<?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-21829745</id><updated>2012-01-24T11:24:06.592-06:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='baptism'/><category term='reading'/><category term='living in VA'/><category term='thesis'/><category term='gospel'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='dan'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='argh'/><category term='France'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='photos'/><category term='grad school'/><category term='the ridiculous'/><category term='life'/><category term='AAAAHHHH'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='arabic'/><category term='silly kidlets'/><category term='job'/><category term='housing'/><category term='virtual quote board'/><category term='Word of the day'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='you so funny'/><category term='food'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='family'/><category term='pain'/><category term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><category term='video'/><category term='stats'/><category term='cool links'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun times'/><category term='teaching. clothes'/><category term='prelims'/><category term='symposium'/><category term='love'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='progress'/><category term='job hunt'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='transportation'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>It goes a little something like this...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1259640338968666085</id><published>2012-01-16T14:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:18:29.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So my sister reminded us all recently that "The first rule of children's artwork is 'DON'T GUESS WHAT IT IS, ask them to tell you about it,'" but sometimes the guessing backfires BOTH ways...my 9-year-old niece and I were making shapes with my &lt;a href="http://www.getbuckyballs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BuckyBall magnets&lt;/a&gt;, and I made a shape and she was guessing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it a mouse doing the splits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, those 2 items are PRACTICALLY the same thing, so I can understand her confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not a good artist, but my artwork is...versatile? Leaves plenty of scope for the imagination? is open for interpretation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1259640338968666085?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1259640338968666085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1259640338968666085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1259640338968666085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1259640338968666085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2012/01/wrong.html' title='Wrong!!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6220528278641873091</id><published>2011-11-01T11:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:10:25.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The only "fun" thing about "fun size" candy bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;...is that I feel less guilty eating more than one of them than I would if they were full-sized. And eating more candy is more "fun," right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day-after-Halloween, friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6220528278641873091?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6220528278641873091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6220528278641873091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6220528278641873091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6220528278641873091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/11/only-fun-thing-about-fun-size-candy.html' title='The only &quot;fun&quot; thing about &quot;fun size&quot; candy bars'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6658052027923508777</id><published>2011-10-22T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:42:14.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>You know that thing it says on the side of the box of nasal decongestants about how you shouldn't take more than 6 doses within 24 hours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, they'd better mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if they DON'T mean it, and I've been sitting here all stuffed up, even WITH the approved dosage, and I could have been taking MORE decongestants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be ticked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/whine&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, today at a garage sale I found the perfect night stand, just what I've been looking for. And it was $3. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6658052027923508777?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6658052027923508777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6658052027923508777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6658052027923508777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6658052027923508777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-that-thing-it-says-on-side-of.html' title='You know that thing it says on the side of the box of nasal decongestants about how you shouldn&apos;t take more than 6 doses within 24 hours?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3011608407964879404</id><published>2011-10-11T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:14:07.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>I totally don't have my dad's permission to post this on my blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;But he and my mom are going to Paris tomorrow, and we already know how I feel about &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-my-curling-iron-now-my-parents.html"&gt;my parents&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2008/01/living-vicariously.html"&gt;or my possessions&lt;/a&gt;, taking trips to places that I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, without further ado, or permission from my dad, I give you...the email he sent to my sisters and me entitled "Resurrecting my French." (I should mention that he was fluent in both French and Spanish as a young person, and continues to be fluent in Spanish also as an older person, but not as fluent in French. Hence the need to "resurrect" the French.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, ladies and gentlemen, my father:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the last couple of weeks I've been immersing myself in French&amp;nbsp;for almost 2 hours per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember how we heartless children used to make fun of my father, listening to his Berlitz records late at night, and never getting anywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Un."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Un!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Deux."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Deux!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So ashamed.&amp;nbsp; As busy as he was - coming home at night and working on that.&amp;nbsp; We were wretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you cast your bitter herbs on the water,&amp;nbsp;they return to you.&amp;nbsp; Or verbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got&amp;nbsp;some intermediate/advanced CDs and work on them walking to and from the train and on the train.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The guy says something in English.&amp;nbsp; Pause.&amp;nbsp; Girl says it in French.&amp;nbsp; Pause.&amp;nbsp; In French again.&amp;nbsp; Pause.&amp;nbsp; Then the guy on a new phrase.&amp;nbsp; So I use the pauses to try to&amp;nbsp;figure out how to say it, then correct myself, and work on pronunciation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two hours a day of this is pretty intense.&amp;nbsp; I'll look for them.&amp;nbsp; Cram some of this down their charming oh-so-competent "sur le pont d´Avignon"&amp;nbsp;throats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ruining Spanish - sometimes a French word or pronounciation intrudes.&amp;nbsp; And French phrases and conjugations keep flitting through the brood-o-sphere.&amp;nbsp; And dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The verbs are the worst.&amp;nbsp; Je suis.&amp;nbsp; Tu est.&amp;nbsp; Il est.&amp;nbsp; Elle est.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole language&amp;nbsp;nothing but insane&amp;nbsp;labyrinth of verbs.&amp;nbsp; Doing things to or by&amp;nbsp;a few innocent nouns.&amp;nbsp; Subjunctive.&amp;nbsp; Passe compose.&amp;nbsp; Conditional.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Darn it all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank heaven for the occasional cognate.&amp;nbsp; [My mom]&amp;nbsp;woke up Sunday&amp;nbsp;absolutely bushed after Saturday's excesses.&amp;nbsp; "Je vois que tu est tres poupée."&amp;nbsp; Yes!&amp;nbsp; I can do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The nightmares.&amp;nbsp; In my dreams it still doth haunt me.&amp;nbsp; The prehistoric jungle with gigantic insane reptilian birds verbing their way through the dense miasma of eons-old wreckage and decay.&amp;nbsp; Purple.&amp;nbsp; Greenish orange.&amp;nbsp; Brownish blue.&amp;nbsp;That's just the birds.&amp;nbsp; Snatching out your liver.&amp;nbsp; Ma fois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marie Antoinette.&amp;nbsp; "Qu'ils mangeant du brioche."&amp;nbsp; A precursor to the tumbrils, the guillotine.&amp;nbsp; Charles, a peasant, hauled to the scaffold for disobeying her.&amp;nbsp; "Je n'aurai pas du ne pas y en avoir&amp;nbsp;mangé du brioche.&amp;nbsp; Avoir.&amp;nbsp; Chouette."&amp;nbsp; "I shouldn´t&amp;nbsp;have not eaten the cake."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;J'ai.&amp;nbsp; Tu as.&amp;nbsp; Il a.&amp;nbsp; Elle a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me te se nous vous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;le la les&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lui leur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Accents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Darnit darnit &lt;i&gt;darnit&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gloria en excelsis les neuf inmortels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halleluja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amen!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that I say also - amen! :) And also - bon voyage! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3011608407964879404?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3011608407964879404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3011608407964879404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3011608407964879404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3011608407964879404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-totally-dont-have-my-dads-permission.html' title='I totally don&apos;t have my dad&apos;s permission to post this on my blog.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7712266513192055173</id><published>2011-09-20T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:53:15.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>I took a walk on the wild side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know those tags on your hair dryer / curling iron / straightening iron that warn you not to electrocute yourself or your small children by licking / using while in the tub / dropping in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I cut those tags off my hair dryer AND my straightening iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7712266513192055173?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7712266513192055173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7712266513192055173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7712266513192055173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7712266513192055173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-took-walk-on-wild-side.html' title='I took a walk on the wild side...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2897680317672635476</id><published>2011-09-14T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:52:29.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>I feel happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just had a flash of feeling really happy, and thought I'd share. :) I'm working hard at and enjoying my new&amp;nbsp; project assistantship for this year, my coworkers are pleasant people, I'm working toward identifying a dissertation adviser and a topic, I've been getting enough sleep and still getting my work done - it's all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2897680317672635476?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2897680317672635476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2897680317672635476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2897680317672635476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2897680317672635476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-happy.html' title='I feel happy :)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5431371187943702166</id><published>2011-07-10T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:05:26.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>See you on Saturday?</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note for any of you who might be heading toward the Hill Cumorah this weekend...my family reunion is there, so I'll be there and would LOVE to see you! Our festivities will begin with a big dinner at the Hill on Saturday night, so please call me or text me and come find us and eat and say hi! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5431371187943702166?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5431371187943702166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5431371187943702166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5431371187943702166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5431371187943702166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/07/see-you-on-saturday.html' title='See you on Saturday?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1536507615052343532</id><published>2011-07-05T20:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:29:28.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A reminder</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from Mutual just now, giggling over how funny my dear friend Pam, our YW secretary, is, and I was struck, like I would have stopped in my tracks if I hadn't been driving :) , by the realization that I've been really HAPPY lately. Not just giddy cheerfulness, and not that I don't have my moments of stress over work and Arabic and school and laundry and groceries, but there's been an underlying level of lasting-feeling happiness and peace lately, for at least the last couple of weeks, and especially for the last couple of days, and I'm really humbled and grateful for that, and glad for the nudge to recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at least part of it has to do with the time I've spent with our youth - we had stake youth conference 2 Saturdays ago, and then ward youth conference the next Tues-Wed, so that was 3 full days in a 5-day span that I spent in close proximity with our awesome youth. It was so fun and uplifting to be with them! They're so funny and fun and GOOD. I went to a baptism this last Saturday, and one of the missionaries said while bearing his testimony that he's a better person for having known this new convert, and I was struck then by the thought that THAT was how to describe how I felt about the time I've gotten to spend with the youth these last few weeks - I am a better person because of the time I've gotten to spend with them and around them. They are GOOD people. They talk about and love the gospel, they serve each other and include each other, they are helpful and generally cheerful. Just good folk to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday was our ward 4th of July party, and I was reminded of the friends of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;ages that I have in my ward, and how much I enjoy them. Oh wow I laughed so hard with Pam, and the YW (and leaders) ROCKED the YM (and leaders) in a tug-o-war, and I made friends with two new young couples that just moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also - one of our youth confided in me about a member of the opposite sex (teehee! didn't you LOVE being a teenager?!), and while I did NOT start the spontaneous water fight of the 10-yrs-old-and-younger crowd, I WAS the main target and DID get completely soaked (and did some soaking of my own as well, thankyouverymuch). :) And, people? If those last two items don't make a person feel like she's "arrived," I'm not quite sure what will. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been some really good times lately, and some good spiritual growth, and some good development of friendships of all shapes and sizes, and I'm grateful that my Heavenly Father saw fit to hit me with a 2x4 tonight and point out that - HEY! YOU'RE HAPPY! - because I sure wouldn't want to have missed this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1536507615052343532?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1536507615052343532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1536507615052343532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1536507615052343532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1536507615052343532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/07/reminder.html' title='A reminder'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1561911440391225945</id><published>2011-06-13T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:48:24.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Distilled truth</title><content type='html'>Last night I was hanging out at my friend Teresa's house after a meeting, and I was maybe a little bit teasing her 12-yr-old son, and suddenly he said, "you'd be a perfect aunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I responded, "Yes, yes, I am." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1561911440391225945?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1561911440391225945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1561911440391225945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1561911440391225945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1561911440391225945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/06/distilled-truth.html' title='Distilled truth'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2503917742427480267</id><published>2011-05-23T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:30:27.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Nope.</title><content type='html'>Actual conversation I just had with my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her: I want to tell you one more thing. Did I already tell you this?&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Her: You don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heehee! :) And that's how we roll. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2503917742427480267?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2503917742427480267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2503917742427480267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2503917742427480267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2503917742427480267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/05/nope.html' title='Nope.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1551419558841368601</id><published>2011-04-12T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:56:30.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Breakfast: Of champions.</title><content type='html'>My coworker saw me eating cold cereal and milk at my desk this morning, and we had a little chat about the importance of breakfast, during which he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Breakfast is important. It's so important that I don't mind doing it 3 or 4 times a day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And oh, he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1551419558841368601?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1551419558841368601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1551419558841368601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1551419558841368601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1551419558841368601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/04/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast: Of champions.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1110308230954671476</id><published>2011-03-29T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:56:33.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Turns out "&lt;a href="http://www.allyourbasearebelongtous.com/"&gt;all your base are belong to us&lt;/a&gt;" was NOT said by the &lt;a href="http://www.welovetheiraqiinformationminister.com/"&gt;Iraqi Information Minister&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1110308230954671476?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1110308230954671476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1110308230954671476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1110308230954671476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1110308230954671476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/03/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1194487203535248536</id><published>2011-03-11T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:41:15.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>True dat.</title><content type='html'>So after several hours of logging video from &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/12/price-you-have-to-pay.html"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/a&gt;, I went into my coworker's office and said, "I just want spring break to start NOW!" and he said, "Start it!" and I said, "the problem is that it's not like I'll really have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the only thing that really changes for me next week is that I don't have Arabic class" and he said, "Um, but Arabic class is the bane of your existence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be a nice spring break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1194487203535248536?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1194487203535248536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1194487203535248536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1194487203535248536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1194487203535248536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/03/true-dat.html' title='True dat.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-456763117757441254</id><published>2011-03-04T17:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:05:49.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>"a long speech" :)</title><content type='html'>So this afternoon was the 3rd discussion with these native Arabic  speakers that I found, and I really feel like it is helping - YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   met one of them in his ESL class when I went there to help with some  technical problems the teacher was having. The teacher told me she had  native Arabic speakers in her class, so I gave 2 of them my email and  offered to get together to let them practice English and me practice  Arabic, and one of them emailed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday was the first  time we got together - me and Martin, a guy in my class, and him and one  of his friends. We decided that we'd do 30 min in English for them, and  30 min in Arabic for us. And I was thinking once a week, but Martin  suggested twice a week, and they said ok! So we did last Friday, and  then Monday and then today! Today is the day that went the most  smoothly. All three times we started with English and then did Arabic,  but the last 2 times much of the Arabic time was spent giving us new  vocab and the conversation didn't really flow from the English part to  the Arabic part, but today it totally flowed! It was time to switch to  Arabic, and Martin was about to say something, and he said, "Just this  one thing," and I said, "you can say it in Arabic!" and he did! :) And  then they asked us questions - about our goals for learning Arabic - and  so I did my awkward speech about how I want to teach language teachers,  and - I think they understood! They prompted me and corrected me from  time to time, and asked clarifying questions, but at the end one of them  said, "That was a long speech, and you did it!" :) And I felt very  successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about food in our town, the ethnic diversity here, the acceptance of other cultures that (Martin feels) is  prevalent in the US, and about religion, in the US and in Saudi Arabia,  where these guys are from. We talked about good ways to study new words  :) and about how Muslims aren't supposed to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we  talked about all that stuff in English, and I can't remember exactly  what we talked about in Arabic :) but I do remember that I followed most  of it and that it was AWESOME to understand and be part of a  conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are really cool about me stammering out  my Arabic - YAY!  It's giving me lots more confidence that I can do an  OPI and not die! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm pretty proud of myself for FINALLY taking the initiative to set  this up - it took me a while to have the guts, and I'm glad I finally  did! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-456763117757441254?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/456763117757441254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=456763117757441254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/456763117757441254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/456763117757441254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-speech.html' title='&quot;a long speech&quot; :)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6527230719725023273</id><published>2011-03-02T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:40:31.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Plain yogurt</title><content type='html'>I like it. In France in 2006 we ate it almost every day as dessert, with white sugar mixed in to make it sweet. It came from the local farm in little glass Danone jars, and I took one home with me at the end of that summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6527230719725023273?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6527230719725023273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6527230719725023273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6527230719725023273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6527230719725023273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/03/plain-yogurt.html' title='Plain yogurt'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4236445734109888295</id><published>2011-03-01T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:41:57.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sushi</title><content type='html'>I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to try out some sushi places in this town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4236445734109888295?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4236445734109888295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4236445734109888295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4236445734109888295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4236445734109888295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/03/sushi.html' title='Sushi'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1037114228538094538</id><published>2011-02-23T12:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:33:42.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Post-prelim letdown?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just that finding out my prelim results ended up being anti-climactic after all, or if I spent too much time with my eReader that first week and it rotted my brain, or if my trips out of town the last two weekends have just thrown me out of my groove, or maybe it's that I need to eat something besides cold cereal and burritos, or the fact that we haven't seen the sun for a while, but it's been several weeks since I felt good, physically or emotionally, and I haven't felt this low for this long for a really long time, and I'm tired of it, but also too tired to have the wherewithal to do anything about it. And I feel really pathetic even posting this, but there you go, that's my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1037114228538094538?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1037114228538094538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1037114228538094538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1037114228538094538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1037114228538094538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-prelim-letdown.html' title='Post-prelim letdown?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5506863804838147906</id><published>2011-02-08T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:28:00.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>el oh el</title><content type='html'>So one of the undergrads I work with recently told me this in an IM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my dad sent me a text today that said "hey [name] watch out for snow el oh el"&lt;br /&gt;then I asked why he said el oh el and he said he thought if he put lol that I wouldn't get it&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5506863804838147906?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5506863804838147906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5506863804838147906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5506863804838147906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5506863804838147906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/02/el-oh-el.html' title='el oh el'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5878611257346219219</id><published>2011-02-07T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:48:51.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>New personal best: 163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New personal worst: I'm so out of shape that I have sore muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has GOT to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5878611257346219219?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5878611257346219219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5878611257346219219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5878611257346219219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5878611257346219219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/02/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-269097721157775849</id><published>2011-02-01T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:55:24.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappyjoyjoy'/><title type='text'>SNOW DAY TOMORROW!!!!</title><content type='html'>Aaawwww yeeaaaahhh baby! More time to play, I mean READ, on my new toy! heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my roommate's work got canceled, so she'll be home, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we both bought plenty of ice cream this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND she has Netflix and bought a Wii a couple of weeks ago, so we have an endless supply of movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's gonna be a good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-269097721157775849?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/269097721157775849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=269097721157775849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/269097721157775849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/269097721157775849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day-tomorrow.html' title='SNOW DAY TOMORROW!!!!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6906967081762575388</id><published>2011-01-31T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:35:12.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><title type='text'>You'll NEVER guess what this post is about</title><content type='html'>I PASSED!!!! WOOHOOOOO!!!!!!! All four parts!!!!! :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  - one of the profs on the committee, who I've never met and from whom  I've never had a class, asked if I would come to his class to present my  analysis of one of the articles to his students. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what this means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this afternoon I go buy &lt;a href="http://www.sonystyle.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10151&amp;amp;catalogId=10551&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=8198552921666257813"&gt;my new toy&lt;/a&gt;. I would buy it RIGHT NOW but I don't think Borders or Sears is open yet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6906967081762575388?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6906967081762575388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6906967081762575388' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6906967081762575388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6906967081762575388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/youll-never-guess-what-this-post-is.html' title='You&apos;ll NEVER guess what this post is about'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6728225005239709428</id><published>2011-01-28T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:30:29.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have heart failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6728225005239709428?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6728225005239709428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6728225005239709428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6728225005239709428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6728225005239709428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-826860991627514231</id><published>2011-01-27T22:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:37:21.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>No results yet</title><content type='html'>So when I finished my prelims 2 weeks ago today I was told that the faculty have 2 weeks to grade them, and that some of them would take the entire 2 weeks, and that I would get an email with the results when they'd all been graded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...any minute now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have all these really cool thoughts about prelims that I want to record and remember - about the studying process, and what the week was like, and the priesthood blessing I got the Sunday before they started, and how I didn't panic all week, and how t.i.r.e.d. I was that whole week even though I slept good hours and ate good meals, and how just COOL it was to realize that I KNOW STUFF about my field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really wanted to write these thoughts all out before I get my results, since the really good feelings about it all are NOT connected to my results since, did I mention that I haven't gotten my results yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the quick summary, since I'm tired and I want to go to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good about my prelims. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part was between exams (there were 4 different exams, 4 days in a row), when I realized how much adrenaline had been pumping through me during the exam itself and when I thought about needing ANOTHER and then ANOTHER and then ANOTHER chunk of that same amount of energy to just power through each exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were the exams hard? Well, yeah, but I also feel like I was pretty well-prepared. I took time at the beginning of each exam, after I had read the question, to outline and organize my thoughts about the topic, and to list who I was going to cite to make my points, and guess what?! I HAD thoughts to organize for each topic and I HAD people to cite - I didn't blank out, which was cool! - I know some stuff! :) And then after outlining, it was a matter of writing as fast as I could to just power through the rest of the 3-hour block of time for that day. THAT was exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt REALLY blessed during the last 10 days of prep and the week of the exams. I know that a lot of people were praying for me - THANK YOU!!! - and I really felt crazily calm about it all, which was a HUGE deal to me. I was given some really meaningful counsel in the blessing that I got before the exams, and that was a great way to start the week and good guidance throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this isn't all that I wanted to record about this time period, but some of it will go in my journal, and I may share more here later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to go to bed...so that I can get up in the morning...and check my email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-826860991627514231?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/826860991627514231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=826860991627514231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/826860991627514231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/826860991627514231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-results-yet.html' title='No results yet'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2806147594194840351</id><published>2011-01-26T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:18:06.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Typoo</title><content type='html'>Proofreading is a good idea. I almost just sent an email with the subject line "A Poo equipment overdue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to say, "AV Pool equipment overdue." Sometimes this keyboard bugs the L out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2806147594194840351?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2806147594194840351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2806147594194840351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2806147594194840351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2806147594194840351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/typoo.html' title='Typoo'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7238570804684034383</id><published>2011-01-19T14:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:52:01.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>shots from today</title><content type='html'>One of the labbies at work was getting to know a fancy camera today, and thus we have preserved this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TTdHF1Eb2JI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oI_lNUAbycM/s1600/P1020971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TTdHF1Eb2JI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oI_lNUAbycM/s400/P1020971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563994030110136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...shirt I bought in Abu Dhabi when our luggage didn't arrive and I didn't want to wear my "I've been wearing this for 24 hrs of traveling" clothes to meetings at the university, new haircut that I am LOVING, aaaaaannnnnddd...dumb expression. Terrif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TTdHRZGrU5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/qSR-MuZmeYA/s1600/P1020975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TTdHRZGrU5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/qSR-MuZmeYA/s400/P1020975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563994228761777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...action shot of me and the pizza.  ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7238570804684034383?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7238570804684034383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7238570804684034383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7238570804684034383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7238570804684034383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/shots-from-today.html' title='shots from today'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TTdHF1Eb2JI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oI_lNUAbycM/s72-c/P1020971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3559808052235552641</id><published>2011-01-09T00:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:49:42.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>For your midnight snacking pleasure: a bit of nostalgia</title><content type='html'>So it's 12:07 am and that means it's Sunday, and since I don't study on Sundays, that means I'm done with my prelim studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read those last 6 words again, please, and see if they register with you a little more than they register with me as I think, type, and read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, it's after midnight, as I've already noted, which means that my emotions are a little closer to the surface than usual (no, I'm not crying) (Jer), so humor me while I wax nostalgic here for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been preparing for prelims for almost 2 and a half years now, since September 2008. As first year students my cohort (now my dear, dear friends) and I were warned to start preparing immediately, there was a lot to read. And there was, and we did. We had a very consistent study/reading group that first year. It petered out a bit second year, as we realized we were on different schedules for the actual date of prelims (I'm the last one of that cohort to take them; Arabic classes put me a bit behind in my other coursework), but even this previous semester, when I was the only one still preparing, we have met every couple of weeks and talked about their dissertation proposals and pilots and my prelim prep. They've talked me out of (and into :) ) panic on multiple occasions and been THE. MOST. FABULOUS. supporters and cheerleaders and co-conspirators that a grad student could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my exams start Monday. There will be four 3-hour exams, Mon-Thurs, and then I'll wait for ~2 weeks to find out if I pass or if I have to retake any of the portions (in May).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just crazy -- all this time, all this reading, all this trying to understand, to reason, to remember, to put things together in my head, to not doubt my abilities to understand, reason, remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days, and especially today, I've felt a difference in my reading and reviewing and comprehension. I feel like I FINALLY (only now?! ;) ) understand what I should be looking for as I read a theoretical piece or a research article. I'm finally seeing some of the big pieces in my field and how they fit together. And I feel like--let's just get this prelim thing over with already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet with all that is a bit of nostalgia--is this really happening? Is the dread of prelims really going to be a thing of the past in just a few days? Am I really one of those students who does this, who makes it to this point, who TAKES PRELIMS, for goodness sake?? This is a big deal, a big step. It's been pretty emotional to talk to my family and friends about it -- there's so much emotion and insecurity tied up in my confidence in myself, in my fear that I actually CAN'T do big important things or ever be an expert in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking a little study break earlier I found this, from a post  back in 2006 when I was working (and working, and working) on my  Master's thesis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have realized recently that the &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2006/05/satisfaction-of-job-well-done.html"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-feeling-not-gone-dorie-or-does.html"&gt;feeling&lt;/a&gt;  [that I had posted about the day before] is NOT that I am working on my thesis. The good feeling is PROGRESSION.  The purpose of my life is NOT to finish this dang thesis, THAT is not  why I feel so much better when I work on it. The purpose of life is to  PROGRESS. And I have NOT been doing so the last  I-refuse-to-admit-how-many months -- I was allowing my thesis-writing, or  lack thereof, to be exact, to hold me back, to "damn," or "dam," my  forward progress. But [...] I have broken through  that "wall" and can now move forward. And right now, moving forward  means getting the thesis done. Here I go!&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that's  part of what I'm feeling now -- this is the next step for me, it's  progression, and it is scary, but good. And I'm happy that I'm doing it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really interesting to be here, now, to feel like, for better or for worse, I'm taking prelims the day after...today, and people? I'm ready. (And fine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;I'm crying. :P) I don't know everything, but I know quite a bit of "stuff," and I hope and pray it's enough, and deep down I feel like it is. It's still scary--they may, they probably will!, ask me something that I really have to dig and stretch to be able to say anything about, but I'll write something, and I'll turn it in, and...life will go on. And maybe in a few weeks I'll wonder what the big deal was. Maybe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't cleaned this up yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TSlXvVcrePI/AAAAAAAAAt8/reyp6pNEkfM/s1600/DSCN7680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TSlXvVcrePI/AAAAAAAAAt8/reyp6pNEkfM/s400/DSCN7680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560071685688490226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TSlUq6V4pLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/gQ3l8imv6oA/s1600/DSCN7683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TSlUq6V4pLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/gQ3l8imv6oA/s400/DSCN7683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560068311157875890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's past midnight (did I say that already?) and I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm not quite ready to say good-bye yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3559808052235552641?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3559808052235552641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3559808052235552641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3559808052235552641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3559808052235552641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-your-midnight-snacking-pleasure-bit.html' title='For your midnight snacking pleasure: a bit of nostalgia'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TSlXvVcrePI/AAAAAAAAAt8/reyp6pNEkfM/s72-c/DSCN7680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5233220738571502364</id><published>2011-01-05T23:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:30:13.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAAAHHHH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>This is what's up</title><content type='html'>So I'm studying for my PhD prelims exams. Other programs might call them quals, or something else, but we call them prelims, and they are the HUGE exams that we  have to take (well, not just take, but also PASS), before we can officially do dissertation stuff. Did I  mention that they are huge? And scary? And start on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been back from Christmas break since Friday night and studying  (or attempting to study) since then. And it has has NOT been awesome the  last couple of days. I hit a point yesterday, as  my wise past-quals BIL warned me I would, where I realized I was  getting  limited returns on my study efforts - my brain was full, and trying to hammer more in there  was not working. And I was really worried. So I kinda took 23 hrs off. eep. Not really intentionally, or premeditatedly, but...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a break-through tonight! I FINALLY started doing what I should  have been doing all week, but was too scared and felt too unprepared to do - drafting outlines  to previous prelim questions, to see how I would have answered them, and  tying all these ideas and theories together. I've been DREADING doing  this, because any time I've read a previous prelim question I've TOTALLY  PANICKED because I have had NO IDEA how I would answer it! And that  happened today, too, but I guess I am finally at a point where I decided  I had to muscle through that, so I did and guess what?! I know some  stuff! :) I'm writing down the references that I can think of off the  top of my head, and how I would tie them in, and then I'm looking up  more (from among my reading list - nothing new at this point - good  heavens!), and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahahaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's been really worrying me is  that I've been feeling like I know so few research studies that I can  reference along with all the theoretical stuff, but in doing this outlining-and-looking-things-up thing I am  finding that I only need small prompts to remember studies that I've  read and analyzed, so that's been a HUGE relief - woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm feeling lots more hopeful and relieved and I think I'll actually  be able to sleep ok tonight instead of lying awake worrying about  everything I DON'T know. (You should try that sometime...actually, no, don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm actually looking forward to studying  tomorrow - more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which goes to show that I really like my field (which I initially typed as "fiend" - Freudian, anyone?), or that I'm up too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5233220738571502364?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5233220738571502364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5233220738571502364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5233220738571502364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5233220738571502364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-whats-up.html' title='This is what&apos;s up'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2750406560217441404</id><published>2010-12-15T15:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:13:14.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The price you have to pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQktevMvt2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/gX-P2OsfMk0/s1600/DSCN7308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQktevMvt2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/gX-P2OsfMk0/s400/DSCN7308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551018021800097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wading in the [in the US: Persian, here: Arabian] Gulf in December while my friends are buried in snow: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having sand in my socks for the rest of the day: TOTALLY worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not ready to go home yet. This place--this experience--is just incredible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2750406560217441404?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2750406560217441404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2750406560217441404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2750406560217441404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2750406560217441404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/12/price-you-have-to-pay.html' title='The price you have to pay'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQktevMvt2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/gX-P2OsfMk0/s72-c/DSCN7308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2504807544270968292</id><published>2010-12-12T02:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:30:43.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Hey - I'm in Paris!!</title><content type='html'>We made it to Paris - phew! This was after our flight to Minneapolis was canceled (…the day before we were to fly, but we didn't find out until we arrived at the airport; apparently they got some snow, or something? ;) ), and we got rerouted through Detroit and the Dulles airport in DC on our way to Paris, where we'll get on our original flight to Abu Dhabi in a couple of hours. We ran through Dulles - "it's not far," the airline lady told us about our gate, so we ran through hallway-escalator-hallway-BUS!-escalator-hallway and finally made it, barely!, on the flight to Paris! (I think "it's not far" will be one of the jokes from this trip - we've already used it once since then. :) ) One of the flight attendants saw us coming down the entryway hall thingy, and must have been able to tell how harried we were, because he moved to block the doorway, with a big smile - "I'm sorry, we've taken the final passengers!" When I teased him back in French that that wasn't nice, he then tried to tell me that this was actually a flight to Mexico. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been able to use my French a little, and even! a little Arabic! Very little. :) We sat next to a nice Frenchman, and in getting to know each other a bit, J (the prof I'm traveling with), said that she speaks German, and in German she said, "and a little Swahili." And our new friend said something in German and then, in Arabic, said, "Do you speak Arabic?" And I said "Na'am!" and then tried to say something else - FAIL - and we went back to English. :) Ah well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one more pretty long flight, after not much sleep the night before departure (ask me about my new hairdryer sometime) and not much sleep on the flight to Paris, and then, luckily, we arrive in Abu Dhabi in the evening, and "sleep" is the first thing on my agenda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan is:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - meetings with big names at the university and visiting classes&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - a speech by J and 2 poetry competitions (no I will not be competing :P )&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - a tour of Abu Dhabi, more class visitations, and another speech by J&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - tour of Dubai!&lt;br /&gt;Friday - 2am departure back to the States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2504807544270968292?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2504807544270968292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2504807544270968292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2504807544270968292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2504807544270968292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-im-in-paris.html' title='Hey - I&apos;m in Paris!!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1199067699498659513</id><published>2010-12-09T08:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:12:43.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Just in case you forgot...</title><content type='html'>...this is what I look like when I'm talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDrvy3Z2bI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vKMysPkYPqU/s1600/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDrvy3Z2bI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vKMysPkYPqU/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548693947260983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also - this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDsEV7SnFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QF1sH4SqvMU/s1600/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDsEV7SnFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QF1sH4SqvMU/s400/IMG_0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548694300269911122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who need it - photographic evidence that I DON'T actually talk ALL the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDtBe3l8NI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HFiaym3Br0E/s1600/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDtBe3l8NI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HFiaym3Br0E/s400/IMG_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548695350642340050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1199067699498659513?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1199067699498659513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1199067699498659513' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1199067699498659513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1199067699498659513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-in-case-you-forgot.html' title='Just in case you forgot...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TQDrvy3Z2bI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vKMysPkYPqU/s72-c/IMG_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6865615192843644000</id><published>2010-11-16T14:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:29:26.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool links'/><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>A beautiful poem by a dear friend - &lt;a href="http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2010/gaius-by-sarah-dunster/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6865615192843644000?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6865615192843644000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6865615192843644000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6865615192843644000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6865615192843644000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/11/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1620854316102513162</id><published>2010-11-15T16:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:33:12.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>They learn so young. Or something.</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with my namesake-niece on the phone last night, asking her about her first couple of weeks in Young Women (she just turned 12 - !!!!!!!!!), and she said something about how since next week is a combined activity with the young men that means the girls will have to, groan, be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the same room&lt;/span&gt; as the boys for the mid-week activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: C'mon, boys aren't THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My namesake-niece (who just turned 12, remember!): I have to hate boys now, because in a few years I won't have that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1620854316102513162?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1620854316102513162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1620854316102513162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1620854316102513162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1620854316102513162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/11/they-learn-so-young-or-something.html' title='They learn so young. Or something.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6086972995435621602</id><published>2010-11-12T14:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:19:08.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prelims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAAAHHHH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>and now...good-bye for 2 months</title><content type='html'>I just officially registered to take my PhD exams (we call them "prelims" here) in January.  Two  months from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened. I have my schedule of what I need to read and study, and it's a LOT. And will take a LOT of time. And my friends who've already gone through this process and passed prelims have told me that I need to give up on having balance in my life until after prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been feeling a little of &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2006/02/note-to-self-trying-to-focus-for.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send help...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6086972995435621602?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6086972995435621602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6086972995435621602' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6086972995435621602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6086972995435621602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-nowgood-bye-for-2-months.html' title='and now...good-bye for 2 months'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4542622702857040827</id><published>2010-11-12T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:39:59.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>So...being lifelike is a GOOD thing??</title><content type='html'>And I quote Shylina, about some game called "Animal Crossing":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If I wanted to play a game where I'm constantly in debt, I'd just live life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4542622702857040827?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4542622702857040827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4542622702857040827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4542622702857040827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4542622702857040827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/11/sobeing-lifelike-is-good-thing.html' title='So...being lifelike is a GOOD thing??'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2781030245608549183</id><published>2010-10-25T15:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:14:23.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Don't we all?!</title><content type='html'>Me: Wow! One of the students in my program got a $12,000 grant to support her dissertation research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor: That's awesome! I LOVE $12,000!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2781030245608549183?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2781030245608549183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2781030245608549183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2781030245608549183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2781030245608549183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-we-all.html' title='Don&apos;t we all?!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8111509072853092824</id><published>2010-10-07T14:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:38:37.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Weeping and wailing and...what? Oh.</title><content type='html'>I just got a phone call from my sister, and I panicked--I couldn't understand a blessed word she was saying! She sounded garbled - like she was sobbing uncontrollably or there was something horrendous happening in the background. Possible explanations flashed through my mind as I left my office and ran to a place with better cell phone reception - her husband lost his job? Got a better job? One of the kids got hit by a car? She broke her leg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing. Uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just called to say that she got my email with &lt;a href="http://catalogliving.net/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm so glad she enjoyed it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8111509072853092824?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8111509072853092824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8111509072853092824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8111509072853092824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8111509072853092824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/10/weeping-and-wailing-andwhat-oh.html' title='Weeping and wailing and...what? Oh.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5171877686297256197</id><published>2010-10-05T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T09:02:37.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Jealous, shmealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Me, showing off my yummy dinner to my roommate: You  should be jealous of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm eating bacon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dang.  I take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO!!!  My 9-year-old nephew can recite the "Betty Botter" poem. IN PIG LATIN. I'm just sayin'...&lt;br /&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/21829745-5171877686297256197?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5171877686297256197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5171877686297256197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5171877686297256197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5171877686297256197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/10/jealous-shmealous.html' title='Jealous, shmealous'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2795256117616182454</id><published>2010-10-01T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:00:10.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Tree hugger?</title><content type='html'>Me: If I save paper by printing 4-pages-to-a-page but ruin my eyesight trying to read it, is that an overall win, or an overall loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor: It depends on how much your eyes would help the environment later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2795256117616182454?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2795256117616182454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2795256117616182454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2795256117616182454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2795256117616182454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/10/tree-hugger.html' title='Tree hugger?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7996877192437613044</id><published>2010-09-29T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:15:29.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Location, location, location</title><content type='html'>I was there Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522429249066569858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TKOcJJfXEII/AAAAAAAAAso/9c5GWqSBmdo/s400/Obama%27s_podium.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailypage.com/daily/article.php?article=30682"&gt;He was there Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;*. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't that make me famous? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or something? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...please...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Click "gallery" in the bottom right corner of the picture, and then click to picture #17. It's the same podium, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for the picture, Jae! :)&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/21829745-7996877192437613044?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7996877192437613044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7996877192437613044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7996877192437613044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7996877192437613044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/09/location-location-location.html' title='Location, location, location'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/TKOcJJfXEII/AAAAAAAAAso/9c5GWqSBmdo/s72-c/Obama%27s_podium.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4697297214529703318</id><published>2010-09-10T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:56:51.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reason #1,900,889 that I completely adore my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My aunt, my dad's sister, sent out the following email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because of an unfortunate event involving a demonstration of    water safety to horses, my phone drowned. My new number is .... It's    a Verizon cell with a two year sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses did not  snicker    out loud.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My dad responded with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry, but you cannot leave the  story like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can picture you lending your cell  phone to a  horse who, texting while water skiing, ran into a wombat in a canoe  being chased  by a feral chicken.  I can see the chicken, distracted, catching the  cell  phone dropped by the horse and, preferring a live cell phone to a wombat  sharing  a canoe with a horse, crossing the road and disappearing from human ken  with  your phone.  But why would this cause your cell phone to  drown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can also picture another, less  likely, scenario,  which ends up with your cell phone breathing its last (with a smile on  its face)  in a vat of molten (not moulted - that is a detail that goes with the  other  story) Ghirardelli chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Which of the two happened?  And did you   really mean drown, or did it just run off with some chick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/21829745-4697297214529703318?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4697297214529703318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4697297214529703318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4697297214529703318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4697297214529703318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/09/reason-1900889-that-i-completely-adore.html' title='Reason #1,900,889 that I completely adore my family'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5965361505359117350</id><published>2010-07-19T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:36:29.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Vacation, people! :)</title><content type='html'>So there pretty much isn't anything cuter than my 4-yr-old niece strutting around in her little blue jeans and pink sunglasses. And I do mean &lt;em&gt;strutting&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty much makes me want to die...of...her cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one week at sister #3's house in central CA with her and her 4 kids, Mom and Dad, and sister #4 and her 2-yr-old. 900 degrees outside--ugh.&lt;br /&gt;- two weeks with sister #4 in southern CA. 60 degrees outside--aaah.&lt;br /&gt;- now--partway through another two weeks with sister #3 and her fam&lt;br /&gt;- then--2 weeks in UT with the parentals and sister #1 and her 7-yr-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOO! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's been a lot of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being pleasantly awoken (waked up?) by cheery little 2- or 4-yr-old faces and giggles :)&lt;br /&gt;- snuggling with small, and not so small, children at bedtime and in the morning and at random times during the day&lt;br /&gt;- reading books to some of my favorite people on the planet&lt;br /&gt;- enjoying air conditioning, someone else's cooking, and garden-fresh produce&lt;br /&gt;- otter pops :)&lt;br /&gt;- thinking, thinking, thinking&lt;br /&gt;- organizing sister #3's house. Heehee! :) You think I'm kidding, maybe, but I'm not. I suggested that we do some big project while I'm there (here), since having another adult around can be really helpful. So she suggested, giggling, that we reorganize her ENTIRE HOUSE--new containers for things, labels, the whole shebang. Woohoo! :) So far we've done her junk drawer, the games/linen closet, and her walk-in closet. SO FUN! :) I just hope I don't get burned out of cleaning and organizing such that I won't want to unpack into my new apartment when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what else? OH! Girls night in southern CA with &lt;a href="http://thenates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; and my sis, and dinner with her and Nathan and cute little Molly. Molly and my niece are almost the same age, and pretty much totally hilarious together. Friends like Sarah are rare, and hence a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm off to shower and clean a closet and shuttle kids to playdates. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5965361505359117350?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5965361505359117350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5965361505359117350' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5965361505359117350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5965361505359117350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-vacation-people.html' title='Happy Vacation, people! :)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1271125791755583246</id><published>2010-07-08T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:00:03.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>So my sis has a garden. Well, ok, ALL of my sisters have gardens. But this afternoon my 2-yr-old niece and I walked toward the garden of my niece's momma, the sister of mine that I'm currently visiting, who has a garden. Ya with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was coming toward us, from the garden, with 2 little round squash (squashes? squeesh?) in the pocket of her hoodie. Her squash plants have been transplanted twice this season, due to some unforeseen circumstances, and my sis has been worried that they're not doing too well, so she explained that she picked those two squash, which are a little small for picking, in order to allow the plant to put all its energy into recovering from the most recent transplanting experience, rather than into producing those squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought...I wonder how often Heavenly Father does that to us, and we don't recognize that that's what's going on. We think, "Hey look, I'm producing this great fruit!" and then He picks that fruit, takes it from us, and we mourn, not recognizing that what He has in mind is for us to be bigger stronger plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And as I'm writing this, I feel like it sounds like I'm really depressed, but I'm not. :) It was just a cool thought, and I thought I'd try to capture it in writing before I lost the feel of it. :) And I'm not sure I captured the real feel of it, but there you go.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1271125791755583246?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1271125791755583246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1271125791755583246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1271125791755583246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1271125791755583246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/07/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8435564414153858174</id><published>2010-07-07T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:00:06.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>They ARE listening...</title><content type='html'>My sister wasn't feeling well, and said, "oh I feel like poop on a stick." Her precocious 2-yr-old copycat daughter said, "Yeah, yeah, poop on a stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8435564414153858174?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8435564414153858174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8435564414153858174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8435564414153858174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8435564414153858174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-are-listening.html' title='They ARE listening...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1950475188915029660</id><published>2010-07-06T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T17:43:04.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Too corny</title><content type='html'>I was jokingly praising myself for doing such a great job shucking the corn for dinner and my BIL Chris said, "Yeah, Margaret. You really shuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, thanks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1950475188915029660?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1950475188915029660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1950475188915029660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1950475188915029660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1950475188915029660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-corny.html' title='Too corny'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-222746450442779946</id><published>2010-06-14T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:14:50.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>scheduling</title><content type='html'>Haircut: check&lt;br /&gt;Returned stack of library books: check&lt;br /&gt;Arranged ride to the airport: check&lt;br /&gt;Got new calling in the YW presidency: check&lt;br /&gt;Wrote last check to pay off bed: check (pun not intended, but still oh-so-clevah)&lt;br /&gt;Packing for 7-week vacation that starts tomorrow: no way, Jose.&lt;br /&gt;Packing so that I can move out of my apt the second I get back here in August: ugh. I still have to do my bathroom, bedding, and all the  "little things" that get left to the end, which then take 3 boxes and  14 hours to pack. :P But my aforementioned ride to the airport gets here in 12 hrs, so I  can't take longer than that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-222746450442779946?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/222746450442779946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=222746450442779946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/222746450442779946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/222746450442779946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/06/scheduling.html' title='scheduling'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3004335836176133908</id><published>2010-06-11T12:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:09:14.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>It really is uncanny...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up with a stuffed and runny (yes, BOTH) nose. Apparently the boy-going-through-puberty voice that I've had for the past week was NOT just from talking too much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncanny thing is...guess what I did the day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an appointment to get my hair cut next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-portrait.html"&gt;they &lt;/a&gt;were &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-to-school.html"&gt;allowed &lt;/a&gt;to &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/05/tough-choice.html"&gt;coexist&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3004335836176133908?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3004335836176133908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3004335836176133908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3004335836176133908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3004335836176133908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-really-is-uncanny.html' title='It really is uncanny...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5814946878922348941</id><published>2010-06-09T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:42:16.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>My sister knows...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/2010/06/03/window-display/"&gt;these people&lt;/a&gt;. Those are her friend's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the baby really is duct-taped to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5814946878922348941?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5814946878922348941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5814946878922348941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5814946878922348941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5814946878922348941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-sister-knows.html' title='My sister knows...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6526639308090774131</id><published>2010-05-26T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:40:00.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Um, okay...</title><content type='html'>So if you have multiple bumper stickers on your car, and one of them says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Friends don't let friends vote Republican.&lt;/blockquote&gt;...and &lt;a href="http://www.stickergiant.com/buckle-up_b5361.html"&gt;another &lt;/a&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.&lt;/blockquote&gt;...then you should know that the latter makes it hard for me to take the former, or really anything about you, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6526639308090774131?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6526639308090774131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6526639308090774131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6526639308090774131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6526639308090774131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-okay.html' title='Um, okay...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2897669037878990723</id><published>2010-05-25T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:07:00.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Sean Voyage</title><content type='html'>So yesterday marked the departure of a good friend. He finished his Master's degree and left town, moving on to life as a, um, grown up?, with, you know, a "real job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has certainly left his mark on those of us who knew him here, if not for his good heart, good work ethic, and cheerful attitude, then certainly for lines like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's really hard to hide things under the bathroom signs at the State  Capitol Building." &lt;/blockquote&gt;He would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you, Sean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2897669037878990723?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2897669037878990723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2897669037878990723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2897669037878990723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2897669037878990723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/sean-voyage.html' title='Sean Voyage'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7805422508074372306</id><published>2010-05-24T13:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:54:32.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>This really touched me today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://itswhatmakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst.html"&gt;http://itswhatmakesmeme.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the daughter of a friend of a friend of mine, and I wonder--how often does that happen with us and our Heavenly Father? How often are we in the middle of a trial, and He's trying to help us, with all the resources available to Him, and He KNOWS He CAN help us, and we struggle and cry, "I can't breathe!" as we gasp, frantically for air? And then, eventually, finally, desperately, we listen, and we hear, and we breathe His healing, and we are OK, as He knew we would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the lesson is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle less; listen, hear, and BREATHE more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7805422508074372306?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7805422508074372306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7805422508074372306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7805422508074372306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7805422508074372306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-really-touched-me-today.html' title='This really touched me today.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4237835229872199582</id><published>2010-05-23T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:00:00.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>You might be in the south if...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine recently got back from a trip to Tennessee. This is an ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPH she took down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g6jYOfMvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/49FXZyQj68M/s1600/DSCN2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g6jYOfMvI/AAAAAAAAAqk/49FXZyQj68M/s400/DSCN2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189726541886194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4237835229872199582?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4237835229872199582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4237835229872199582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4237835229872199582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4237835229872199582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-might-be-in-south-if.html' title='You might be in the south if...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g4fjoiScI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JJgHJ5fss80/s400/Spring2010+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474187461861198274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee!!!! knee-high, awesome colors, super soft, and accompanied by a hilarious note from my dear aunt, and the best part is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g46iCB34I/AAAAAAAAAqc/kcv2saD_vtg/s1600/Spring2010+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g46iCB34I/AAAAAAAAAqc/kcv2saD_vtg/s400/Spring2010+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474187925287722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I can wear them with ANYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh baby, I plan to.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Aunt Cathy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4973818325065744582?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4973818325065744582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4973818325065744582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4973818325065744582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4973818325065744582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/delivery.html' title='Delivery!!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S_g4fjoiScI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JJgHJ5fss80/s72-c/Spring2010+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-547603573336422840</id><published>2010-05-20T14:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:17:44.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Happy summer vacation!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just.html"&gt;it's been a week now&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my freedom from classes I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;read a good stack of books--fun books, not school books, just to clarify ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a few movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stayed up WAY too late too many nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;submitted a research proposal that got turned down :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out about 2 As in classes from last semester :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;... and decided to maybe move to CA for the summer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your summer going so far?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-547603573336422840?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/547603573336422840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=547603573336422840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/547603573336422840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/547603573336422840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-summer-vacation.html' title='Happy summer vacation!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8984283683240810895</id><published>2010-05-13T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:57:47.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>I just...</title><content type='html'>...turned in my &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-finals-to-you-too.html"&gt;last &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-these-out.html"&gt;paper &lt;/a&gt;of the semester. It was the right length, and I had a topic. And sources. And on the way to print it out and turn it in it occurred to me that I might not have actually SAID anything in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I called several members of my family to celebrate and none of them answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like spending a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two facts are not related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8984283683240810895?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8984283683240810895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8984283683240810895' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8984283683240810895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8984283683240810895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just.html' title='I just...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2525214914909041561</id><published>2010-05-12T14:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:23:38.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Check these out!</title><content type='html'>Something to inspire you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopefullymormon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hopefullymormon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to cheer you up, and other people, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://operationbeautiful.com/"&gt;http://operationbeautiful.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way to make a difference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tippingbucket.org/"&gt;http://tippingbucket.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status--&lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-finals-to-you-too.html"&gt;updated&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Arabic final--over. Ugly, but over. I only left 2 blanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 4  pg essay--done. Ugly, and I'm kind of embarrassed that I turned it in like that, but done.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 10 pg paper--done. I think it was actually pretty ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 7 pg paper due in 20 hrs--have some sources. Topic? not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Blog--updated. Sigh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2525214914909041561?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2525214914909041561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2525214914909041561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2525214914909041561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2525214914909041561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-these-out.html' title='Check these out!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2658384894376195771</id><published>2010-05-10T13:37:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:07:40.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Happy finals to you, too.</title><content type='html'>It just got louder in the library (people JUST getting out of bed, or lunch time??) so I turned up the volume on my &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;. Think it'll help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh ugh ugh ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Arabic final in 23 hrs--not ready&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 4 pg essay due in 27 hrs--at 3 pgs, but too many more sections to write, will need to trim a lot&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 10 pg paper due in 27 hrs--umm...have sources, and outline...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 7 pg paper due in 3 days--eep. Maybe have topic? maybe a few sources?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Blog--updated. At least I have my priorities in the right place. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=334"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=334"&gt;One possible reason&lt;/a&gt; that my status is as stated above.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. The aforementioned reason has to do with the CONTENT of the comic, not the fact that I am reading the archives of an online comic while my finals are in such a sorry state...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. send help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2658384894376195771?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2658384894376195771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2658384894376195771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2658384894376195771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2658384894376195771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-finals-to-you-too.html' title='Happy finals to you, too.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-9163480530730566190</id><published>2010-05-07T15:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:56:06.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>He's right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My brother-in-law, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, his wife, my sister, likes to share with the family the cute things her kids say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Four-year-old daughter] just asked me, 'Mom, have you ever noticed some babies just have one hair?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were reading Horton the Elephant (one of [four-year-old daughter]'s favorites). On the last page she piped up, 'We don't have elephant birds around here.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And because I am always interested in both sharing my knowledge of flora and fauna and gaining new knowledge, I responded:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No, I believe they are native to Argentina, and are a close relative of the feral chicken. Right, Dad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my esteemed father, also always oh-so-willing to share his, ahem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;extensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;knowledge, wrote back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Margaret, of course, is right. &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It´s that old saw about opposites attracting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moonlit nights - soft background music - and chickens and elephants just find each other irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it is culinarily irresistible - feral chickens have a tremendous, gigantic, enormous weakness for elephant steaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;But sometimes, in the springtime, the hens fall for the big guys in a serious way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then my bro-in-law:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;"You people are all totally, irrevocably, certifiably insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's so good to fit in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And he's right. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/21829745-9163480530730566190?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/9163480530730566190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=9163480530730566190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/9163480530730566190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/9163480530730566190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-right.html' title='He&apos;s right.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1509619141354527017</id><published>2010-05-05T12:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:57:27.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Don't hide your light...</title><content type='html'>So I have a paper due in 4 hrs and 49 minutes, and oh, it'll be done by then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just saw a guy from the class for which that paper is due, and we were talking about the presentation of our papers, which will be in class tonight, and how we have a very limited amount of time to present, and I made a crack about how "I talk so fast that I can fit 20 minutes of content into 1o minutes" and he agreed, and then he said the following (he's a native speaker of English, btw):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know, you should take pride in the fact that you are one of very few native English speakers that I have a hard time understanding...not all the time, just sometimes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um, really? I should take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt; in that?! I'll have to think about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But under the circumstances, with only 10 minutes to present some pretty interesting material, I'll just be grateful for this "talent" and move on with life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1509619141354527017?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1509619141354527017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1509619141354527017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1509619141354527017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1509619141354527017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-have-paper-due-in-4-hrs-and-49.html' title='Don&apos;t hide your light...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7549714173692699365</id><published>2010-05-04T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:10:17.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>The end of a streak</title><content type='html'>Today is the first time in one month that I have worn a hoodie in public. And yes, it has a little something to do with &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-status.html"&gt;this item of clothing&lt;/a&gt; that I got for my birthday one month ago. But I still felt it was worth noting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also - remember &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/al-hijab.html"&gt;this presentation&lt;/a&gt;? Well it was today, and we got a few laughs. :) And then leaving class, a classmate not in my group muttered to me, "Congratulations. Yours is  DEFINITELY going to be the best one." And another student, who is in that guy's group, said, "I resent that lack  of confidence in our abilities!" And the first guy said, "it's not going to be  better than THAT!" :) heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7549714173692699365?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7549714173692699365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7549714173692699365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7549714173692699365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7549714173692699365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-streak.html' title='The end of a streak'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-939682595669439704</id><published>2010-05-03T15:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:26:29.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Pondering on my fingernails (don't you?!)</title><content type='html'>So at the potluck last night my friend H complimented me on my brown (freshly-applied) nail polish, and while I thanked her and told her how much I, also, enjoy my chocolate-colored fingernails, I also pointed out the spot that had gotten chipped-already, gol-dern-it!, and her sweet, spontaneous response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You don't need to show me your imperfections. I like you anyway."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks, H, I needed that right then. And not just about my nails. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of my nails, as I sit here considering the next step in the preparation of a paper that is due Wednesday and the presentation of said paper, for which I have to do a trial run in front of one of my classmates in 1 hr and 30 min (and the # of Powerpoint slides I have right now = 0), I find myself filing my nails as an aid to concentration. I was doing this in my lab several years ago, and a dear friend commented on it, and I said, "filing my nails helps me think," in response to which he simply looked again at my nails, which were fairly long at the time, implying, because I don't think he would have said it aloud, that there must not be much thinking going on, if they were that long. :) Well guess what, Jeff? They're short now!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we think my prof would allow me to use that as evidence that I did put at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;thought into this paper?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-939682595669439704?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/939682595669439704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=939682595669439704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/939682595669439704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/939682595669439704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/nail-polish.html' title='Pondering on my fingernails (don&apos;t you?!)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1442888102586098266</id><published>2010-05-01T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:03:03.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Al-hijab</title><content type='html'>I just spent all day with a group from my Arabic class, filming our final presentation. We did a TV morning news show, and one of the parts I wrote and recorded was a (spoof) commercial for hijab. We thought we were very clever, even if we couldn't get all our jokes to go smoothly into Arabic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you show up in our class on Tuesday, you might see a little of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S9z2xHybP7I/AAAAAAAAApw/zMBtwJMhabY/s1600/SelfPortrait+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S9z2xHybP7I/AAAAAAAAApw/zMBtwJMhabY/s400/SelfPortrait+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466515371485511602" 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/21829745-1442888102586098266?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1442888102586098266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1442888102586098266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1442888102586098266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1442888102586098266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/05/al-hijab.html' title='Al-hijab'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S9z2xHybP7I/AAAAAAAAApw/zMBtwJMhabY/s72-c/SelfPortrait+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8218159420417141371</id><published>2010-04-30T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:35:42.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Ask and ye shall...</title><content type='html'>...get a five-day extension on a paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;phew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And now, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8218159420417141371?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8218159420417141371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8218159420417141371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8218159420417141371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8218159420417141371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/ask-and-ye-shall.html' title='Ask and ye shall...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1915473634591581674</id><published>2010-04-29T13:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:27:50.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symposium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Retail therapy??</title><content type='html'>After discussing some other topics in a gChat convo with &lt;a href="http://brownelearning.org/enworb/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: have i mentioned that dan and i broke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a month ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;do I need to get my gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;5:09 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and then we had the grad student symposium that I was co-in charge of. i've been so swamped but its catching up to me and I'm REALLY frightened for the THREE papers i have to do in the next 15 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;no. it was mutual. we both got the same answer. but it still sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;we were best friends for more than a year and dated for 6 months of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;5:10 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: ok, but I could still get my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;plz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: so it's just weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: what, my gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: do you HAVE a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: not yet, so I need an excuse to get one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;then by all means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't wait to tell brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: about the gun, not your breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the right idea, Jer. Shopping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;make everything better. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1915473634591581674?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1915473634591581674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1915473634591581674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1915473634591581674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1915473634591581674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail therapy??'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3925230563175501662</id><published>2010-04-28T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:45:40.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Today's status</title><content type='html'>Desperately trying to find sources for a paper that is due in one week. Yes, I'm THAT awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wear my jean jacket every day. I am also THAT awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3925230563175501662?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3925230563175501662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3925230563175501662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3925230563175501662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3925230563175501662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-status.html' title='Today&apos;s status'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8409491060084214680</id><published>2010-04-26T08:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:01:50.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>pj pants (because I was cold) + t-shirt (because it was comfy) + skirt (because it was Sunday) =</title><content type='html'>"Margaret, Heavenly Father thinks you look ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn't leave my house like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8409491060084214680?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8409491060084214680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8409491060084214680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8409491060084214680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8409491060084214680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/pj-pants-because-i-was-cold-t-shirt.html' title='pj pants (because I was cold) + t-shirt (because it was comfy) + skirt (because it was Sunday) ='/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1373546883021823558</id><published>2010-04-24T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:32:01.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly kidlets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Posted with permission :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chadandbarbi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barbi &lt;/a&gt;bought &lt;a href="http://chadandbarbi.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blankie.html"&gt;Jorden &lt;/a&gt;some new summer clothes and he was really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was he so upset, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom," he wailed, "why did you have to buy me new clothes??? Why couldn't you buy me beef jerky???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that kid. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1373546883021823558?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1373546883021823558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1373546883021823558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1373546883021823558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1373546883021823558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/posted-with-permission.html' title='Posted with permission :)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-439163197419270914</id><published>2010-04-23T12:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:39:19.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>From anotha motha?</title><content type='html'>My new bff, A, said this yesterday, while talking about a faculty member with whom she works closely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love her like my mother. Well, I don't really love her like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;mother, I love her like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;people love their mothers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;mother is special.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mine too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-439163197419270914?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/439163197419270914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=439163197419270914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/439163197419270914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/439163197419270914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-anotha-motha.html' title='From anotha motha?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3244155440764626778</id><published>2010-04-20T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:26:02.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Should I be concerned...</title><content type='html'>...that my usually extremely rational father is almost certainly going to buy a Jaguar?? From a Minnesotan hippie named Lyle?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3244155440764626778?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3244155440764626778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3244155440764626778' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3244155440764626778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3244155440764626778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/should-i-be-concerned.html' title='Should I be concerned...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8633800490899191156</id><published>2010-04-19T14:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:54:05.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>So is it a bad sign...</title><content type='html'>...if my Chinese fortune cookie is EMPTY?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8633800490899191156?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8633800490899191156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8633800490899191156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8633800490899191156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8633800490899191156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-it-is-bad-sign.html' title='So is it a bad sign...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7006309531191579885</id><published>2010-04-15T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:55:33.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symposium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>I can hardly believe it.</title><content type='html'>I had the following conversation via gChat yesterday, with my symposium co-organizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: we still need to figure out  printing nametags, and get copies of the half sheet about the identity  panel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;:  do you know how all these happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the symposium I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: how all what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;: the event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: do I know how the symposium  happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;:  did we really do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:34 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;: anyway, we'll figure out the  name tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;:  yeah I kinda can't believe its all come together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I kinda can't believe it. All the panic, all the work, all the embarrassment for not having started working on it earlier, the grant proposals, the pleadings for help, the emails drafted a million times before sending, the coordination with committee chairs, the GRATITUDE when people took assignments and ran with them, going over the budget, going over the budget AGAIN, ordering supplies, publicity, registration, volunteers...it's all almost over. The symposium is tomorrow. Tomorrow and Saturday. We have a location, we have people coming to speak, we have people coming to listen, and we have food. Sounds like it's gonna be just fine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7006309531191579885?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7006309531191579885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7006309531191579885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7006309531191579885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7006309531191579885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-hardly-believe-it.html' title='I can hardly believe it.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5569487841354013463</id><published>2010-04-14T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:57:54.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Self-portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S8XJ1DB5VRI/AAAAAAAAApM/NtP7j2ZTK8o/s1600/SelfPortrait+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S8XJ1DB5VRI/AAAAAAAAApM/NtP7j2ZTK8o/s400/SelfPortrait+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459992036440102162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S8XIOAZCuNI/AAAAAAAAApE/Sav-C2lF9D4/s1600/SelfPortrait+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S8XIOAZCuNI/AAAAAAAAApE/Sav-C2lF9D4/s400/SelfPortrait+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459990266205354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that getting a haircut can &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-to-school.html"&gt;also &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/05/tough-choice.html"&gt;ward off&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mental &lt;/span&gt;illness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5569487841354013463?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5569487841354013463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5569487841354013463' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5569487841354013463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5569487841354013463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-portrait.html' title='Self-portrait'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S8XJ1DB5VRI/AAAAAAAAApM/NtP7j2ZTK8o/s72-c/SelfPortrait+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5050957222450435316</id><published>2010-04-12T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:22:57.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symposium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAAAHHHH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I ate breakfast.</title><content type='html'>I woke up in a panic this morning, after having nightmares about the symposium*. Such a panic that I couldn't get out of bed for a while, couldn't admit even to that extent, the getting-out-of-bed extent, that the week was starting because I couldn't bear the thought of what it might bring. And then I did get out of bed, said a desperate prayer for help, and got dressed. And texted my best friend to say, "will you please text me every night around 8 or 9 and make sure I've eaten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just know I'm going to forget, and that's not going to help anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm one of two co-chairs/organizers of a graduate student symposium that will take place on my campus this weekend. We've been planning it for about a year, and will have presenters and attendees from all over the country. It's been a TON of work, and the work's not over yet, and, apparently, I'm panicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5050957222450435316?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5050957222450435316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5050957222450435316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5050957222450435316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5050957222450435316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-ate-breakfast.html' title='I ate breakfast.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1222054123403342661</id><published>2010-04-08T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:23:25.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symposium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Snow?!</title><content type='html'>Are you KIDDING me?! First three days of torrential downpour and now snow?! This must be payback for having temperatures in the high 70's over spring break last week. :) Just in time for my parents to visit. :) :) And for my birthday. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...my head is about to explode. But next Friday and Saturday is the graduate student symposium for which I am one of the co-chairs, and after that I'll be able to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and write three 10-12 pages papers in the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1222054123403342661?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1222054123403342661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1222054123403342661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1222054123403342661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1222054123403342661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/snow.html' title='Snow?!'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-3885625877777384723</id><published>2010-04-05T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:26:30.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I take cool pictures.</title><content type='html'>I'm really enjoying this one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S7pXB7B8E7I/AAAAAAAAAok/NMGq7blkIyI/s1600/Winter2009-10+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S7pXB7B8E7I/AAAAAAAAAok/NMGq7blkIyI/s400/Winter2009-10+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456769589050086322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That's San Diego in January. I only wish I lived there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-3885625877777384723?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/3885625877777384723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=3885625877777384723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3885625877777384723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/3885625877777384723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-take-cool-pictures.html' title='Sometimes I take cool pictures.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S7pXB7B8E7I/AAAAAAAAAok/NMGq7blkIyI/s72-c/Winter2009-10+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6480307242474129221</id><published>2010-03-19T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:28:50.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>For the birds. Or something.</title><content type='html'>I got a fun visit from &lt;a href="http://brownelearning.org/enworb/"&gt;these folks&lt;/a&gt; - hoorah for family events that bring my friends into my state!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI9xsLcTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KBuByJNysks/s1600-h/March2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI9xsLcTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KBuByJNysks/s400/March2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450350568940466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and maybe had a little too much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI-SVRxDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wZqSXiu0Qn8/s1600-h/March2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI-SVRxDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wZqSXiu0Qn8/s400/March2010+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450350577702782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI-zxQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/smhjSwhPPs0/s1600-h/March2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI-zxQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/smhjSwhPPs0/s400/March2010+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450350586678539666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention I &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-to-school.html"&gt;cut my hair&lt;/a&gt; and got glasses? Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6480307242474129221?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6480307242474129221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6480307242474129221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6480307242474129221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6480307242474129221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-birds-or-something.html' title='For the birds. Or something.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S6OI9xsLcTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/KBuByJNysks/s72-c/March2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-53311790580844425</id><published>2010-03-06T14:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:25:22.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Mouse count</title><content type='html'>= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless that first one that Dan and I accidentally let go in the driveway got back in and got caught again. In which case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse count = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is still pretty yucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-53311790580844425?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/53311790580844425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=53311790580844425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/53311790580844425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/53311790580844425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/03/mouse-count.html' title='Mouse count'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4086252922701036180</id><published>2010-03-05T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:15:23.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Apparently he says stuff like this all the time. Whatever that means.</title><content type='html'>Actual conversation, as reported to me by Dan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaz: I didn't expect to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;so clothed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: What does that even mean?! I'm going to have to think about that for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaz: Oh, you know, it's always a great day for a toga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4086252922701036180?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4086252922701036180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4086252922701036180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4086252922701036180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4086252922701036180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/03/apparently-he-says-stuff-like-this-all.html' title='Apparently he says stuff like this all the time. Whatever that means.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-278290526546747814</id><published>2010-03-04T14:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:24:46.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Really, Really Yucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 100% on my midterm for my Islam class. :) I told one of my classmates, who is also in my Arabic class, that it's been a while since I got 100% on anything, and he said, "What about in Arabic class?" Um, yeah. About that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AGAIN fought with the phone tree system of a certain wireless company to try to tell them that I DON'T actually owe them $184.68 in early termination fees, since I canceled the contract in less than 30 days. And NOT ONLY do I not owe them that money, but the nice employee that I talked to the last time I fought with their phone system told me he had cleared the charges, so something is messed up, since I am STILL getting threatening letters about how they're going to send me to a collections agency if I don't pay up. AND!!! NOT ONLY should those charges have already been cleared by the last guy I talked to, but even getting to talk to a person is a royal pain!! They sent me THREE different customer service numbers, ALL of which required me to enter my 10-digit phone number to continue. When I entered it, the system said, "That is a not a valid number with our company" and kicked me out. I KNOW it's not a valid number! I'm no  longer with your company! The letter that you sent me, WHICH TOLD ME TO CALL THIS NUMBER, acknowledged that I'm no longer with your company! And yet there is no number I can call to get through the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I eventually got through. I entered my phone number as 10 0's. Twice. :) And then I selected the menu option about activating a prepaid phone that I (supposedly) purchased at a store. THEN I got a human, who listened to me rant and then told me very nicely that she was with the prepaid department and would be happy to transfer me to the contracts dept. :) But hey - at least she didn't kick me entirely out of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Really, Really, Yucky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is confirmed that we have a mouse in our house. My roommate told me a few days ago that she suspected it, and I confirmed it. WITH MY OWN TWO EYES. That's right, I saw the nasty little bugger. It was eating one of my potatoes in the pantry. And yes, I jumped backwards and screamed like a girl, which, in fact, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we get to put all our food in hard sided containers and set traps and maybe borrow Dan's cat and throw her in the pantry and shut the door and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, internets, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-278290526546747814?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/278290526546747814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=278290526546747814' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/278290526546747814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/278290526546747814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bad-and-really-really-yucky.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Really, Really Yucky.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5712318753314269005</id><published>2010-03-02T20:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:59:54.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>OK, fine...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html"&gt;you people&lt;/a&gt; are right, I've been a little too distracted to blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't you be?! I mean, look how cute he is!! (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S43POggHsSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j2Zcc7fGvwY/s1600-h/January2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S43POggHsSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j2Zcc7fGvwY/s400/January2010+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235372710572322" 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/21829745-5712318753314269005?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5712318753314269005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5712318753314269005' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5712318753314269005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5712318753314269005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-fine.html' title='OK, fine...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/S43POggHsSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j2Zcc7fGvwY/s72-c/January2010+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5254517251611421452</id><published>2010-02-15T09:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:23:15.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>...a colleague and I have a grant application due. It's pretty much getting to be almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have an Arabic essay due. It's about half done and due in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is the last full day before Dan &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-are-not-droids-youre-looking-for.html"&gt;gets back&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this whole new Google Buzz thing...I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, I've participated in the narcissistic practice of blogging for &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-frabjous-day.html"&gt;a while now&lt;/a&gt; (holy crap it's been four years - !!), and &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-googlechat-poster-child_11.html"&gt;we know I use my gChat status bar&lt;/a&gt;, but somehow imposing a one-line status on the world, knowing that it's going to show up as "new" Buzz and someone's going to feel obligated to read it, if for no other reason than to get their "unread Buzz" back to zero...feels even more narcissistic. I'm not sure I can handle it. (And is it considered meta-narcissistic if I post on my blog about it??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5254517251611421452?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5254517251611421452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5254517251611421452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5254517251611421452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5254517251611421452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2442909344135808979</id><published>2010-02-12T16:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:07:27.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>These are not the droids you're looking for.</title><content type='html'>So my boy is out of town for the weekend :( :( which leaves me with lots of, um, "free" (?) time. You know, all that time every day that I usually spend with him (after my school work for the day is done, of course!) that now I don't get to spend with him because he's several states away. :( So this weekend I get to fill that time with, um, more school work, or late Arabic homework, or house work, or laundry, or late Arabic homework, or my visiting teaching (eep), or even, you guessed it, late Arabic homework.  (Ooooh - or grocery shopping!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His flight left last night at 7pm. So what, you ask, did I do with all that available evening time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 7:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2442909344135808979?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2442909344135808979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2442909344135808979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2442909344135808979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2442909344135808979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-are-not-droids-youre-looking-for.html' title='These are not the droids you&apos;re looking for.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-9054716506380557417</id><published>2010-01-26T15:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:35:49.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"This year needs to be over--I'm so done being hit by cars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elise, who was hit by a car 3 times in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess we all like to stop traffic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-9054716506380557417?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/9054716506380557417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=9054716506380557417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/9054716506380557417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/9054716506380557417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1625414469430786983</id><published>2010-01-25T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:07:46.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>From the kitchen of Dan</title><content type='html'>And I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Worcestershire sauce makes meat more beautiful. It's like make-up for women. ... Except not really, because make-up tastes horrible.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1625414469430786983?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1625414469430786983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1625414469430786983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1625414469430786983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1625414469430786983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-kitchen-of-dan.html' title='From the kitchen of Dan'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2763752987568077156</id><published>2010-01-20T10:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:59:49.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Welcome back to school.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get sick. Do we think I could fend it off with a &lt;a href="http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/05/tough-choice.html"&gt;haircut&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2763752987568077156?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2763752987568077156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2763752987568077156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2763752987568077156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2763752987568077156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-back-to-school.html' title='Welcome back to school.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6546058203869788152</id><published>2009-12-14T14:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:15:44.272-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my sister Amy</title><content type='html'>We just had the following gChat conversation, after I sent a relatively incoherent and babbling email to the family in response to a suggestion about future Christmases, admitting in the email that the incoherence was due to the fact that I was saving all coherent thought for the paper that's due in 7 hrs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":17h" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:46 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;: You know, that email actually made a lot of sense. Does this mean I should be worried about the coherency of that paper-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:47 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i don't think you should be worried about the coherence of the paper, but if you wanted to just WRITE it, that would be terrif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;2:49 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, shore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(That was not "sure," that was, "running for the shore, ain't writin' no more papers this month")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwah hahahaha! And her funny...ness is not the only reason I love her, but it shore helps! Um, as in...uh...she lives near the shore...and I'd shore, eh, sure jump in and drown if she wasn't my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, about that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And she responded as follows to the family email: "I think we should agree to not decide until AFTER Christmas day, when everything's a little more sensible. Just so Margaret's head doesn't explode before she regurgitates its contents into her papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regurgitating its contents...yes, that would be why this paper is making me feel like I want to BARF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/distraction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-6546058203869788152?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6546058203869788152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6546058203869788152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6546058203869788152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6546058203869788152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-3-my-sister-amy.html' title='I &lt;3 my sister Amy'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4170734251498677846</id><published>2009-12-11T15:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:02:16.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>If you're going to crawl around like a crazy woman on playground equipment at an amusement park with your friends' kids, I supposed you'd better be prepared to have it documented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SyLBMIVUbFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Usx8hTnxdps/s1600-h/SDC10216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SyLBMIVUbFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Usx8hTnxdps/s400/SDC10216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414102116192250962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yes, I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now; yes, it's due Monday. What do you want from me?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4170734251498677846?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4170734251498677846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4170734251498677846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4170734251498677846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4170734251498677846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/12/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SyLBMIVUbFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Usx8hTnxdps/s72-c/SDC10216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5280013362932510279</id><published>2009-12-08T11:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:36:49.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>December-itis</title><content type='html'>So it's finals time again, which means that I'm escaping reality (2 papers and 2 finals next week) by blogging - YAY for procrastination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that that's pretty much all I have to say. It snowed here the other day, really snowed, so now we think winter is here to stay. I heard it's gonna be 11 degrees at some point this week. Have I put long johns on my Christmas wish list yet? and boots? I already have an electric blanket, which I turn on high as I'm getting ready for bed so my bed is toasty warm when I get in. Unfortunately, I sometimes (often) forget to turn in down before I fall asleep, so I have crazy dreams and wake up ROASTING in my bed at 2am and THEN turn it down. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother passed away a week ago last Sunday, and the funeral was in the west last Thursday, and I couldn't go. I keep hearing about family members who did get to go, and it makes me sad that I missed the chance to see them and to celebrate my grandma's life with them. She was a wonderful lady, and I miss her, but I am glad that she has been released from mortality and can move on. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I substitute-taught early morning seminary on Friday and Monday, and it was a good reminder of how I want to be in the scriptures more. There is so much peace to be found in the Spirit that is in the scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have begun, sort of, the countdown for tests and paper due dates and my departure for the holidays, and I'm trying to quell the panic and just WORK. Wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5280013362932510279?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5280013362932510279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5280013362932510279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5280013362932510279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5280013362932510279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-itis.html' title='December-itis'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2996498259449693749</id><published>2009-11-19T16:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:08:17.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>He was totally touching my homework papers with his shoe ON PURPOSE, even though he knew it was bugging me.</title><content type='html'>Me: Daniel. Seriously. Why are you taunting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Why are you tauntable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2996498259449693749?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2996498259449693749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2996498259449693749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2996498259449693749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2996498259449693749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-was-totally-touching-my-homework.html' title='He was totally touching my homework papers with his shoe ON PURPOSE, even though he knew it was bugging me.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1423685936489860217</id><published>2009-10-28T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:44:42.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>The things you find laying around the English department...</title><content type='html'>I study language stuff, and &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/apr/30/featuresreviews.guardianreview8"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is really funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1423685936489860217?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1423685936489860217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1423685936489860217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1423685936489860217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1423685936489860217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-find-laying-around-english.html' title='The things you find laying around the English department...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-8387790196052942404</id><published>2009-10-26T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:26:55.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAAAHHHH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Quick summary of my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday: &lt;/span&gt;research proposal application due to the IRB. This is so that data that I gather for a class project this semester can be used for conference presentations or publications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also Monday: &lt;/span&gt;Arabic essay due. Not written yet. eep. So obviously I'm using my time well by blogging instead of writing it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;Meeting in the evening with the finance committee of the student gov't. We will have to 'defend' our request for funding for the symposium that is slotted to be next April, but for which we don't have any funding yet. eep! This meeting REALLY needs to go well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/span&gt;Midterm for my Middle Eastern Studies class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Leave after my midterm for a conference in a neighboring state! Two of my colleagues and I are presenting some of our research there. :) :) Unfortunately, we aren't QUITE ready to present yet, tho we are getting closer, and there is a lot of work to fit in this week to get ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Arabic test, that I'll miss because I'm at the conference, but will have to take on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weekend: &lt;/span&gt;Halloween, which is HUGE in the town where I live, AND Stake conference, at which we'll be getting a new stake presidency. I'll still be out of town. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot to add that I still have just the regular homework and reading to do - 3 chapters by Tuesday, 5 articles by Wednesday, and I don't even know what I have to read for Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, wish me luck?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-8387790196052942404?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/8387790196052942404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=8387790196052942404' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8387790196052942404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/8387790196052942404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-summary-of-my-week.html' title='Quick summary of my week'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4103378308138059574</id><published>2009-10-08T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:29:42.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><title type='text'>Spelling counts.</title><content type='html'>I was part of a group presentation in my Arabic discussion section the other day, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; freeze up and die, which was a BIG DEAL to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, make a typo on one of my slides. With one letter I changed the full name of the city of Mecca from "Beloved city" to "Hated city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am just. that. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4103378308138059574?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4103378308138059574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4103378308138059574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4103378308138059574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4103378308138059574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/10/spelling-counts.html' title='Spelling counts.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-6721440341972603908</id><published>2009-10-05T09:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:08:41.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>So there's this guy... :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;His name's Dan, he's 27, from this town where I live now, plays rugby, and can fix anything that could possibly go wrong on a car. He's also punctual (gasp! I didn't know those people even EXISTED!!) and thinks I'm funny and likes to hear my thoughts about stuff and tell me his. :) He loves the temple and honors the priesthood, and amazes me with his insights into the scriptures and his understanding of the Atonement. We've been best friends for about 6 months and dating for a week and a half now, and I'm ridiculously happy about it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Just thought you might want to know... ;)&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/21829745-6721440341972603908?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/6721440341972603908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=6721440341972603908' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6721440341972603908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/6721440341972603908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-theres-this-guy.html' title='So there&apos;s this guy... :) :)'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4039139748406489151</id><published>2009-09-03T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:01:25.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I go back and forth...</title><content type='html'>...between being excited for classes and for what I'm going to learn this semester and TOTALLY tired of school. I know this will be a good, growing, stretching, learning, enlightening year, I just hope I have the energy to make it happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with family and friends the last 3 weeks was good...but never enough. I didn't get to see everyone I wanted to - blame it partly on the fact that I was DEATHLY ILL for almost HALF of my vacation time! Ok, fine, not DEATHLY ill, but ill enough that I wanted to die. :) Green stuff coming out my eyeballs, horrible sinus pressure, no voice...yeah, it was pretty awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back to school pretty excited to be back, but then not enough time to get settled into the new apartment, or life, again before school started. And I've been messing with my class schedule, so I still feel pretty unsettled. I think I decided today what classes I'm actually going to take, so that is a nice feeling, but I also feel like I'm already behind in Arabic, and I'm gonna have to bust my tail to not get behind in my other classes. The second day and already I'm worried about being behind? That ain't good, people. Maybe I worry too much, ya think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it IS really fun to be back with my friends in this town, and to start to get my head back into this field that I enjoy and have enjoyed so much, and to start to get settled into my cute new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I flip back and forth between excitement and something close to panic I am reminded of that quote by President Hinckley where he talks about life being like an old-time railway journey - twists and turns, and only occasionally beautiful views and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick, he says, (and this is what I need to remind myself when I feel down,) (this plus "go eat something," :P ) is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4039139748406489151?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4039139748406489151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4039139748406489151' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4039139748406489151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4039139748406489151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-go-back-and-forth.html' title='I go back and forth...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-7155739024121899926</id><published>2009-08-27T23:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:09:06.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>I feel like this sums it up nicely...</title><content type='html'>"I really like....not talking to crazy people. It's pretty much my favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-7155739024121899926?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/7155739024121899926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=7155739024121899926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7155739024121899926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/7155739024121899926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-this-sums-it-up-nicely.html' title='I feel like this sums it up nicely...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2584475772046538294</id><published>2009-08-15T21:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:51:48.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>I don't curse.</title><content type='html'>And yet &lt;a href="http://eatingreadingwatchingsleeping.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; says this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure if you pray to God about things to repent of, He'll bring that to your remembrance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um, yeah. I'll get right on that. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2584475772046538294?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2584475772046538294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2584475772046538294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2584475772046538294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2584475772046538294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-curse.html' title='I don&apos;t curse.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-1006871590722609289</id><published>2009-08-03T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:32:55.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Is there ANY context in which this makes sense?</title><content type='html'>"I rarely think of my legs as part of my body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-1006871590722609289?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/1006871590722609289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=1006871590722609289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1006871590722609289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/1006871590722609289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-any-context-in-which-this.html' title='Is there ANY context in which this makes sense?'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4000116391156269457</id><published>2009-08-02T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:09:21.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>And that, ladies and gentlemen, is that.</title><content type='html'>"Pretty much everything in the universe is common sense to me."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4000116391156269457?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4000116391156269457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4000116391156269457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4000116391156269457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4000116391156269457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-that-ladies-and-gentlemen-is-that.html' title='And that, ladies and gentlemen, is that.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-2887833391726330598</id><published>2009-08-01T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:00:04.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual quote board'/><title type='text'>Pockets are pretty amazing. And so is this line from E.</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://thebottomdropsout.blogspot.com/"&gt;he&lt;/a&gt; didn't have any of the following with him one day a few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And when asked why, he responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because I put pants on this morning, and they weren't in them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-2887833391726330598?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/2887833391726330598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=2887833391726330598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2887833391726330598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/2887833391726330598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/08/pockets-are-pretty-amazing-and-so-is.html' title='Pockets are pretty amazing. And so is this line from E.'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-4857529710963158778</id><published>2009-07-31T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:38:58.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>After dinner in the dorm cafeteria tonight I went to the commons room in my dorm and while I was reading your blog (yes, YOURS), the ice cream bar that I stole from the cafeteria totally melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood over the trash can and &lt;em&gt;slurped&lt;/em&gt; it out of its package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I totally did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-4857529710963158778?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/4857529710963158778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=4857529710963158778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4857529710963158778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/4857529710963158778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/07/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21829745.post-5944919487200176883</id><published>2009-07-30T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:58:05.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arabic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you so funny'/><title type='text'>So there ARE some fun things...</title><content type='html'>For example, today we had to write sentences using the new vocab for ch 12, and I wrote the following. The bold words are the new vocab. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My day off&lt;/b&gt; was great! I &lt;b&gt;missed&lt;/b&gt; class, and I &lt;b&gt;didn't learn about&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;death&lt;/b&gt; of my teacher. &lt;b&gt;I was appointed&lt;/b&gt; to speak at her funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher even laughed when she read it, and that was kind of a triumph for me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, one of the students in my class is still in high school (!!), and she's considering going to college in Scotland, and we had this big (tangential) discussion today about how people in many (most?) other countries don't take great care of their teeth, and she was kind of disgusted. Then later we were answering conversation-type questions, and another student said, in answer to one of the questions, that he ended a relationship once because the girl had Scottish teeth. :) hee hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's not ALL totally heinous and painful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21829745-5944919487200176883?l=itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/feeds/5944919487200176883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21829745&amp;postID=5944919487200176883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5944919487200176883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21829745/posts/default/5944919487200176883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itgoesalittlesomethinglikethis.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-there-are-some-fun-things.html' title='So there ARE some fun things...'/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17632617157661276068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2AaLCh9LNc/SfkWlzHSFII/AAAAAAAAAUE/BL7BoIsrzUg/S220/nBVyUuRjEmGliE3BE1mx5mcMtstbLUsB5LT7eVgLeiBBViWAOOWFIE5XDLQeo1r8.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
