience snakes appearing in dreams can often symbolize a fear of the unknown. They can point to a deep seated &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; that something isn't right or a nagging feeling that something is waiting for them, something bad, like a snake in the grass. Is there something going on in your life that you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;afraid of doing&lt;/span&gt; simply because you've never done it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snakes as Symbols of Wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the unknown factor of snakes can engender fear, it may also give rise to feelings of intrigue. Some people and cultures see snakes as exotic and possessing hidden wisdom. This is partly due to their mysterious nature and partly due to one of a snake's more prominent features: it's tongue. In Chinese astrology people born under the sign of the snake are considered extremely wise, sensual, and diplomatic--they have an ease of tongue which makes them able to navigate sticky situations. If a snake appears in your dream it may actually be there using its tongue to impart wisdom that may be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;life altering&lt;/span&gt;--which brings us to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snakes as Symbols of Transformation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes shed their skin which is a classic symbol for ridding oneself of what one no longer needs in favor of accepting that which is new. The process of shedding its skin is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not simple&lt;/span&gt; for a snake, nor is it so in our waking lives. In nature, snakes become cranky, irritable, and are more likely to bite while shedding their skins. We often react in the same manner when releasing old, worn out lives and situations. We have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grown comfortable&lt;/span&gt; with our 'skin' even if that skin has become a source of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;irritation&lt;/span&gt;. A snake appearing in your dream may very well be telling you that despite the temporary discomfort you must go through, it may be time to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt; old relationships, careers, or habits in order to renew and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reclaim your life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5509641699483496009?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5509641699483496009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5509641699483496009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5509641699483496009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5509641699483496009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-dreamsor-not.html' title='Sweet dreams...or not!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4519020418946970693</id><published>2009-04-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:03:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life annoys me.</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt;. It feels like I'm annoyed at every thing, but at the same time nothing in particular, which is even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; at a lot of people in my life ((especially those of the male gender)) and just wish they would pull their heads out of their asses and quit being jerks already!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; at my job a lot of days and feel like the work that I do isn't really making a difference in anyone's life and basically I'm wasting everyone's time, including my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt; to see if I can get into grad school and extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; with myself for racing through my undergrad years and not getting better grades! I passed, but passing doesn't help you in grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the subject of grad school; if I get in then that means I'll be packing up my car, leaving the warm, sunny beach and heading back to Utah. The jury is still out on if that's the best decision for my right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now let's throw in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt; on top of my annoyance and anxiousness! Gah, no wonder all I want to do is sleep and stay in bed all day!! My head feels like it's going to explode and there's nothing I can do to stop it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-4519020418946970693?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4519020418946970693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4519020418946970693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4519020418946970693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4519020418946970693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-annoys-me.html' title='Life annoys me.'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3580863862475962001</id><published>2009-04-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:00:00.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;HI FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'M ASKING EVERYONE I KNOW ONLINE FOR THEIR HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART OF MY JOB IS TO TALK TO HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS&amp;amp;&lt;wbr&gt;&amp;amp;WHAT NOT. WELL LAST WEEK I WENT TO A HIGH SCHOOL AND THEY HAD ALL WRITTEN DOWN QUESTIONS, BUT I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO GET THROUGH THEM ALL.&lt;br /&gt; SO I TOLD THE STUDENTS I WOULD POST THEM ONLINE AND THAT WAY EVERYONE COULD BENEFIT FROM THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CREATED A BLOG AND POSTED MOST OF THE QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt; IT'S AN OPEN BLOG SO PLEASE GO ON THERE, READ SOME OF THE QUESTIONS, AND ANSWER SOME IF ANY REALLY STRIKE AT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE ADDRESS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3JjdGVlbnMxLmJsb2dzcG90LmNvbS8="&gt;http:&lt;wbr&gt;/&lt;wbr&gt;/&lt;wbr&gt;wrcteens1.&lt;wbr&gt;blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP ME OUT ON THIS ONE GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE-ANDREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-3580863862475962001?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3580863862475962001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3580863862475962001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3580863862475962001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3580863862475962001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-help-me.html' title='Please Help Me!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4889182746973072014</id><published>2009-04-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:58:16.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;FML&lt;/a&gt; (aka F my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this website on The Morning Zoo and it's hilarious!! This is a great website to read when you're having (or think you're having) a really bad day.  Here are a few of the stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was driving home from school, when I saw this girl I like walking home. Trying to be polite, I pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride. After my offer, I was rejected as she said "No, I'm actually already home," and proceeded to walk up the nearest driveway... MY driveway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was going 73 in a 55 on a country road when an oncoming cop passed me. He pulled a U turn. I turned off the main road and proceeded to take random turns. I got lost, was 30 Min Late to work, oh and the cop still found me and gave me two tickets. I had to ask him for directions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sent a cover letter to a potential employer. In the letter, I talked about my great attention to detail, my strong ability to focus, and my stellar writing skills. After hitting send, I reread the letter and noticed that I typed my name "B-R-A-I-N." My name is Brian. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&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/455840766069423675-4889182746973072014?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4889182746973072014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4889182746973072014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4889182746973072014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4889182746973072014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/f-my-life.html' title='F my life'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-9182521336196083790</id><published>2009-04-17T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:17:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SeinnRDidUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-h07T84cRHg/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SeinnRDidUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-h07T84cRHg/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325690852400592194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this morning that the second in the Twilight series, NEW MOON, has already started production and will be released in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss introduced me to these books back in 2007, and afterward I was hooked, but I didn't watch the movie until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATED THE MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;!   I honestly don't think the movie did the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie Bella&amp;amp;Edward talk a total of about 4 times before they start declaring their undying, eternal love to one another. The thing I loved most about the book was you were right there while they got to know each other and you could almost feel their love growing. The movie didn't show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some major scenes were either left out or changed so much it wasn't even the same scene. Like how in the book Edward skips class when they're looking at everyone's blood and when Bella gets sick they spend time together. Or when Bella runs away from the airport instead of sneaking behind Alice's back in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing with Bella's relationship with her father. In the book you can feel the awkwardness and how strained it was for them to even say 2 sentences to each other, forget about long conversations! To me, the movie made it seem like he was just never around and that's why they never talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was really disappointed and the movie didn't do anything for me. I just hope the second does better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-9182521336196083790?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/9182521336196083790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=9182521336196083790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/9182521336196083790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/9182521336196083790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SeinnRDidUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-h07T84cRHg/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2300657622001312379</id><published>2009-04-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:03:40.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>changes are happening!</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking about this for a really long time, and I've searched and searched for hours online looking for the right program, and I finally found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my undergrad degree I didn't really like school. There was a whole lot of drama going on in my life and I just wanted to get far, far away from Utah. I've been done for almost 2 years and a lot has changed in my life and now I want to go back and get my Masters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to guess where the grad program is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The University of Utah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to an advisor today and I think I have a plan worked out for fall semester ((my grades weren't great so it's going to take a bit longer than most people!))  I'm excited to get back into school, but I'm not sure I'm too happy about leaving the beach&amp;amp;&amp;amp;sun and going back to snow :(  At least I still have the summer to enjoy it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2300657622001312379?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2300657622001312379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2300657622001312379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2300657622001312379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2300657622001312379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes-are-happening.html' title='changes are happening!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8605949496532068595</id><published>2009-04-02T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:57:53.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:  Hi there. How's your day going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Meh. It's okay I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Have you talked to [ex-boyfriend]  yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yeah, I talked to him today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: How did it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Not very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Oh (pause)  Did he call you or did you call him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I had to call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Because I went to the doctor today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Oh my god, Andrea! I thought you knew better than that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I know Mom. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: I thought you knew about birth control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I do. But birth control is only 97% effective ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Oh my gosh. I just can't believe it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I know Mom.  Well, I guess it looks like I'm moving back to Vernal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(silence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Mom, are you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: Just give me a second to wrap my head around this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Are you going to be mad at me when I say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;APRIL FOOLS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:  Eff  you, Andrea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before you go off and say that's so mean and evil, let me give you some background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still living at home my Mom called up one night and was looking for for my step dad, who was working on a rig that night. She sounded really upset so when I asked her what was wrong she kept saying nothing. When she did finally tell me she said that she had a few glasses of wine at her friend's house then decided to drive home. Well, as she was driving in front of the court house she said she got pulled over and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrested for a DUI&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to freak out and panic. I asked how much bail was and she said $1,000, then I asked if she could use her check book or credit card or something like that! She said it wouldn't work and that she just needed to talk to Tom. I didn't have any money, but I could maybe pawn some stuff! Maybe her friends could help me bail her out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could just imagine the news headline that would follow: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUNTY ATTORNEY ARRESTED FOR DUI...DAUGHTER SHAMED FOR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;!" I would have to move to South America and change my name, never show my face in Utah again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear my Mom start to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom: "hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;APRIL FOOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Eff you Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8605949496532068595?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8605949496532068595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8605949496532068595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8605949496532068595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8605949496532068595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fools Day!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7993959972103410169</id><published>2009-03-30T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:17:58.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Best to Worst</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a crazy couple weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 13th I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; got to see my favorite band in the world in concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RASCAL FLATTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh...they were amazing! I barely had a voice by the end of the new because I was singing so loud to every song!! Jessica Simpson opened for them and, I'm not gonna lie, she wasn't that great! She looked good and her voice was decent, but she was just so awkward on stage I couldn't help but laugh! The concert was outside and it was freezing that night...Who knew it could be so cold in San Diego! Good thing I was wearing my brother's shirt or I might have frozen to death! I loved their backgrounds and graphics. They kept changing so it was hard to get a decent shot of them. We were sitting kinda far back, but it was still an amazing concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGYJVnvOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/toAMlobGTdk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGYJVnvOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/toAMlobGTdk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180384282852578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGX6BW6nI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nZcZR0Uz3Xs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGX6BW6nI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nZcZR0Uz3Xs/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180380171332210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGXwT3IxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/glOyde6i6o8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGXwT3IxI/AAAAAAAAAV4/glOyde6i6o8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319180377564586770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day I also got my car back from the doctor :)  I was so happy I almost cried!! She basically got a make over that weekend. All the body damage was fixed, and she got new tires and a new windshield after almost a year (oops!).  She looks beautiful now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week things started getting stressful. My insurance called and said the lady I hit was now claiming a personal injury! BULL SHIT!! I barely hit her. Not even hard enough for my hood to be replaced, and my air bag never deployed, so how could I hit her hard enough for her to get hurt?! I was so stressed. Then later that night my Aunt Lola got put back in the hospital and no one was really sure what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday I had the day off and decided to go to the beach. It was so nice and warm and sunny...then I get to the coast and it was cold and cloudy and windy :(   I still hung out for a bit and tried to enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday rolls around and I was on my way to a presentation when my sister in law called me. She said Lola was doing A LOT worse and they didn't expect her to make it through the night. They were booking plane tickets and leaving for Utah that night, but I had to wait until the morning to leave. I got to Utah on Friday and by that point Lola seemed to be doing better. I went to see her as soon as I got into town but she was sleeping and I didn't want to wake her. It was so difficult seeing her hooked up to all these machines and all the bruises on her arm from the IVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got another phone call saying Lola got a lot worse during the night and they only thought she'd last another few hours. I hurried to the hospital and spent the rest of the day glued to her bedside. They transferred her from the ICU into a general room so everyone could be with her.   That day was one of the worst days of my life. The pneumonia was eating away at her lungs so she kept spitting up blood. She could barely talk and was so weak. I didn't know a person could cry so much in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30pm, with her whole family surrounding her, Lola passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart watching her take her last breath, and seeing her chest rise and fall, and never rise again. It broke my heart even more to see my Grandma watch her baby sister die.  My Granny was the last person Lola wanted to see when she died, and she died with her head in my Grandma's hands.  We all just sat there and cried for what seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in Vernal all last week and just came back to California yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how things can be so great one minute and absolutely horrific the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE MISS YOU LOLA, AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Feb.13 1921-March 21, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGLOvdDw-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vdRz6X6e_tE/s1600-h/Lola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGLOvdDw-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vdRz6X6e_tE/s320/Lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319185720274043874" 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/455840766069423675-7993959972103410169?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7993959972103410169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7993959972103410169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7993959972103410169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7993959972103410169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-best-to-worst.html' title='From Best to Worst'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SdGGYJVnvOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/toAMlobGTdk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-517177464502933887</id><published>2009-03-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:19:55.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victim Blaming</title><content type='html'>I never knew much about domestic violence or rape before I started my job. Now I feel like that's all I know and I see it everywhere. It can get really annoying when someone says something offensive about women/DV and I automatically go into advocate/educator mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I never wanted a woman to get beat, but when I heard about Chris Brown hitting Rihanna I was a little excited because &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; some attention would be paid to this issue and people could learn more about this epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I check my e-mail this morning. There was a survey done in Boston and it says almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HALF&lt;/span&gt; of teens surveyed said they thought it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rihanna's fault&lt;/span&gt; she was beat!! And to top that off, a "significant" number said that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; was ruining &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; career!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?!?!  When has a woman ever ASKED to be abused?! Oh, that's right, NEVER!!! I am seriously so irritated by people always blaming the victim. I know it's a defense mechanism so people can feel safe and feel like it can never happen to them, but OPEN YOUR EYES!! IT CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE, ANYWHERE, ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sb7OEaGYKXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6sgYYxxxEjg/s1600-h/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sb7OEaGYKXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6sgYYxxxEjg/s320/rihanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313911185464633714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at this picture. Look at the bruises. The swelling. The split lip. She didn't deserve this. No woman or man deserves this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of media sites are criticizing her for going back to him. Did you know on average a battered woman will leave and come back to her abuser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 times&lt;/span&gt; before she leaves for good? 7 TIMES!! The media obviously isn't paying much attention to the cycle of abuse or the dynamics of domestic violence because if they were they wouldn't say a word about this. It frustrates people because they don't understand how a person can keep going back to their abuser. Let me tell you, it's a lot easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much emotional abuse that comes into play, it's hard to explain. The abuser break you down, make you feel worthless, and make you feel like you deserve the abuse you're getting. Eventually you'll feel like you did this to yourself and have no right to leave. That's why people stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't we pointing the finger at Chris Brown and saying, "Why did you do this to a woman you claim to love? What made you think you could do this? What's wrong with YOU!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could seriously go on and on about this for hours, but I'm going to stop. I just want to make sure I get one point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ABSOLUTELY, 100% &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; THE VICTIM'S FAULT THEY WERE ABUSED!!&lt;/span&gt; I don't care what anyone says, no one deserves to be hurt or abused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-517177464502933887?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/517177464502933887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=517177464502933887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/517177464502933887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/517177464502933887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/03/victim-blaming.html' title='Victim Blaming'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/Sb7OEaGYKXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6sgYYxxxEjg/s72-c/rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-3636055635226957984</id><published>2009-03-09T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:31:19.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically 2 weeks, but who's counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt has been in and out of the hospital, I've had drama with my sister, I rear ended the BMW last week, bills are starting to add up, I worked all week, and to top it off I miss the boyfriend like crazy. It feels like it's just one thing after another. I finally broke down and just cried for about 30 minutes last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my cry session last night, I decided I needed to start looking at all the POSITIVE things in my life instead of the negative. So here is my list of "happy things" I have to be thankful in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still have my job.&lt;/span&gt; With how things are going in the economy, and especially in the non-profit world, I'm extremely lucky to still have a full time job with full benefits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My car accident.&lt;/span&gt; Even though it sucks I hit that lady, things could have been a lot worse! No one was injured, we both had insurance, and everything was taken care of within 48 hours. I'm really lucky things happened the way they did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a place to live.&lt;/span&gt; Again, with the way the economy is many people lost their houses and ended up homeless or living in their car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bills.&lt;/span&gt; Or my lack thereof. I'm not in a huge amount of debt and I can pay all my bills every month, so that's something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt; My family has always been there to support me, financially and emotionally. My Mom is normally the first person I call whenever something big happens. I called her when I was still in the parking lot when I got hired to my job and the first one I called when I hit the beemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/span&gt; Gah, they've heard me bitch and complain more than any group of friends should ever have to deal with. They listen, they give advice, they buy me food. They're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So even though things have been wild and crazy lately, I've still got a wonderful life and have many many things to be thankful for :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-3636055635226957984?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/3636055635226957984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=3636055635226957984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3636055635226957984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/3636055635226957984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-happy-thoughts.html' title='Think happy thoughts'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-783991644679550228</id><published>2009-03-05T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:36:47.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom!! No Hands!!</title><content type='html'>This morning I'm driving to work ((before it was even 8am!)), minding my own business, when all of a sudden traffic decides to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;! I slammed on the brakes but it was too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BAMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Baby C hit the back bumper of a BMW :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was super nice, but I think we were both still in shock so we didn't really know what to do/say. We exchanged insurance/personal info and then went along with our day. I was on my way to a high school to do presentations and I was still so freaked out when I got there I don't know how I even drove there. I was really shaken up for the next couple hours so I can only imagine how unprofessional and unprepared I looked while doing the presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got through the day, called the insurance people, and tomorrow I'm going to see how much it's going to cost to fix the poor thing. I feel so bad for my little car. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love that car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get my tax return then I'll be able to pay the deductible and get her looking all pretty again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SbCLbYvofbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jujunX3GI1U/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SbCLbYvofbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jujunX3GI1U/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897263284780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SbCLayn28LI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L8r-ERc_TPM/s1600-h/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SbCLayn28LI/AAAAAAAAAVg/L8r-ERc_TPM/s320/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897253051625650" 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/455840766069423675-783991644679550228?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/783991644679550228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=783991644679550228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/783991644679550228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/783991644679550228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-mom-no-hands.html' title='Look Mom!! No Hands!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SbCLbYvofbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jujunX3GI1U/s72-c/car2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4950781927750079838</id><published>2009-03-04T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:28:02.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a....BOY!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro&amp;amp;&amp;amp;sis-in-law just found out today they're having a little boy! I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; hoping it would be a girl, but I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; excited!! Guess I'll have to count on Sydney to give me a niece :) They even bumped up the due date to July 15 so I won't have to wait an extra 10 days to meet the lil guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vbGlseXBpZS5jb20="&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/GdnBm8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" 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/455840766069423675-4950781927750079838?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4950781927750079838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4950781927750079838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4950781927750079838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4950781927750079838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-aboy.html' title='it&apos;s a....BOY!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-378948760383020872</id><published>2009-02-25T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:12:25.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty In Plaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWvceFMTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hC_b45OzTyU/s1600-h/BBitter+is+the+new+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWvceFMTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hC_b45OzTyU/s320/BBitter+is+the+new+black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306813477766377778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWsQM75WI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OH_9qHVthBg/s1600-h/bright+lights+big+ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWsQM75WI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OH_9qHVthBg/s320/bright+lights+big+ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306813422933632354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWryhhIEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rIADKgXXBNs/s1600-h/such+a+pretty+fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWryhhIEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rIADKgXXBNs/s320/such+a+pretty+fat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306813414966894658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;I freakin' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Jen Lancaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read her books, you should!! She's so sarcastic and such a smart ass, I love it!  I've read all 3 books and can't wait til her 4th  book ((PRETTY IN PLAID)) comes out in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE'S COMING TO SO. CAL FOR A BOOK SIGNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so excited!! She's not coming to San Diego, but I so plan on driving the hour North to go see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice: read her books! You'll be hooked for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-378948760383020872?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/378948760383020872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=378948760383020872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/378948760383020872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/378948760383020872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-in-plaid.html' title='Pretty In Plaid'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SaWWvceFMTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hC_b45OzTyU/s72-c/BBitter+is+the+new+black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-676953830156917122</id><published>2009-02-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:33:24.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah again?!</title><content type='html'>So I'm heading back to Utah ((AGAIN!)) this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great-Aunt Lola has been in the hospital since Thursday and it was really scary there for a while. The docs found out she has emphysema along with congestive heart failure (fluid around her heart) and pneumonia (fluid in her lungs)...oh, did I forget to mention she's 89 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say my family was in a bit of panic over the weekend. My brother drove up on Friday to see her and if things were still looking bad I was going to leave on Sunday and drive up too. Thankfully she's doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; better but I still want to see her and be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd give everyone a heads up so if you see me in town you'll know what's going on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-676953830156917122?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/676953830156917122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=676953830156917122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/676953830156917122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/676953830156917122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/utah-again.html' title='Utah again?!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6549246875548316834</id><published>2009-02-16T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:20:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I be out of line if I said, "I Miss You?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You would think that after 3 years I would be over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You would think that after 3 years I'd stop thinking about him every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You would think that after 3 years I could listen to Edwin McCain without crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You would think that after 3 years I would have moved on and found someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel good where I am in my life and think that if things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; worked out with him then I wouldn't be where I am in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the other days where all I can think is, "What if...what if we had stayed together and gotten married? Would I be happier? Would it be worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the problem with "what-if's"...you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; seeing him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; kissing him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; laying down with him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; talking to him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; watching movies with him. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; hearing him tell me, "I love you." I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; everything about him-about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; and I need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; and should just get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; it already. Trust me, I feel the exact same way. If I could stop feeling like this I would. I would give up my life right now to stop feeling this way every day. It's miserable and heart breaking and so incredibly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to move on, but it's much easier said than done. Every guy I meet I compare to him. Does he make me laugh like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; did? Did I get that incredible feeling like the first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; kissed me? Can I see myself with this guy like I did with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that by writing this in the open that I may FINALLY start to get some closure and be able to move on with my life. I'm happy for him and his beautiful family but a part of me will always wish that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cy1XiEGUIrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cy1XiEGUIrY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/455840766069423675-6549246875548316834?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6549246875548316834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6549246875548316834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6549246875548316834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6549246875548316834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-i-be-out-of-line-if-i-said-i-miss.html' title='Would I be out of line if I said, &quot;I Miss You?&quot;'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2696068002726474365</id><published>2009-02-13T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:29:23.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single's Awareness Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the dreaded Friday the 13th, which means tomorrow is the even MORE dreaded day of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us that doesn't have anyone to celebrate this "wonderful" holiday with, we kindly refer to it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;SINGLE'S AWARENESS DAY (&lt;/span&gt;aka S.A.D.)Seems fitting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip from my favorite movie that describes dating to a T!  Enjoy and Happy S.A.D.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tgS1n7DQbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tgS1n7DQbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/455840766069423675-2696068002726474365?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2696068002726474365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2696068002726474365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2696068002726474365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2696068002726474365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/singles-awareness-day.html' title='Single&apos;s Awareness Day'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-519000713247417388</id><published>2009-02-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:37:00.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Surprise Utah Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SY-tTEcFKBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s9kLscG0CL4/s1600-h/IMG_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SY-tTEcFKBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s9kLscG0CL4/s320/IMG_5626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300645829559003154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So this weekend I flew back to Utah to surprise my Granny for her 90th birthday. I was so bummed because I had to work and didn't think I'd get to go to her party, but I re-arranged my schedule and booked my ticket Thursday for the party on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so awesome! Only 4 people in my family knew I was flying out so I knew it would be a big surprise. When my Grandma saw me she covered her mouth and just started crying. She couldn't believe I actually made it. When Granny cries, I cry, so we were both just standing there in tears, but it was still great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very lucky in my family because I'm the only one that shares a name with my Grandma...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERLIE!!&lt;/span&gt;    Funny story, on her birth certificate her name is spelled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERLEY&lt;/span&gt;, so I asked her about that one day. She said when she got older and had to start writing in cursive she really hated writing the Y so she changed her name to VERLIE....haha I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SY-tTsFbpSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hGlUi-pD2gU/s1600-h/IMG_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SY-tTsFbpSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hGlUi-pD2gU/s320/IMG_5651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300645840201426210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so lucky to have my Grandma. She's an amazing, loving, caring woman and I couldn't ask for a better woman to be my Granny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GRANDMA! 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It's extremely to get the word out to teens about the dangers/warning signs of abusive relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important, teens need to know that they're not alone and there are others out there that can help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know, many of you don't, that I was in an abusive relationship as a teenager into my early 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about it awhile ago, but never had the courage to let anyone read it. Yesterday I stood up in front of 400 Freshman&amp;amp;Sophomore girls and told them my story. I had quite a few girls come up and tell me after they thought I was so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want another girl to feel the way I felt for 4 years, so I finally published my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avsstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://avsstory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it. Don't read. For me it's just about finally getting it out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love: Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7166509190853161368?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7166509190853161368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7166509190853161368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7166509190853161368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7166509190853161368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-confessional.html' title='My Confessional'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2509605331733281687</id><published>2009-02-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:35:49.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I just too picky?</title><content type='html'>I don't consider myself a very high maintenance girlfriend. I don't need to have roses sent to my office every week, I don't need to go to the fanciest/most expensive restaurant in town, and I don't need someone around me 24/7. The only thing I really want and ask for is someone to care about me and be honest. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to call it quits in the dating world, buy myself a puppy, and live like my Aunt Lola the rest of my life. I don't think I have that high of standards when it comes to dating, but it seems like every guy I meet seems to get lower and lower on the date-ability meter. I only have a few simple requests when it comes to the guys I date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not married (I still can't believe I actually have to write that) or going through a divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Star Wars obsession ($2,000 for a Star Troopers Costume is a bit extreme!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over 21 (I want to be able to drink with a person, not be sent to jail)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes President Obama (Obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes the Beach...and South Park!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No drug or alcohol addictions (Been there...done that...over it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No wolf-worshiping (creepy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't abusive, rude, controlling or racist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves his family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good, funny personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to me that's a pretty simple list. Not much to look for, right? Well maybe I'm not looking in the right places but I have YET to find someone that fits those qualifications. It's so frustrating! I have a few other things I would LIKE, but not expecting someone to fit everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A college graduate (I graduated at 20, so this doesn't seem too far fetched)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taller than 5'10 (I have issues with people as tall or shorter than me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes country since I LOVE it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not overweight, but not a stick figure either (Healthy&amp;amp;average)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prefer a non smoker, but as long as you don't chain smoke I can live with that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who can cook since I have no clue how to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys tell me: Am I asking for too much? Or is there really a guy out there like this? If you know him, send him my way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2509605331733281687?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2509605331733281687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2509605331733281687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2509605331733281687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2509605331733281687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-just-too-picky.html' title='Am I just too picky?'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1064512578525670584</id><published>2009-01-30T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:24:47.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah.Utah.Utah.</title><content type='html'>Even though I hated living there, I always go to Utah! It's ridiculous...Anywho, just wanted to let y'all know when I'm heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-customcountdown-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pylb"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;object style="width:300px;height:180px" height="180" width="300" data="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf" quality="high" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="height" value="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="width" value="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://stuff.pyzam.com/toys/customcdown.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="maturity=1239332400000:0:3342387:NaN:source.pyzam.com/app_res/mdp_cd/300x180/c/9/ajpeacock.jpg:Easter032Trip032To032Utah"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="align" value="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/customcountdown"&gt;Custom Countdowns&lt;/a&gt; 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when I see a homeless person my heart goes out to them. I wonder why they're on the street, how they got there, and if they'll be able to pull themselves up and improve their life. I have a lot of sympathy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT ANYMORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An agency in San Diego does a "Point In Time Count" every year of all the homeless in the county, and all the other agencies in the county help with the count. Today was the annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker and I got up at 3am and began the count at 4am! We were the "lucky" ones and got the beach area of Oceanside. We were absolutely terrified! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 girls...at the beach...in complete darkness...our only protection a hot pink flashlight and a clipboard!!&lt;/span&gt; It's the basic plot of all slash films! We had other areas to cover so we drove around for almost 2 hours until we knew we had to face the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time we walked on the sand (at 5:30am)  we saw a man walking near the shore. All alone. No one else around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As employees at a rape crisis center, we know the worst case scenario-we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaked&lt;/span&gt; and ran as fast as we could back to the car! There are more sexual assaults on that stretch of beach in Oceanside than we can even guess, so we weren't about to be another statistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got some courage and ventured back down to the shoreline. Before we were even touching the sand we saw a homeless person...We had been freaking out all morning about coming face to face with one ((they tend to be VERY protective of where they're sleeping)). We realized they were still sleeping, but when we saw movement under the blanket we realized there were 2 and they were having sex! We basically sprinted away and continued down the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean did a sneak attack on us; completely soaking our shoes, socks, and pants. Once the sun came up a light sprinkle started. Even though we were getting wet, we were so exhausted we could barely walk.  I understand why they use sleep deprivation as a torture technique because we were in physical pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 8am crawled by and we were done with the count!! We returned to the office only to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THEY POSTPONED THE COUNT UNTIL NEXT WEEK DUE TO THE LIKELIHOOD OF RAIN!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1559003135207452210?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1559003135207452210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1559003135207452210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1559003135207452210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1559003135207452210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-hate-homeless.html' title='Why I hate the homeless...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7423582316986722187</id><published>2009-01-22T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:14:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Moment"</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was such a historic moment in the United States. 50 years ago blacks couldn't even drink at the same water fountains as whites, let alone run for public office. This video gave me chills the entire time I was watching it because I realized that day wasn't just historic for the U.S., but for the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there are some people who are still angry that President Obama is in office but that's the great thing about democracy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; picked him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; voted for him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; wanted him to lead our country. The majority of the United States thinks he is the best choice and that's why he's in the White House. He's our Commander in Chief and he needs our support.  Up until the end of Bush's presidency I never really said anything bad about him because he was my president, even though I personally didn't vote for him. I respected the fact that over 51% of the nation thought he was the best candidate and gave him my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell all those people who are still whining and complaining to just shut up already and move on with their lives, but that's another amazing thing about our country...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WE'RE NOT ONLY ALLOWED, BUT ENCOURAGED TO VOICE OUR OPINIONS!&lt;/span&gt; It's amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Bush 6 good years before I really started to dislike him. President Obama hasn't even been in office 6 days yet!! So give him a chance people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3a5tvK-V6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3a5tvK-V6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/455840766069423675-7423582316986722187?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7423582316986722187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7423582316986722187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7423582316986722187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7423582316986722187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment.html' title='&quot;The Moment&quot;'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8389994751631174063</id><published>2009-01-21T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:49:56.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1)post these on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2)answer the six "8" items&lt;br /&gt;3)let each person know by leaving them a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;PS these are not in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite tv shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Law&amp;amp;Order-SVU&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Brothers&amp;amp;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;5. South Park&lt;br /&gt;6. HGTV&lt;br /&gt;7. The Daily Show&lt;br /&gt;8. The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched President Obama's inauguration&lt;br /&gt;4. "worked"&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;6. Came home&amp;amp;took a shower&lt;br /&gt;7. Finished my book&lt;br /&gt;8. Fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding out if I'm getting a niece or a nephew!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLEASE LET IT BE A GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer time!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Planning my vacation to Belize&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding out about a job I applied for&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting my new glasses next week&lt;br /&gt;6. Having my car all fixed&lt;br /&gt;7. My facial next weekend&lt;br /&gt;8. Counting homeless people on Friday...I'm being totally sarcastic about looking forward to it, but unfortunately I'm totally serious about counting them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Polar King  (RIP)&lt;br /&gt;2. In-N-Out&lt;br /&gt;3. Soup Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;4. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;5. Panera&lt;br /&gt;6. Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;7. Eggs In The City&lt;br /&gt;8. Mimi's Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things on my wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My car to be fixed&lt;br /&gt;2. Being totally out of debt&lt;br /&gt;3. A PUPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;4. To never work a day in my life again&lt;br /&gt;5. A niece!&lt;br /&gt;6. To be fit&amp;amp;&amp;amp;skinny&lt;br /&gt;7. Lifelong vacation!&lt;br /&gt;8. To find a good guy to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 People I tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Traci&lt;br /&gt;2. Trista&lt;br /&gt;3. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;4. Natalie&lt;br /&gt;5. Lisa&lt;br /&gt;6. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;7. Raquel&lt;br /&gt;8. Chiara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8389994751631174063?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8389994751631174063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8389994751631174063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8389994751631174063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8389994751631174063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-things-about-me.html' title='8 Things About Me'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1869848940943442106</id><published>2009-01-20T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:10:30.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SXZZZ1JMfTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-nfnMjXlGaU/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SXZZZ1JMfTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-nfnMjXlGaU/s320/Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293516712317844786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO THE 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;PRESIDENT BARACK H. OBAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE WHITE HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1869848940943442106?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1869848940943442106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1869848940943442106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1869848940943442106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1869848940943442106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-change.html' title='Time for Change'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SXZZZ1JMfTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-nfnMjXlGaU/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5368006436786507856</id><published>2009-01-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:21:03.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>So last night I was bored and channel surfing and stumbled upon NBC's The Biggest Loser. Holy Moly, that show is addicting!!  I couldn't stop watching...it was a bit ridiculous how into the show I was&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it...I cried! A few times actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4WWj1BTlI/AAAAAAAAATo/aM_NulE5v8M/s1600-h/Jerry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4WWj1BTlI/AAAAAAAAATo/aM_NulE5v8M/s320/Jerry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291191189037469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Jerry...I fell in love with Jerry. I don't know what it is about old people, but my heart tends to break a little. He was working so hard and so determined to lose the weight and be healthy. I just kept looking at him and thought, "If this guy can do it, there's absolutely NO reason I can't!"  I cried for like 5 minutes when they voted him off. I was so sad  :(   But then when they showed how he's been doing after the show I was shocked! He's awesome!! He has such drive, and such determination. I was that guy was my G-Pa! We could go jogging together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4ZKozMjJI/AAAAAAAAATw/Hd3MlOUuX6w/s1600-h/Tara.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4ZKozMjJI/AAAAAAAAATw/Hd3MlOUuX6w/s320/Tara.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291194282748447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about Tara that I really just clicked with. She has such a positive outlook on this whole experience. She was such cheerleader for every other member. I really felt like I related to her a lot more than the other contestants. She seemed like a girl you could go out and party with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4bdZY2hXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uNnYlaDNQLI/s1600-h/Joelle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4bdZY2hXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uNnYlaDNQLI/s320/Joelle.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291196804052190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh...now we have Joelle...Seriously, I felt like throwing something at the TV when I couldn't slap her across the face. She wasn't even trying! Everyone there was giving 110% and she was barely doing 50%! It annoyed me so bad! And then my favorite Jerry gets kicked off instead of her?!  All I can say is she better step up her game or we're going to have some MAJOR issues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5368006436786507856?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5368006436786507856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5368006436786507856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5368006436786507856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5368006436786507856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/biggest-loser.html' title='The Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SW4WWj1BTlI/AAAAAAAAATo/aM_NulE5v8M/s72-c/Jerry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8196470689258151434</id><published>2009-01-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:02:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best advice I ever got...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A few years ago during a very hard time in my life my friend wrote me a letter. I've kept it with me this whole time and I pull it out and read it whenever things get difficult. My friend is going through a hard time right now and I told her I would post this for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Sometimes in life things we want to go a certain way don't go as planned, not everything we want we get, and not everything we get we want. I have had many times in my life were I wondered why did this happen to me, I never did anything to deserve this, why me? Well sometimes we are not ready for that phase in our life to begin and somehow we all pickup on things like that in our minds and we break hearts and our hearts get broken as well. People are in our lives for reasons even if just for a short time or a long time and we may grow close to them or keep them at a distance, and sometimes we end the relationship with them in ways we never wanted or intended to but it is a fact that not everyone is meant to be together. No matter how picture perfect life seems it may not be what you truly desire in your heart and soul, once you can truly feel that they are the one and you are willing to give everything for them and they in turn are willing to give everything for you is it going to be the right time or place for a relationship. It has to be a two way process and both sides must give and take as each is supposed to and give support to the other always and in everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes people do need a break from one another to, well, sad to say, weigh the emotions of how they truly feel for the other person and in which time they choose what they are feeling and if they can be happy with the person in the future and if they truly do love them. Sometimes the people you think you are in love with are the ones that you just need as friends there to comfort you. Just because of one person your life is not over, it is taking a turn, sometimes for the better, never for the worst, it will only be the worst if you want it to be the worst. If you want to learn from it, move on and become stronger and you will be able to help other people on the same path as you and help bring them back up to where they should be, no one should ever feel as if the universe hates them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everyone has to remember that if one person breaks your heart or betrays your trust that there are still people there for you. The friends that people sometimes forget, the families that people neglect, and the people you can always count on, your best friends, who will go out of their way to make you have a great day and smile, these people may be forgotten sometimes when we are down and depressed or mad. But they are always there for us, we just need to remember that the person we are dating is not the only person in our lives. We must not dwell on things that can destroy who we are, and move on, even if it breaks our hearts to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just remember that God is always there for you, me and every person on this planet and all he wants us to do is ask, just a simple plea from his children is all he wants from us to show him we know he is there for us. It is such a simple thing that we forget that we can just kneel down and ask him for help, he is the greatest comforter. Remember that not only do I love you, your family loves you, all your friends love you, and most important of all God loves you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8196470689258151434?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8196470689258151434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8196470689258151434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8196470689258151434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8196470689258151434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-advice-i-ever-got.html' title='The best advice I ever got...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5853478501299731578</id><published>2009-01-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:10:53.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><title type='text'>My "Spot"</title><content type='html'>Whenever I get stressed, lonely, or overwhelmed I have a place I normally go to relax and think. It's probably the most beautiful place I've found in Southern California. Just thought I'd show everyone this amazing place! ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuDPL_waGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Boxzo4ffI8U/s1600-h/January+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuDPL_waGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Boxzo4ffI8U/s320/January+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466484218259554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCwPfEtxI/AAAAAAAAATU/gxVIP4_IFRY/s1600-h/January+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCwPfEtxI/AAAAAAAAATU/gxVIP4_IFRY/s320/January+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465952578975506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCv7lD8vI/AAAAAAAAATM/W6760U5Mc8I/s1600-h/January+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCv7lD8vI/AAAAAAAAATM/W6760U5Mc8I/s320/January+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465947235382002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCvsjTSbI/AAAAAAAAATE/aaoZADtGQbg/s1600-h/January+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCvsjTSbI/AAAAAAAAATE/aaoZADtGQbg/s320/January+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465943201466802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCvd_FwSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/K5Oax7qCzsE/s1600-h/January+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCvd_FwSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/K5Oax7qCzsE/s320/January+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290465939291488546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuCuzGM6MI/AAAAAAAAAS0/inpQ3uxRUlI/s1600-h/January+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuAOxOL-7I/AAAAAAAAARk/87TEAaMXv0E/s320/January+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290463178496146354" 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/455840766069423675-5853478501299731578?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5853478501299731578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5853478501299731578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5853478501299731578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5853478501299731578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-spot.html' title='My &quot;Spot&quot;'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWuDPL_waGI/AAAAAAAAATc/Boxzo4ffI8U/s72-c/January+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1704590259306010681</id><published>2009-01-08T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:05:58.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check the FACTS!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm a little annoyed with Vernal's "finest" newspaper, THE VERNAL EXPRESS, and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;County Attorney’s Office reviews accident that killed Claye Robb&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="story_item_info"&gt;         &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="story_item_author"&gt;by Tabatha Deans&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div class="signature_line"&gt;   &lt;span class="story_item_date"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span id="email_content_message_1253860" class="signature_email_message"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="story_item_images"&gt;                &lt;div class="newline"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The Uintah County Attorney’s Office is reviewing evidence from a Nov. 21, 2008, traffic accident that resulted in the death of Vernal resident Claye Robb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Robb, 48, was hit by a truck driven by Vernal resident Aimee Rowell, 24, while he was walking at night at 1000 S. 1500 W. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Evidence gathered from the scene by Uintah County Sheriff’s deputies, Vernal City police officers and Utah Highway Patrol troopers has been forwarded to the Uintah County Attorney’s Office and is being screened to determine if charges will be pressed against Rowell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Joann Stringham, Uintah County Attorney’s Office clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, says all reports have been received and will be reviewed this week. A decision whether to press charges should be made by the end of next week, she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uintah County Sheriff’s Department Public Information Officer Brian Fletcher says initial toxicology reports performed the night of the accident showed no signs of drugs or alcohol in Rowell’s system, and he doesn’t believe speed was a factor in the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?!?!  One of the first things you learn in journalism is to CHECK THE FACTS before you print the story and apparently the Express writers didn't catch this memo because they do this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;!! Usually they'll call my Mom the Deputy County Attorney and attribute the actual title to one of her MALE attorneys, but to call her an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFFICE CLERK&lt;/span&gt; is ridiculous! She's been an attorney since the 1980's and has been the OFFICIAL UINTAH COUNTY ATTORNEY SINCE 1992!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the County Attorney was a male if this "error" would have occurred so many times. Is it so hard to believe that a FEMALE could be in charge of an office full of men and have the highest position of authority?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah it just annoys me! My Mom is an amazing woman and is one of my inspirations for going to school and making something of herself. She went to law school when women were still supposed to be at home with the kids, not out having careers. She was one of 10 women in that class and I'm VERY proud of what she's done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Vernal Express, how about you STOP GETTING YOUR STORIES WRONG AND CHECK YOUR FACTS ONCE IN AWHILE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1704590259306010681?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1704590259306010681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1704590259306010681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1704590259306010681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1704590259306010681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-facts.html' title='Check the FACTS!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1372694004332985601</id><published>2009-01-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:35:08.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWTgTqaPN8I/AAAAAAAAARc/7xI2oSBHuG8/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWTgTqaPN8I/AAAAAAAAARc/7xI2oSBHuG8/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288598490846279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most days I can handle the bills and the 40 work week and the being-on-my-own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are those days when I would give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; to be 8 years old again, in my old room, in my old neighborhood, riding bikes all day long. The most difficult decision I would have to make is what game do we play first, who was "it" for tag, and my only worry was getting home before dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that's not the life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adult does have it's advantages...My orange juice now comes with Peach Snapps, my allowance is a lot bigger and I don't have to have someone with me when I cross the street, or in one case the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both has it's good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about growing up is the heartbreak. But heartbreak knows no age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents separated when I was 6, my Dad moved out, and the divorce was finalized when I was 8. One night my parents were fighting and my Dad said he was going to leave. I locked myself in a closet and wouldn't come out until he promised he would stay. I remember the nights he would come to read us stories before bedtime and when he would leave I would grab onto his legs as he was trying to walk out the door and beg and cry for him to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's stuck with me my whole life. In my first relationships I would cry and cry and beg the person I was dating not to leave me when we were fighting. Even if I knew the relationship wasn't working I couldn't handle being abandoned again. I couldn't handle that hopeless, lonely feeling I would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone would "abandon" me the only thing to get rid of that feeling was to get mad--to get even. I said some of the most horrible things to people I cared about all because my feelings were hurt and I was trying to be in control of the situation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually went to counseling and worked through a lot of those issues stemming from my childhood, but sometimes they sneak back when I'm least expecting it. Someone will hurt me or do something I think is wrong and all those feelings come rushing back. While my reaction isn't as severe as it used to be, it's still not something I'm proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Growing Up Is Hard" is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is by far the most difficult thing you will ever do in your life. You'll be on top of the world one minute and rock bottom the next. People you loved and cared about will leave and new ones will take their place. Your heart will be broken more times than you can count and it feels like the pieces will never come back together. At times you will be absolutely miserable, and scream and cry and curse the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a quote that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Someday everything will all make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all you can do. Take life one day at a time and hope that one day everything will come together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1372694004332985601?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1372694004332985601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1372694004332985601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1372694004332985601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1372694004332985601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWTgTqaPN8I/AAAAAAAAARc/7xI2oSBHuG8/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7568166600248625172</id><published>2009-01-05T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:49:33.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Addiction</title><content type='html'>SMILE BOX!! &lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this all morning and it's so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a6b784e4451324e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Wyatt&amp;amp;Tyge" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a6b784e4451324e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a6b784e4455784e513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Oct. Vacation" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a6b784e4455784e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a6b784e4455304d773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Birthday Bash" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a6b784e4455304d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a6b784e444d354f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play New Years 2008" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a6b784e444d354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7568166600248625172?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7568166600248625172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7568166600248625172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7568166600248625172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7568166600248625172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-newest-addiction.html' title='My Newest Addiction'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-4176527198672355824</id><published>2009-01-05T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:40:01.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrums aren't just for kids these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The end of the holidays, cold weather and economic gloom will make today one of the most stressful days of the year for returning to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But experts have come up with an unlikely remedy - throwing a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Releasing tension through shouting and screaming is a really beneficial way to expel the negative energies caused by stress,' said body language expert Judi James, the Big Brother psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="clear"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/01/05/article-1105266-02F16CF2000005DC-947_468x286.jpg" alt="Experts say throwing a tantrum can help people deal with stress " class="blkBorder" width="468" height="286" /&gt; &lt;p class="imageCaption"&gt;Experts say throwing a tantrum can help people deal with stress &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'When stress threatens to overwhelm you, try a short sustained burst of shouting, or alternatively, go somewhere quiet, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to help calm you down.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The advice comes as a survey reveals that people are most likely to be irritated by colleagues eating noisily (28 per cent), sniffing (26 per cent), talking too loudly on the phone (21 per cent) and even singing (5 per cent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Researchers found only one in ten prefer to sit quietly to combat tension, while more than a third admitted to having tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1105266/Feeling-stressed-You-ought-tantrum.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-4176527198672355824?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/4176527198672355824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=4176527198672355824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4176527198672355824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/4176527198672355824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/tantrums-arent-just-for-kids-these-days.html' title='Tantrums aren&apos;t just for kids these days'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2451270035373628625</id><published>2009-01-03T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:00:16.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First my Utes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWBCOXPFMcI/AAAAAAAAARU/1fx6wGdKGpM/s1600-h/SanDiegoChargers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWBCOXPFMcI/AAAAAAAAARU/1fx6wGdKGpM/s320/SanDiegoChargers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287298777055834562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW MY CHARGERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-17 IN OVERTIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY TEAMS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First-- Rivers couldn't throw a pass to save his life...&lt;br /&gt;Second-- Sproles was absolutely AMAZING tonight!! He basically won the game!&lt;br /&gt;Third-- Weddle I think we should get married!! We both went to the U, both graduated in 2007, now both live in San Diego...What do you think?? Get back to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2451270035373628625?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2451270035373628625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2451270035373628625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2451270035373628625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2451270035373628625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-my-utes.html' title='First my Utes...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SWBCOXPFMcI/AAAAAAAAARU/1fx6wGdKGpM/s72-c/SanDiegoChargers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1906852886702885929</id><published>2009-01-02T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:45:26.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13-0 BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV76tF3M64I/AAAAAAAAARM/0aYemdcce6c/s1600-h/Utah_Utes_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV76tF3M64I/AAAAAAAAARM/0aYemdcce6c/s320/Utah_Utes_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286938665154308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD TO BE FROM UTAH THAN TONIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;MY UTES TOTALLY KICKED ASS, EVEN THOUGH I SWEAR "BAMA" PAID OFF THE REFS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO UTES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1906852886702885929?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1906852886702885929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1906852886702885929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1906852886702885929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1906852886702885929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/13-0-baby.html' title='13-0 BABY!!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV76tF3M64I/AAAAAAAAARM/0aYemdcce6c/s72-c/Utah_Utes_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7798484809323804187</id><published>2009-01-02T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:26:22.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces Without Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8IHwai118s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8IHwai118s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite songs! These girls are amazing AND they're from Utah!! I heard them on The Morning Zoo when I lived in Salt Lake and was blown away!!&lt;br /&gt;Listen!! I know you'll love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7798484809323804187?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7798484809323804187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7798484809323804187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7798484809323804187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7798484809323804187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/faces-without-names.html' title='Faces Without Names'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6827989297847459956</id><published>2009-01-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:32:13.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo8 Remembered...</title><content type='html'>2008 was a year full of changes, and challenges for me. Even though it's only been over for 36 hours, I figured I can look back and reflex on all that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;: Got to Washington on New Year's Eve. That first month was probably the hardest of my life. I missed my friends, family, and boyfriend ((all back in Utah!)) but I loved getting to know my cousin and experience life outside of Utah. It rained...A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;: Still trying to adjust to my new life...I interviewed for a few jobs in Seattle, but nothing happened. I even interviewed for a job in Utah and that didn't pan out either. I spent a week in Utah trying to figure out my life. A little depressed and still not sure what to do I decided to finally give California a shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;: My Mom and Syd came to Seattle for a week and we played tourist. SO MUCH FUN!! It was actually pretty nice weather for Seattle in winter time!! After they left I made the long 21 hour drive to San Diego! I rented a room from a lady my brother knew and spent my spare time at the beach and looking for a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;: Pretty much all my life consisted of was the beach and job hunting! FINALLY I got my first "real" job at the Women's Resource Center as the Community Educator!! I was so happy I almost cried when they told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;: Time for training!! I had to complete a 60 hour Crisis Intervention Training with the Center for Community Solutions (CCS). It was by far the most emotionally challenging thing I had ever experienced. I cried so much and couldn't believe humans were capable of doing the things I had heard about. I also attended my first business conference in Sacrament, CA. CALCASA (California Coalition Against Sexual Assault).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;: With training over it was time to start presentations. I was SO nervous my first presentation! It was 2 full days at Torrey Pines High School but by the end I felt like a pro! I also decided to move to Carlsbad ((less than 1 mile from the beach!!!)) with two girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;: Came and passed without much happening. Again, I spent WAY too much time at the beach, but that's what happens when you live in California!  Roommate drama started ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;: Decided I was sick and tired of living in a one bedroom with 2 girls--yes, 1 room, 3 girls...NOT FUN!  so I decided to move in with a friend from high school...BEST DECISION EVER!!! My step dad's mom, Donna Ann, died and I flew back to Utah for the funeral. $400 for a 40 hour trip. I was homesick so I flew back over Labor Day to spend get some family time. I hadn't been back to Utah in 7 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;: Again, another month that came and passed without incident. It started to get too cold for a lot of beach time, so I began spending more and more time in Barnes&amp;amp;Noble...I really should get an award for being their most valued customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;: Quite a busy month for me!! My Mom and Syd came down for a quick vacation and I loved it! Beaches, musicals, rummy, Disneyland...it was all I could have hoped for! Then came the big 2-2!! What a better way to spend your birthday than with a bunch of drag queens! And of course spent an interesting Halloween in San Diego as a flapper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;: Insert LOTS of time in Utah! I got to spend a few days in Salt Lake and a few days in Vernal...I loved seeing so much of my family! Still working...still going to the beach...still no life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;: LOTS more time spent in Utah! I got a big reminder of why I dislike Utah so much...SNOW!! I absolutely, positively HATE the snow!! Some people love it. Some people put up with it..Me, not so much. I would rather spend my time in sand and warm places then freezing to death in the snow. Met the infamous "crazy lady" and that night brought with it...Had a weird Christmas with my sister/brother-in-law in Argentina and my Dad in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a good year with lots of positives and LOTS of negatives. I'm just glad it's over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6827989297847459956?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6827989297847459956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6827989297847459956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6827989297847459956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6827989297847459956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/2oo8-remembered.html' title='2oo8 Remembered...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-703264435262044055</id><published>2009-01-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:40:56.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Never Forget...That Crazy Ass Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE NIGHT BEGAN INNOCENT ENOUGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bFA5PGuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RXFqTZrmFzc/s1600-h/Dec.+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bFA5PGuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RXFqTZrmFzc/s320/Dec.+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763154277079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD FRIENDS REUNITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bEmmxNYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FooERusHvbY/s1600-h/Dec.+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bEmmxNYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FooERusHvbY/s320/Dec.+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763147220301186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bDu9ReeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/H4m-hW4fZQQ/s1600-h/Dec.+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bDu9ReeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/H4m-hW4fZQQ/s320/Dec.+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763132282304994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECIDE TO GO OUT AND HAVE A GOOD TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bDGN6cxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k8jCCGAQV6E/s1600-h/Dec.+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bDGN6cxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k8jCCGAQV6E/s320/Dec.+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763121346245394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5Zakv0TpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fgIhegjjBC4/s1600-h/Dec.+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5Zakv0TpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fgIhegjjBC4/s320/Dec.+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286761325655248530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZaapBJlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/poZiyYF77rE/s1600-h/Dec.+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZaapBJlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/poZiyYF77rE/s320/Dec.+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286761322942375506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZ5_UhsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2X2kImCAueQ/s1600-h/Dec.+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZ5_UhsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2X2kImCAueQ/s320/Dec.+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286761314177550018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GET A LITTLE CRAZY EVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZm1PdbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/epGzKQVQu54/s1600-h/Dec.+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZm1PdbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/epGzKQVQu54/s320/Dec.+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286761309035001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, JUST GOOD OLD FASHIONED FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZEZxCII/AAAAAAAAAOM/FA-1PG--w3Y/s1600-h/Dec.+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5ZZEZxCII/AAAAAAAAAOM/FA-1PG--w3Y/s320/Dec.+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286761299792955522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED FROM ALL THE FUN, WE RETURN HOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X8sM4GpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yfKklDqUgso/s1600-h/Dec.+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X8sM4GpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yfKklDqUgso/s320/Dec.+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759712748477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A PEACEFUL EVENING SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS AND THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7-aN3vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mPB01xwjCnQ/s1600-h/Dec.+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7-aN3vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mPB01xwjCnQ/s320/Dec.+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759700456398578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL SHE CAME WALKING INTO OUR LIVES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7a6ToUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O0mVL0briA8/s1600-h/Dec.+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7a6ToUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O0mVL0briA8/s320/Dec.+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759690927317314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS COLD, SO WE TRIED TO BE NICE AND CORDIAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7HWqsQI/AAAAAAAAANs/6PkzzQnmU84/s1600-h/Dec.+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X7HWqsQI/AAAAAAAAANs/6PkzzQnmU84/s320/Dec.+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759685677560066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE JUST COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X6hxqVvI/AAAAAAAAANk/REfCGB0EqQc/s1600-h/Dec.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5X6hxqVvI/AAAAAAAAANk/REfCGB0EqQc/s320/Dec.+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759675590235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE PASSED OUT ON OUR COUCH AND HER FALSE TEETH FELL OUT OF HER MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XOgwgwhI/AAAAAAAAANc/qPCgKQH6irQ/s1600-h/Dec.+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XOgwgwhI/AAAAAAAAANc/qPCgKQH6irQ/s320/Dec.+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758919402734098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE TRIED TO IGNORE HER, BUT THAT DIDN'T WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XOKJlFPI/AAAAAAAAANU/xc7oehEpKAM/s1600-h/Dec.+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XOKJlFPI/AAAAAAAAANU/xc7oehEpKAM/s320/Dec.+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758913333859570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSY: "HONEY, DON'T FORGET YOUR TEETH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XNe6izOI/AAAAAAAAANM/cjc5xAII5_I/s1600-h/Dec.+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XNe6izOI/AAAAAAAAANM/cjc5xAII5_I/s320/Dec.+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758901728070882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THANK HEAVENS SHE DIDN'T LEAVE THEM SITTING ON THE COUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XMq30UQI/AAAAAAAAANE/4vypMsA11vc/s1600-h/Dec.+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XMq30UQI/AAAAAAAAANE/4vypMsA11vc/s320/Dec.+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758887757992194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MAY HAVE BEEN A LITTLE MEAN, BUT WE DECIDED TO MAKE THE BEST OF A VERY STRANGE AND AWKWARD SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XMCLUJgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1DdDb1hXM8c/s1600-h/Dec.+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5XMCLUJgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1DdDb1hXM8c/s320/Dec.+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286758876833916418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DECIDED TO DOCUMENT THIS INTERESTING EVENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VNMWYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YyCTxmCaPq0/s1600-h/Dec.+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VNMWYZ3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YyCTxmCaPq0/s320/Dec.+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756697721300850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WANTED TO SHOW US HER TATTOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VM1dlaTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dmRBepf6ouE/s1600-h/Dec.+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VM1dlaTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dmRBepf6ouE/s320/Dec.+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756691577497906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SHE STARTED TO TAKE OFF HER CLOTHES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VMMkol2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/gi6dcSyryAQ/s1600-h/Dec.+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VMMkol2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/gi6dcSyryAQ/s320/Dec.+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756680601212770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VLhQOVcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kVAykNUz6JU/s1600-h/Dec.+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VLhQOVcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kVAykNUz6JU/s320/Dec.+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756668972881346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AS FAR AS I THINK WE'LL GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VLHCxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/bFKbd3-jgR8/s1600-h/Dec.+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5VLHCxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/bFKbd3-jgR8/s320/Dec.+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756661937121138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DECIDED TO STAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UF73or8I/AAAAAAAAAME/yJFmvJuFjio/s1600-h/Dec.+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UF73or8I/AAAAAAAAAME/yJFmvJuFjio/s320/Dec.+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755473526665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MADE SOME NEW FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UFh7lnwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OKU1-sUgMB4/s1600-h/Dec.+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UFh7lnwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OKU1-sUgMB4/s320/Dec.+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755466563919618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HID FROM HER IN THE BACK BEDROOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UFY8HvjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rPlYL321kAI/s1600-h/Dec.+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UFY8HvjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rPlYL321kAI/s320/Dec.+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755464150236722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UEzEQdjI/AAAAAAAAALs/XmjR00su9Ds/s1600-h/Dec.+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5UEzEQdjI/AAAAAAAAALs/XmjR00su9Ds/s320/Dec.+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755453983815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND KEPT A CLOSE EYE ON THE DOOR SO SHE WOULDN'T FIND US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SQPivIuI/AAAAAAAAALc/dKEQuL3_zyc/s1600-h/Dec.+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SQPivIuI/AAAAAAAAALc/dKEQuL3_zyc/s320/Dec.+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286753451583152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OCCUPIED OUR TIME TAKING PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5fPxe3ggI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GgB3rdwWBPY/s1600-h/Dec.+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5fPxe3ggI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GgB3rdwWBPY/s320/Dec.+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286767737165021698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SP6-xSII/AAAAAAAAALU/vHwl5cnLbVI/s1600-h/Dec.+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SP6-xSII/AAAAAAAAALU/vHwl5cnLbVI/s320/Dec.+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286753446063589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TENSIONS STARTED TO RISE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SPQKhBbI/AAAAAAAAALM/2DCsZEBpWe4/s1600-h/Dec.+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SPQKhBbI/AAAAAAAAALM/2DCsZEBpWe4/s320/Dec.+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286753434570130866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE TRIED TO KICK HER OUT FOR THE 4TH TIME AND SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SO1oqj-I/AAAAAAAAALE/3AZxu0odCt4/s1600-h/Dec.+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5SO1oqj-I/AAAAAAAAALE/3AZxu0odCt4/s320/Dec.+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286753427448827874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD SHE WANTED TO MODEL THE WATER BOTTLE FOR US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RJ0AorFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VjdbeFWMETw/s1600-h/Dec.+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RJ0AorFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VjdbeFWMETw/s320/Dec.+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752241601522770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SHE GOT A BIT ANGRY WITH US WHEN WE TOLD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; SHE HAD TO LEAVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RIl3XG8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/I3a4mdgbRN4/s1600-h/Dec.+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RIl3XG8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/I3a4mdgbRN4/s320/Dec.+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752220624657346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAD BEEN LONG ENOUGH SO WE DID WHAT WE THOUGHT WAS BEST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RIHEv5CI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lso2qYuzMUI/s1600-h/Dec.+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RIHEv5CI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lso2qYuzMUI/s320/Dec.+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752212359308322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CALLED DISPATCH AND HAD A UINTAH COUNTY AND VERNAL CITY OFFICER COME AND GET HER...BOY WERE WE RELIEVED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RHtD4ubI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uJIL7VjJQ_E/s1600-h/Dec.+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5RHtD4ubI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uJIL7VjJQ_E/s320/Dec.+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286752205376371122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS CERTAINLY A NIGHT NONE OF US WILL EVER FORGET...&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/455840766069423675-703264435262044055?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/703264435262044055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=703264435262044055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/703264435262044055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/703264435262044055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-will-never-forgetthat-crazy-ass-lady.html' title='We Will Never Forget...That Crazy Ass Lady!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SV5bFA5PGuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RXFqTZrmFzc/s72-c/Dec.+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-1870983944284728435</id><published>2008-12-30T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:22:29.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I need a life...</title><content type='html'>What do you have to talk about when you're single?!&lt;br /&gt;It hit me the other day that I have an incredibly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; life...Sad, but true. I read all these blogs about friends from school, all of whom are married (most with kids/puppies), and I realize I have absolutely nothing to compare to them! There are all these stories of houses being purchased, family pictures being taken, new jobs, kids eating gross green stuff that inevitably ends up all over the kitchen, vacations around the world, dogs wearing funny hats, and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;What do I have going on, you ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING! NOTTA! ZERO! ZILCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seriously dated anyone for almost a year...I can't have a puppy until we move...I'm too poor to go on vacation...My life is just full of fun and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I need a change. I'm not sure what type of change, but I need to shake things up a bit. Normally when I get this idea in my head the first thing to go is my hair, but I'm actually satisfied with that. Maybe a new tattoo or another piercing or something. Again, normally that's not the type of things I turn to, but that's what a change is all about, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-1870983944284728435?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/1870983944284728435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=1870983944284728435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1870983944284728435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/1870983944284728435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparently-i-need-life.html' title='Apparently I need a life...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-8892812665472073605</id><published>2008-12-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:15:38.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's been quite a few years since we've had any "real" contact. Mom has kind of taken over your role in the Stringham house, but we can just let that slide.&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that this year I've been pretty damn good! I work for a non profit helping thousands of people every year and I don't make ANY money doing it, so I figured you could reward me for my good behavior. I have a short list, nothing to extravagant, but I think it should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, and most important, could you please fix my car?? She's been such a great car the last 5 years and has never done anything to hurt anyone. There was that one bird but that was my fault, not hers! Since I moved to California cash has been tight and I haven't been able to buy her everything she needs...So if you could just get an elf/mechanic to give her new brakes, shocks, struts, drums, spark plugs, tires, a front windshield and a complete fluid change I would love it! It should only run you about $1,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A puppy would be fabulous! I know our landlord won't allow them at the moment, but if you bring a small one then maybe she'd never know! We'll only be there a few more months so it shouldn't be a big deal. I've enclosed 2 pictures for you to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first little guy is a puggle, a mix between a pug and a beagle. Look at the face!! How can you resist it!! You may want to get one for yourself to keep you company on the long sleigh ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfspokhJvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wghuhnJPF4o/s1600-h/puggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfspokhJvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wghuhnJPF4o/s320/puggle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449288124573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this second one is just too cute for words!! She's a teacup Maltese and is just a tiny ball of fur! I could carry her around in my purse and take her to work and my boss would never know! SO CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfspVhAogI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5CMvqyNrrsU/s1600-h/tea+cup+maltese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfspVhAogI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5CMvqyNrrsU/s320/tea+cup+maltese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449283009585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I could really use a vacation! Work has been stressful and this has been a really hard adjustment being away from my family. I know I live in a tropical paradise already, but I've always wanted to see Fiji. Again, I don't think that's too much to ask for. You can even come join me if you'd like! I'm sure it gets really annoying being in the snow all the time. You can work on your tan with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfty91gZ6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ohy2zx4cPIw/s1600-h/Fiji.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfty91gZ6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ohy2zx4cPIw/s320/Fiji.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280450547963422626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And finally, Santa, could you please please PLEASE bring me a little baby niece!! Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE my nephews with all of my heart, but I really would LOVE a niece! Everywhere I go I am surrounded by little boys...I'm always buying little boy clothes as gifts and for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; I want to buy something cute and pink and girly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfvRTkRCSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0o_ZMDnVY7c/s1600-h/baby+girl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfvRTkRCSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0o_ZMDnVY7c/s320/baby+girl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280452168704395554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfvRmaaVHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h6NVsKI90xY/s1600-h/girls+pjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfvRmaaVHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h6NVsKI90xY/s320/girls+pjs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280452173763335282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Santa, it's been great writing to you. I hope you take this letter serious and help me out here...Maybe I don't need the vacation to Fiji, but everything else is a keeper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love-Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-8892812665472073605?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/8892812665472073605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=8892812665472073605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8892812665472073605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/8892812665472073605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SUfspokhJvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wghuhnJPF4o/s72-c/puggle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6892549627521935236</id><published>2008-12-13T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:56:28.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny B</title><content type='html'>It's been 9 years since my Grandma Blackburn died. It's crazy how you remember the most random details when it comes to different events in your life.&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago, on the day after Thanksgiving, my Granny suffered a massive stroke. They did emergency surgery to release the pressure on her brain, which meant a huge tube coming out of her head to drain all the blood. I remember walking into the ICU and seeing all these extremely sick people, and when we came to one room I saw the person laying in bed hooked up to all these tubes and they looked like they were about to die. I was shocked and felt so horrible for that person and their family.&lt;br /&gt;Then my Mom walked into that room.&lt;br /&gt;The horrible looking person about to die was my Grandma. My sweet, amazing Grandma who got up at 5am everyday to either walk or play dice with her friend Keith. My Grandma who made the most delicious peanut brittle you've ever tasted in your life. My Grandma who watched "The Price Is Right" every morning and when her 2nd husband was called down as "the next contestant" you can see her jumping up and down on the tape. My Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;She was paralyzed on the right side of her body and couldn't speak when my sister and I had to leave to go back to Utah. When we walked out of the door she lifted her arm and tried to wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw my Grandma alive. She passed away at home a couple weeks later. She had a living will and never wanted to be put in a nursing home. My Mom was with her that Monday morning when she died.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney and I went back to Idaho for the funeral, and it was probably one of the worst few days of my life. As soon as the viewing started, I started crying. I cried the whole 2 hours non stop. It wasn't my Granny laying there. She always had her hair a certain way and, because of the tube they had shaved one side of her head, they tried to fix her hair so you couldn't see the bald spot. She was allergic to make up, but they had caked it on her. And she wasn't wearing her glasses. I was in total shock from the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was only 13 when she died and I hate it that my most vivid memories of her are her funeral. I still have great memories of her, but none that will ever be as clear as those days in November and December 1999.&lt;br /&gt;My Granny was born in 1920 and when she was just 20 years old she bought and opened her own beauty parlor. Women still didn't have many rights back then so this was a huge accomplishment. She was elected as the first woman on the Rexburg City Council. Overall she was an amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;I blame my Grandma for my addiction to cheesecake and raspberries. And my love for peanut brittle...and rubharb jam...and waffles...All of those come from the countless meals my Granny would always make me when I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of her, the more great memories I have of her. Playing cards and dice, and the game of "LIFE", picking raspberries, "Pick A Hand", watching her do hair in her kitchen, old food in the freezer, her house that always stayed the same, more junk in the closet than anyone knew what to do with, sleeping in her bed with her and imagining clouds, her post it notes...I could go on and on for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a better person for having my Grandma in my life. My family is better because of my Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GRANNY AND STILL MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darlene M. Saurey Blackburn Peterson Bowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sept. 17, 1920-Dec. 13, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6892549627521935236?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6892549627521935236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6892549627521935236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6892549627521935236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6892549627521935236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/12/granny-b.html' title='Granny B'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-2227138812453239876</id><published>2008-12-09T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:24:20.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same</title><content type='html'>I was thinking this week about how different my life is from a year ago, but then in the same thought how it's really not all that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December I was still living in Salt Lake, watching Wyatt&amp;amp;Tyge, and working as an office assistant. I hung out with about the same people I had the whole time I lived in Salt Lake. I was dating a new guy, but still talking to some of my exes. I lived with my sister and went back to Vernal as often as I could, normally a couple times a month. I had graduated from the U and was getting ready to move to Seattle but still had NO clue what I was going to do with my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are a year later. I live in San Diego, technically Oceanside, and have my first real job out of college as Community Educator. I live with a girl I knew from Vernal and don't really hang out with that many people other than my brother and some girls I met in a training. I haven't seriously dated anyone for 9 months, which is a record for me. I still talk to a select few exes, but the main one I don't anymore. I still go to Utah whenever I can take the time off and have the money, so twice since March. And I still have no freaking clue what I'm doing with my life! So even though a lot of things are different, they still feel the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like my life when I lived in Utah. I was so convinced that once I got out of that damn state things would be better for me. One of those "the grass is greener on the other side" situations. Don't get me wrong I love being in California! I love the beach, and the sunshine, and being able to wear flip flops in the middle of December, but it still feels like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a big part is I miss my family. I'm such a homing pigeon it's ridiculous! I miss wrestling around with Gage and flipping Riken upside down. I miss playing monster trucks with Wyatt and rocking Tyge to sleep. Gah I just miss all those little boys so much it breaks my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a stressful week with my family members in and out of the hospital. First my step dad fell off a ladder and had to go to Salt Lake because they thought he had a blood clot. Then my 88 year old grandmother was admitted two days ago because she couldn't breath and had to stay in the ICU overnight. I was so stressed and freaked out! I'm always there for my family when there's a crisis. Even though the majority of the time I know there's nothing I can do, it still makes me feel better just knowing that I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what the intention of this blog is. Mostly I just wanted to vent. I guess to sum everything up I'm homesick and miss my family. I would love to be near them but I don't think I can give up my life in California to go back to Utah. Even though it's extremely difficult sometimes living down here, it's the life I've wanted for a long time and I'm not going to give it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-2227138812453239876?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/2227138812453239876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=2227138812453239876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2227138812453239876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/2227138812453239876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7329900828558338642</id><published>2008-12-02T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:46:20.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months worth of updates!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow I've been so bad at this thing the last couple months! Oops!! Let's do a quick little update then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October my Mom and Syd came down to visit for a few days. We only spent one day around Oceanside/Carlsbad and spent the rest of the time up in LA with my aunt&amp;amp;uncle. It was such a fun girls vacation! We went to the cliffs in Carlsbad, saw the musical "Wicked" in Hollywood, played A LOT of Blackburn Rumy ((a family tradition)) and then one day me and Syd went to Disneyland...SO STINKIN' FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXENpd8WVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2szTJ-Yd8yI/s1600-h/us+in+front+of+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXENpd8WVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2szTJ-Yd8yI/s320/us+in+front+of+pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275338277283191122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXENH_kxtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fuJjs-h9YZo/s1600-h/Syd%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXENH_kxtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fuJjs-h9YZo/s320/Syd%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275338268297447122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXEMt8AScI/AAAAAAAAAHE/df7Q3qzmkUI/s1600-h/mom,+me+syd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXEMt8AScI/AAAAAAAAAHE/df7Q3qzmkUI/s320/mom,+me+syd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275338261303151042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love October because....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I wanted to do something fun&amp;amp;&amp;amp;crazy, so I dragged some friends and my brother to a Drag Queen Show!! Oh my gosh, it was amazing!! I had a few drinks before we got there so the whole thing was so much fun! Me and the Drag Queen became quite good friends by the end of the night! :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMj89KfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V25sxejTCho/s1600-h/Lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMj89KfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V25sxejTCho/s320/Lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275340457646041586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMUGK7yI/AAAAAAAAAHs/S1vQV_ZQSik/s1600-h/lipsgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMUGK7yI/AAAAAAAAAHs/S1vQV_ZQSik/s320/lipsgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275340453389725474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMDgLqhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qx-P0I2yVYg/s1600-h/Lips1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXGMDgLqhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qx-P0I2yVYg/s320/Lips1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275340448935422482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Halloween...Oh man!! I dressed up as a flapper and went to downtown San Diego with a friend and then ran into another friend! I honestly think I was a flapper in a previous life...I loved my costume!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXEyxqBEuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GKScgO2gwQc/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXEyxqBEuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GKScgO2gwQc/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275338915136475874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was a really busy and fun month but I was glad when things slowed down in November. When I lived in Utah I was always going to Vernal for the weekend and spending time with my family, so now that I live in California it's so strange to NOT see my family all the time! I was SO excited to go back to Utah and spend some quality time with my friends&amp;amp;&amp;amp;family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few more days in Salt Lake than I originally planned, but it was still a lot of fun! I went with my friend Lisa to Wall-E and Body Worlds and took Wyatt&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Tyge to the Children's Museum on Sunday...GAH I MISS THOSE LITTLE BOYS! They're both getting so big and handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY made it to Vernal and it was amazing to see all my family, especially my nephews. Kids grow up so stinkin' fast! Thanksgiving was great, and the only downside was my grandpa was too sick to join us but he loved the leftovers! I got to see all my friends I haven't seen in months and spend time with my nephews. SUCH A GREAT VACATION!! The only downside was my best friend Angie went into labor the day I flew back to California and had her little boy yesterday morning!! :(   I'm so sad I missed it, but I'll be back for Christmas so not too much longer til I can see little Jaxon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIOz_ezVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/r__i0-zfEwE/s1600-h/tyge,+me,+wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIOz_ezVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/r__i0-zfEwE/s320/tyge,+me,+wyatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342695334595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPDvcbbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DQgWGUWh0GE/s1600-h/body+worlds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPDvcbbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DQgWGUWh0GE/s320/body+worlds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342699562298802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPWf9Q2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/aaYmpIMqTpo/s1600-h/gator,+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPWf9Q2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/aaYmpIMqTpo/s320/gator,+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342704597615458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPqUU4cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d5o08IvRmPY/s1600-h/Riken,+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPqUU4cI/AAAAAAAAAIU/d5o08IvRmPY/s320/Riken,+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342709917540802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPxqNPVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2reWguuJOSM/s1600-h/cassidys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXIPxqNPVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2reWguuJOSM/s320/cassidys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275342711888362834" 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/455840766069423675-7329900828558338642?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7329900828558338642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7329900828558338642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7329900828558338642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7329900828558338642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-months-worth-of-updates.html' title='2 months worth of updates!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/STXENpd8WVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2szTJ-Yd8yI/s72-c/us+in+front+of+pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5841104083511804759</id><published>2008-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:22:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexuality and the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just so everyone knows I am NOT a supporter of Prop 8. I think it's ridiculous that this country won't give equal rights to EVERY citizen! If a two men want to get married, I see no harm in that. It's not going to effect me one little bit so when November rolls around I'm voting NO ((since I am now a registered voter in the state of California!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this paper and since a big argument is about the Bible and religious stand point ((even though we shouldn't let church/religious views effect how our government runs)) I thought I would share it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When people refer to "the Bible" they usually mean the King James Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are 105 different version of "the Bible" printed in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are 350 Protestant denominations in America. Each has their own set of beliefs, and the 106 bibles reflect different and often contradictory translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The bible was written over a period of 1500 years by various authors. Nothing was written as it happened, but was passed down by word of mouth over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-King James, of the "King James Version" was likely homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Out of the 31,176 verses in the bible, less than  .0002% refer to same sex behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The word "homosexual" is not in the bible. It was not invented until 1869.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus never said anything about or alluded to homosexuals or homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A BRIEF REVIEW OF THE BIBLICAL PASSAGES THAT HAVE BEEN INTERPRETED AS BEING CONDEMNING OF HOMOSEXUALITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 19: Sodom and Gomorrah.&lt;br /&gt;This story has been misused and misinterpreted as being about homosexuals and their destruction. Genesis 18 reveals that Sodom was slated for destruction before any angels appear to Lot. The bible itself tells why Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 16:49 clearly states the "sin" of Sodom-:&lt;br /&gt;"Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fullness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leviticus 18:22 and 20:13.&lt;br /&gt;The book of Leviticus has 61 laws that range from dietary prohibitions ((no eating pork, shrimp, oysters, etc--which are an "abomination" to eat)), to law regarding uncleanness, i.e. menstruating women, to the promotion of animal torture and blood sacrifice, to the death penalty for heterosexual adulterers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within those 617 laws are the prohibition against a man laying with another man--it is referred to as an "abomination" which refers to "the uncleanness of the Gentiles and that which is ritually unclean" for Jews. IT DOES NOT REFER TO ANYTHING THAT IS EVIL. Other things that are an "abomination" range from "false balance" (Prov.11:1) to "that which is esteemed highly among men" (Luke 16:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Testament only has the 2 Levitical references to same sex behavior. Christians are not bound by the 617 Levitcal rules of the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are stories of same sex love and bonding in the Old Testament, and they are presented as being positive: Ruth and Naomi, and Jonathan and David (as in King David).&lt;br /&gt;"Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul" I Samuel 18:2. and "Jonathan Saul's son delighted much in David" I Sam. 19:2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth's love for Naomi prompted her to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Intreat me not to leave thee...for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: they people shall be my people, and they God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried." Ruth 1: 16,17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY person who talk about same sex behavior in the New Testament is Paul. In Romans, Corinthians, and 1 Timothy, Paul explains his ideas on sexuality, gender roles, and slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To women he insists that they "remain silent' and 'let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over a man, but to be in silence"&lt;/u&gt;   **Yes, let's everyone believe what this guy thinks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul exhorted slaves to "be obedient to their masters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul talked about women who were "without natural affection" without having any understanding of sexual orientation. He made other references in those 3 chapters which are all subject to interpretation and different translations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 6:9:&lt;br /&gt;     "neither fornicators, nor idolators, nor adulterers, nor effeminate...shall inherit the kingdom of God".&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote from the King James Version. The "effeminate" was changed to "homosexual" in other, more modern translations, even though "effeminate" does NOT mean "homosexual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERE ARE NO OTHER REFERENCES TO SAME SEX BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT PEOPLE OF FAITH FEAR IS THAT THEY WILL LOSE THEIR BIBLE AND THEIR BELIEF SYSTEM, IF THEY AGREE TO, OR WORK FOR, EQUAL RIGHTS FOR LESBIAN, GAY AND BISEXUAL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF WOMEN CAN KEEP THEIR FAITH AFTER BEING TOLD THEY ARE MADE FOR ME, TO DO THEIR BIDDING, THEN TO REMAIN SILENT...AND IF AFRICAN-AMERICANS CAN KEEP THEIR FAITH AFTER BEING TOLD THEY WERE ONLY WORTHY OF BEING SERVANTS AND SLAVES, THEN IT COULD BE POSSIBLE AND REASONABLE TO ALLOW PEOPLE TO DEAL WITH THEIR DOCTRINES AND KEEP THEIR BELIEF SYSTEMS INTACT WHILE WORKING FOR OUR LEGAL RIGHTS AND FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=31565054&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=31544626051&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=31544626051&amp;amp;id=29005073"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v358/6/55/29005073/n29005073_31565054_5961.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; 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One of my favorite movies of all time is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"IRON JAWED ANGELS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;. It shows the struggles that women went through to get us the right to vote. It's important to never forget just what was sacrificed for us to get this right. It's sad that there was such a struggle for women to become "equals" to men, but I guess that's just how our society is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I got this e-mail from a friend earlier today and I wanted to pass it on. It's powerful stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's a great quote in the movie by a doctor who says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"IN WOMEN, COURAGE IS OFTEN MISTAKEN FOR INSANITY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is the story of our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers&lt;/span&gt;; they lived only 90 years ag&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/?action=view&amp;amp;current=womenpicketing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/womenpicketing.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it was not until &lt;u&gt;1920&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/?action=view&amp;amp;current=holdingflags.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/holdingflags.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;i&gt;innocent and defenseless&lt;/i&gt;, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LucyBurns.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/LucyBurns.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucy Burns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of the night, they were &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely alive&lt;/b&gt;. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They beat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucy Burns&lt;/span&gt;, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, &lt;i&gt;bleeding and gasping for air&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DoraLewis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/DoraLewis.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dora Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurled &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dora Lewis&lt;/span&gt; into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cell mate, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice Cosu&lt;/span&gt;, thought Lewis was &lt;b&gt;dead&lt;/b&gt; and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards &lt;i&gt;grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus unfolded the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Night of Terror'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vote&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AlicePaul.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k18/andrea_stringham/AlicePaul.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alice Paul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of the leaders, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice Paul&lt;/span&gt;, embarked on a hunger strike, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tied&lt;/span&gt; her to a chair, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt;. She was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tortured&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;History is being made.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6410413417433266055?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6410413417433266055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6410413417433266055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6410413417433266055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6410413417433266055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-friends-one-of-my-favorite-movies-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5162929230102082404</id><published>2008-09-23T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:24:38.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4s</title><content type='html'>4 People I heart: Parentals...Siblings...Nephews...Friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I visit over and over: The beach, In-N-Out, Jamba Juice, Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 People I text/email on a regular basis: Sydney, Jake K, Shaun, Mom...yes my mom can text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite Foods: Pasta, Jamba Juice, Fruit, Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I'd rather be: (only 4??) Australia, Fiji, at the beach, OFF WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things I'd rather be doing: Laying at the beach, napping, reading, seeing my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I watch over and over: Wedding Crashers, Iron Jawed Angels, The American President, Cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV Shows I watch over and over: House, Grey's Anatomy, Law&amp;amp;Order-SVU, South Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Bands I love: Nickelback, Daughtry, Three Days Grace, Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Songs I love: "Bittersweet Symphony"-The Verve   "Saving Me"-Nickelback "Over You"-Daughtry  "Something Like That"-Tim McGraw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5162929230102082404?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5162929230102082404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5162929230102082404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5162929230102082404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5162929230102082404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/09/4s.html' title='4s'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-945777826174729828</id><published>2008-09-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:31:43.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Utah...</title><content type='html'>It's been about 7 months since I've been back to Vernal, and FINALLY this last weekend I got to go back!! I've always been the person that hated Vernal and only went back to see my family, but this time I was actually really excited to go back and see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew out of San Diego Thursday night, and my flight was 3 hours late so I didn't even land until 1:30am!!! Didn't get much sleep that night. The next morning I went to Traci's to see Wyatt&amp;Tyge so Traci could go to a dentist appointment. Holy cow I miss those two little boys sooo much!! Wyatt just started kindergarten and Tyge has curly hair and lots of teeth! He's talking now and running all around! It's amazing how big they both are...I took them to the park and at one point Tyge wanted me to pick him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck and put his head on my shoulder, and just sat there for like 5 minutes. I almost started crying because I miss him so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch Jake came and got me and we met up with Lisa at Aristo's near the U...It was sooo great to see both of them! I haven't seen Lisa for months and we had so much fun just sitting there and talking and catching up! Then me and Syd headed for Vernal!!! It's been so long since I've driven to Vernal I was amazed at how beautiful it was! We got to Vernal and went to see my Dad&amp;&amp;Lola...then we broke into Sheri's new house!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we decided to head to Red Canyon for some lunch, and most likely stop by the Stringham Cabin. Again, I forgot how pretty and green everything is. I guess I didn't hate the mountains as much as I thought I did. My dad just bought a new truck so he let me drive it up there =]  Anyways, lunch was so good! It was me, Sydney, my Dad and my Aunt Sharee! After lunch we left and went to my cousin's camp site, but they weren't there so we went to the Stringham Cabin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was drinking night!! haha I went with my great friend Missy to Club XS...The only thing I can say about that was it was quite...interesting!! I didn't last very long there and ended running into an old friend and left with him. It was so weird because later that night it started to rain! I haven't seen the rain or lightning since I moved from Seattle...I love the rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was a pretty lazy morning...We went to JB's for breakfast where I ran into ANOTHER ex, but we had a pretty good talk and it was good to see he's doing well. Sydney went back to Salt Lake and I slept most the day, since the night before I only slept about 3 hours!! I spent the rest of the day at Sheri's house hanging out with my nephews....Gage is in 2nd Grade and Riken is a little terrorizer, but soo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend finally came to an end yesterday =[  I packed up as much stuff as I could and made "the rounds" saying goodbye to everyone! I hated it...It took so much energy not to break down and stay in Vernal forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd ever think about moving back to Utah, but now that's all I can think about...I really hoped that coming back would give me some closure or give me some answers, but that didn't really happen. I did get some closure with a few people, but being back around my family made me realize how much I miss them and how I hate being so far away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to those of you who I didn't get to see, I'm really sorry!! It was crazy trying to see everyone in just a few short days!! I'll be back for Thanksgiving for the whole week so hopefully I'll get to see more people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how big these two got!!! Love my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbSHGOGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HzpTvtjgXZI/s1600-h/Utah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbSHGOGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HzpTvtjgXZI/s320/Utah+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523031419271266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Jake, and Me!! They're soo great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbuS_LTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CFYRjgyXmUs/s1600-h/Utah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbuS_LTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CFYRjgyXmUs/s320/Utah+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523038985334066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stringham Cabin...everyone come see it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hb35nWyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gik7SGXVBU8/s1600-h/Utah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hb35nWyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gik7SGXVBU8/s320/Utah+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523041563269922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of the Stringham Cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbzE21ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u9igUyzMTkY/s1600-h/Utah+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbzE21ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u9igUyzMTkY/s320/Utah+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523040268244370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Pops and Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hcDDUrWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XQDU1F6A-gY/s1600-h/Utah+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hcDDUrWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XQDU1F6A-gY/s320/Utah+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523044556778850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookout over Red Fleet...Love that drive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h0wJvKqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p4rvTnGzDgA/s1600-h/Utah+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h0wJvKqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p4rvTnGzDgA/s320/Utah+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523468980136610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Vernal!! Coming into town on Hwy 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h0yhT1FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YyGX1QO4iGw/s1600-h/Utah+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h0yhT1FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YyGX1QO4iGw/s320/Utah+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523469615879250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h1HSHUYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jZUSKShnd6A/s1600-h/Utah+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2h1HSHUYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jZUSKShnd6A/s320/Utah+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523475189289346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-945777826174729828?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/945777826174729828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=945777826174729828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/945777826174729828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/945777826174729828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-in-utah.html' title='Back in Utah...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SL2hbSHGOGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HzpTvtjgXZI/s72-c/Utah+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-7461031343966182470</id><published>2008-08-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:49:36.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in Australia</title><content type='html'>Let me just start out and say that Australia is one of the most amazing, beautiful places in the world! I've never been to a more extraordinary place before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year my great friend Maggie called and said she was going to Australia for a bit. Well, I couldn't let her wander the country alone so I booked my ticket and headed "down under"! We were really lucky because my cousin Kim actually lives right by Sydney, Australia so we planned to stay with her for a few days and save some cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight is 14 hours from San Fran to Sydney...We left on Thursday night and got to Syndey Saturday morning at 6:30...Yeah, we lost a Friday! Anyways, when we landed it took us over an hour to get through customs. So you know how in America we have big German Shepards that sniff out drugs?? Well, in Australia they have these little beagles that sniff out fruit!! They're Fruit Beagles!! Apparently one of them liked the scent of Krispy Kreme donuts and sniffed me out, so I had to have EVERYTHING searched to make sure I didn't smuggle in an apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Kim and her little boy Quinn were at the airport to pick us up! We got to her house in Manly and relaxed for a bit. Kim refused to let us sleep because she said it would help with the jet lag. To wake us up she took us to a Koala Park! IT WAS SO FUN!! You could feed and play with kangaroos and then they brought out a koala that you could pet...Maggie was basically the kangaroo whisperer because they would always stand up on their back legs and eat the food...I tried that, but then I ended up getting bit! haha Later that night we went to a beach party that the club my cousin belonged to was hosting. We were so tired and it was only 9pm! We felt like old ladies! Anyways when we got back and got ready for bed I heard my cousin yelling to come see what was in Stewart's room ((her older son))...Seriously, I've never seen a bigger spider in my life! IT WAS HUGE!! Her husband John tried to suck it up with a vacumm, but the damn thing escaped! Eventually he got it and we could all sleep soundly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Maggie &amp; I got up at 5:30am to go to a local pub and watch the Rugby World Cup. It's amazing how many people were there and drunk already! I don't even remember who won, but it was great! We walked down the beach around 7:30am and went back to sleep! That day we just hung out at the beach and played in the nice, warm water! Later that night Stewart wanted to take us somewhere special so we had some Indian food! Some food was great! The rest not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next 2 days we were going to explore Sydney. The downfall was I woke up feeling soooo sick! Kim drove us all around and even showed up where Nicole Kidman&amp;Keith Urban live in Sydney. We stopped at the spot where you can see the Sydney Harbour Bridge and The Opera House...Well I got out of the car and made it a whole 5 minutes before I had to run over to the bushes and throw up! It was so gross! I never throw up, so it was just my luck the ONE time I'm in Australia I'm sick!! I was pissed...We went to a couple more spots, but I couldn't handle it anymore so when it was time to go pick up Stewart we left Maggie in Sydney and I went home with Kim...Now, if ANYONE knows Maggie knows that she's the most adventurous person out there, so she was totally fine being left in the city by herself. On our way home, I had to throw up AGAIN, except we were about to drive across a bridge so I had to lean out the car, throw up on the side of the street, and then run into a parking lot...So not fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next two days laying at Kim's house wishing that someone would kill me. I hated being sick! I missed so many fun things too! We had bought tickets for the Opera House so my cousin's husband ended up meeting Maggie and coming back with her. We kept teasing them about their "first date"!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we flew up North to Airlie Beach, where we would go sailing on The Great Barrier Reef...I was still feeling sickly, but this was something I was NOT going to miss! The first day on the boat was amazing! We met so many people and went snorkeling like 3 times! Oh, did I mention that it was also my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21st Birthday&lt;/span&gt;!! I got a piece of cake and everyone sang to me...It was so funny when they were singing because they got to "Happy Birthday Dear..." and everyone stopped because they didn't know my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the boat for two days and I was so sad to leave. The water was so amazing and we went to honestly the most beautiful beach in the world! Every time we got out of the water we had food and coffee waiting for us, and it was just so incredibly relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last leg of our journey was to the beautiful Byron Bay! It was a little hippy town that was so chill and relaxed! We stayed there for 3 days and it was the best part of the trip! The first day it rained so we stayed in all day and watched episodes of Grey's Anatomy ((you know me, I can't go anywhere without it!)) The next day we went and explored...oh and I got another tattoo!! The whole time we stayed in this cool little hostel &amp; met some great people!! I was scared to stay in a hostel because I thought it would be all trashy, but were booked our trip through a travel agency so they found us some nice ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then our trip came to a close and we headed back to Sydney. Kim let us stay with her one more night before we had to fly home. Maggie's flight left a few hours before mine since she was flying to New Zealand, so she took a cab to the airport and I stayed and hung out with Kim. Kim dropped me off and then I flew home. I left Sydney at 3:30pm Thursday and got back to Salt Lake at 4:45pm on the same Thursday! Honestly, the LONGEST day of my life! It was a 43 hour day...Gotta love those time zone changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the best trip I've ever been on! I couldn't think of a better person to travel with other than Maggie! She was so fun and so great to go explore with! We would have been screwed without my cousin, Kim. She was amazing! THANKS KIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;Maggie at the Salt Lake Airport before our flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2SNDjMtEI/AAAAAAAAACU/WzEzFk3nsDI/s1600-h/australia-airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2SNDjMtEI/AAAAAAAAACU/WzEzFk3nsDI/s320/australia-airport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237002694690649154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Kangaroos at the Koala Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2ak6qtkQI/AAAAAAAAACc/aMurgRQL3YE/s1600-h/australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2ak6qtkQI/AAAAAAAAACc/aMurgRQL3YE/s320/australia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237011900716126466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, don't you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2a0GwN3hI/AAAAAAAAACk/i7rcGjIf0dk/s1600-h/australia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2a0GwN3hI/AAAAAAAAACk/i7rcGjIf0dk/s320/australia1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012161658478098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it was a big ass spider!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2bHBAYoQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EjFu3Y9rlNo/s1600-h/australia7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2bHBAYoQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EjFu3Y9rlNo/s320/australia7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012486533193986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took this picture, I literally walked to the left and threw up...Gross I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2bW6pTFbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JekpysfJtDE/s1600-h/australia-throw+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2bW6pTFbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JekpysfJtDE/s320/australia-throw+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012759703655858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you...SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2a3t-ZIII/AAAAAAAAACs/Fe2P-twOog0/s1600-h/australia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2a3t-ZIII/AAAAAAAAACs/Fe2P-twOog0/s320/australia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012223726526594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat we were on...The PowerPlay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cLFRKURI/AAAAAAAAADE/tbiCpzC9HOU/s1600-h/australia-powerplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cLFRKURI/AAAAAAAAADE/tbiCpzC9HOU/s320/australia-powerplay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013655908405522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday Cake!! SOOO YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cYj3xz-I/AAAAAAAAADM/c5-mG8uTuC0/s1600-h/australia-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cYj3xz-I/AAAAAAAAADM/c5-mG8uTuC0/s320/australia-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013887461740514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cj5TiNlI/AAAAAAAAADU/sOJrkG0vvxU/s1600-h/australia-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cj5TiNlI/AAAAAAAAADU/sOJrkG0vvxU/s320/australia-fish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237014082193864274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was back there....So gorgeous...words can't even describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cuEYCf5I/AAAAAAAAADc/v18WTqnnYVE/s1600-h/australia-whitsunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2cuEYCf5I/AAAAAAAAADc/v18WTqnnYVE/s320/australia-whitsunday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237014256964239250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Maggie...eating Kangaroo....It tasted like steak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dCHenV1I/AAAAAAAAADk/25MqevPqdw8/s1600-h/australia-kangaroo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dCHenV1I/AAAAAAAAADk/25MqevPqdw8/s320/australia-kangaroo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237014601394509650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lookout over Byron Bay....LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dhc1OwTI/AAAAAAAAADs/986tBRijgC0/s1600-h/australia-lookout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dhc1OwTI/AAAAAAAAADs/986tBRijgC0/s320/australia-lookout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015139702456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurt like hell!! But I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dqzWatfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BexY_Uj5Kqg/s1600-h/australia-tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2dqzWatfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BexY_Uj5Kqg/s320/australia-tat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015300366054898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great cousin Kim! Don't know what we would have done without her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2eAcUDlnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XvTfmWaYCA/s1600-h/australia-kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2eAcUDlnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6XvTfmWaYCA/s320/australia-kim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015672139257458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Maggie!! BEST VACATION EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2eQKm9jMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BAdHVJoxGhs/s1600-h/australia-me%26mags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2eQKm9jMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BAdHVJoxGhs/s320/australia-me%26mags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015942264622274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-7461031343966182470?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/7461031343966182470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=7461031343966182470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7461031343966182470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/7461031343966182470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday-in-australia.html' title='Holiday in Australia'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SK2SNDjMtEI/AAAAAAAAACU/WzEzFk3nsDI/s72-c/australia-airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-6799888911294390081</id><published>2008-08-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:56:07.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argentina 2007</title><content type='html'>**Since I don't have anything do, I'm recounting my trips from the last 2 years**&lt;br /&gt;About a year and a half ago my sister got married in Argentina, which meant VACATION TIME!! =]  Oh and time for a wedding! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Dallas, TX to Buenos Aires was 11 hours!! I took a sleeping pill a few hours too late and didn't get much sleep on the flight. We finally landed and were greeted by Luciano's ENTIRE family! It was so great! They kissed us all and smiled at us ((since there was a bit of a language barrier)) and were just so nice to us. The first night we went to dinner with Luciano's family and the food was AMAZING! It was the longest dinner I've ever had, but it didn't feel like it. We sat and talked, and ate, and talked, and ate some more. Fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I only stayed in Buenos Aires a few days, but we did get a bit of sightseeing in. We, along with my Mom and Step-Dad, took a boat tour down the river and saw some awesome houses. A few days later my Dad and I got on a big bus and headed to Tres Arroyos, where the actual wedding ceremony would be performed. The bus was awesome! Imagine the big First Class seats on airplanes and put them in a bus. They gave you blankets and there were curtains you could close so you could sleep (it was a night time bus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Luciano's parent's house and got a few more hours of sleep before heading to Claromeco, a little beach town about 45 mins away from his home town. We did a bit of shopping for the reception then headed to the beach town. Claromeco was great!! We stayed at a very tiny hotel ((the front desk guy didn't speak English so that was interesting)). The ocean was literally down the road and so nice and pretty. Plus it was still summer so it was way warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Argentina you have to go to the court house and get married...You go to them, they don't come to you! Normally what happens is the couple gets married during the week then have a very big, traditional Catholic wedding. Well, it's Sydney&amp;Luciano so they're NOT traditional! haha Well they got married in this old little court house on Friday afternoon. After some pictures we headed to a farm where Luciano's dad works. It was amazing! They harvest sunflower seeds so the whole place was surrounded! We went there and had a late lunch, again with AMAZING meat and food! and then had coffee. We rode horses and just enjoyed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stayed in Claromeco that night because the next night was the reception. On Saturday, we went to the location and started to get things ready and do a practice run for the night. My "job" in the wedding was to read the ceremony in English while Luciano's brother, Pablo, read it in Spanish. Afterwards, we went to the beach!! =]&lt;br /&gt;I loved the wedding! Sydney really wanted our Dad to walk her down the aisle and throw some American traditions into it. The ceremony was so great! Sydney looked gorgeous and the setting was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT nothing beats the reception!! All we did was eat, drink, and dance! My Dad and I were the first ones to leave, and we didn't leave until 5:30am!! Luciano's grandma made it longer than we did! haha Again, I couldn't understand what anyone was saying, but who needs to talk when you're dancing all the time! Both Sydney and Luciano got thrown a few feet into the air, and I think Luciano hit his head on the ceiling! hehe My ears were ringing for the next 3 days!! I couldn't hear anything for such a long time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina is amazing!! It really irritates me because people say it's a 3rd world country that's full of poverty. Someone even asked Sydney if they had running water down there!! Dumb people...Argentina does have some problems with their economy, but what country doesn't?! It's a great place and I would recommend everyone go there sometime in their life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNguP-AbII/AAAAAAAAACM/k1P21_ZLYq8/s1600-h/wedding+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNguP-AbII/AAAAAAAAACM/k1P21_ZLYq8/s320/wedding+dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234133539611503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgm4cHDBI/AAAAAAAAACE/IEL13scFaow/s1600-h/Claromeco+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgm4cHDBI/AAAAAAAAACE/IEL13scFaow/s320/Claromeco+wedding2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234133413036231698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgjq6iumI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vkuflfj2aB4/s1600-h/Claromeco+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNga7uFA8I/AAAAAAAAABs/xUvFTdamdOQ/s320/Argentina+store.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234133207758472130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgMgOl-nI/AAAAAAAAABc/SupL_cKVF3Y/s1600-h/Argentina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgMgOl-nI/AAAAAAAAABc/SupL_cKVF3Y/s320/Argentina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234132959860488818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgQx-xAsI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nv6p1XVkWVo/s1600-h/Buenos+Aires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNgQx-xAsI/AAAAAAAAABk/Nv6p1XVkWVo/s320/Buenos+Aires.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234133033345417922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-6799888911294390081?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/6799888911294390081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=6799888911294390081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6799888911294390081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/6799888911294390081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/08/argentina-2007.html' title='Argentina 2007'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKNguP-AbII/AAAAAAAAACM/k1P21_ZLYq8/s72-c/wedding+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455840766069423675.post-5837688508826704361</id><published>2008-08-11T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:20:30.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life thus far...</title><content type='html'>This is my week of boredom, so my newest hobby will be this blog!! Lucky, lucky you!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning of time...okay, maybe not time, just since high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating in May 2005, I moved to Salt Lake to start college at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIVERSITY OF UTAH&lt;/span&gt;! I finished college in 2 years and, at the age of 20, I got my Bachelors degree in Mass Communication with an emphasis in Public Relations...It sounds a lot cooler than it really is. I was trying to decide between Public Relations and Journalism, but you make more in PR so that's why I went with it!! That and it was the shortest major offered at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U. &lt;/span&gt;Probably not the best reason to chose a major, but hey it all worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDHDGOWdNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-pytqXM1wck/s1600-h/UofUGraduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDHDGOWdNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-pytqXM1wck/s320/UofUGraduate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233401623028856018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't appreciate life in college as much as I should have. All I had to worry about was going to class and taking tests. It was the simple life, and I was stupid and had to graduate early! Now all I think about are my bills and insurance and being productive at work...Being grown up is sooo overrated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best job in the world when I was in college!! I got to watch the best little guys in the world, then when his mom had a baby, I got to watch the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;little boys!! I loved every single day I spent with them, and I cried so much when I decided to move and leave my little boys! I've seen them a few times since I've moved, but it's still not the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDHqst8AFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3AG_ny2tJF4/s1600-h/love+my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDHqst8AFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3AG_ny2tJF4/s320/love+my+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233402303376785490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after graduation, I decided I was done with Utah and wanted to see what else was out there...So I headed to Seattle!! My great cousin just had a baby so I decided to put my awesome nanny-skills to use...I didn't last very long up there ((a whole 3 months)) until I decided that Seattle just wasn't the place for me...As much as I love the rain, I realized that I love the sun a lot more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDIYpFSURI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GXxk118Uwcs/s1600-h/byebyeUtah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDIYpFSURI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GXxk118Uwcs/s320/byebyeUtah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403092674957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDIiyN_D1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gowlCxNlHeE/s1600-h/bothell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDIiyN_D1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/gowlCxNlHeE/s320/bothell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403266926055250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2008 I packed up my Corolla AGAIN and headed south to sunny San Diego! I've been down here since then and life's been pretty good!! I spend a lot of time at the beach tanning&amp;amp;just walking around on the beach...It's been a hard few months, but I'm trying to deal with it. I miss my family&amp;amp;&amp;amp;friends sooo much it's honestly driving me crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDI-5lXHFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Oqoizei0-NE/s1600-h/flipflops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDI-5lXHFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Oqoizei0-NE/s320/flipflops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403749939485778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDJGJzjJ5I/AAAAAAAAABA/VdvcuEAYOh0/s1600-h/meatob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDJGJzjJ5I/AAAAAAAAABA/VdvcuEAYOh0/s320/meatob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233403874553046930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far that's really all that's I've been up to...Don't worry, I'll write more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455840766069423675-5837688508826704361?l=andreastringham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/feeds/5837688508826704361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455840766069423675&amp;postID=5837688508826704361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5837688508826704361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455840766069423675/posts/default/5837688508826704361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreastringham.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-thus-far.html' title='My life thus far...'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662461696733574277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVbEgt6i4qU/SKDHDGOWdNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-pytqXM1wck/s72-c/UofUGraduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
