<?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-3530419437557891037</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:56:04.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talena Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-8824421257643443928</id><published>2009-12-16T02:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:36:00.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is our Christmas letter for 2009. Enjoy the pictures. We had fun taking them. And then had a really hard time deciding which ones to post. And so I ended up posting a lot. There's more where this came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKDqVK58I/AAAAAAAAASc/xTRkI74cxyo/s1600-h/IMG_7285+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415730347420346306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKDqVK58I/AAAAAAAAASc/xTRkI74cxyo/s320/IMG_7285+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKDHV903I/AAAAAAAAASU/j518zIo2kp8/s1600-h/IMG_7281+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415730338028442482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKDHV903I/AAAAAAAAASU/j518zIo2kp8/s320/IMG_7281+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKCSXGWoI/AAAAAAAAASM/DmY6tD2InRs/s1600-h/IMG_7282+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415730323806116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKCSXGWoI/AAAAAAAAASM/DmY6tD2InRs/s320/IMG_7282+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKBkc_tyI/AAAAAAAAASE/7qzbKKlOz9o/s1600-h/IMG_7283+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415730311482816290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKBkc_tyI/AAAAAAAAASE/7qzbKKlOz9o/s320/IMG_7283+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKBBXFXQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yo_e3oII5UU/s1600-h/IMG_7287+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415730302062779650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKBBXFXQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yo_e3oII5UU/s320/IMG_7287+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-: font-family:Calibri;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Season’s Greetings to all of our wonderful family and friends from the Bad Joke Girls (blonde, brunette, and a redhead). 2009 has been a busy year with many blessings.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though no one made the honor roll, no one’s soccer team won a tournament, and no one’s choir made it to the state sing off this year, we still had a lot of fun and have been very blessed along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As roommates, we really enjoy each other’s company and try to have as many adventures as possible. This year we competed in a triathlon, each taking a different leg of the race. Ashley swam, Annie biked, and Talena ran. Even though a team of 14-year-olds beat us (oh wait, nope they were 11) we still had fun. We also enjoyed many camping and hiking trips (just can’t get enough of being outside).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talena’s heart is so full with her cat family continuing to grow. She just added a new kitten to the crew. Snickerdoodle joins Mittens, Snowball Jr., Fluffy III, Ginger, Mrs. Whiskerson, Bubbles, Tiger, Pumpkin, Nub Nubs, and Friskers, and the late Snowball, Fluffy, Fluffy Jr., Blackie, Bucky, Sandy, Felix, Garfield, and Mopsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talena didn’t win any races by being slow and steady, but we still think she’s a champion. She ran two 5Ks, two 10Ks, two half-marathons, and one full marathon. Wonder what she’s running from… She also scored a great job at Black Diamond, an outdoor equipment manufacturer, and can’t wait to try out all the equipment and stop being teased for being an outdoor pansy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Annie’s had a rough year with medical bills, but her wart removal treatment went really well. She had 16 warts removed from behind her knee and 4 from her right wrist. Dr. Shamatu is truly skilled in his specialty and we’ll be forever grateful for his service to our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Annie’s ambition continues to amaze us. She swam, biked, and ran her first triathlon and did it all by herself. When she gets bored of the old U.S. of A. she takes trips to see other places of the world. This year she traveled to visit the kiwis, wombats, and koala bears in New Zealand and Australia. Good on ya’ Annie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ashley, our youngest, is a handful, but adds much joy to our lives. Having been just released from prison, Ashley is setting her sights high at keeping her life on track. She just got a job as a food preparer at McDonald’s and there is already talk of promoting her to cashier (keep your fingers crossed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ashley’s illustration work keeps her very busy. She’s already traveled to New York a couple of times promoting Shailie and also wishing that those cute little dress-up fashions would fit her too. Too bad you’re not shorter Ash. She’s also been using her talents in the religious side of things painting for a Book of Mormon Mania game and also Bible story illustrations for the Mennonites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are truly blessed to have each of you in our lives. You have touched our hearts this year and we’re grateful for your love and support. It has been our pleasure to know you or whatever. You and your kind hearts brighten our lives and enrich our souls. Merry Christmas everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad Joke Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talena, Annie, and Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/3530419437557891037-8824421257643443928?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/8824421257643443928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letter-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/8824421257643443928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/8824421257643443928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letter-2009.html' title='Christmas Letter 2009'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SyiKDqVK58I/AAAAAAAAASc/xTRkI74cxyo/s72-c/IMG_7285+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-1161843435678596098</id><published>2009-11-26T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:54:51.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiffy new job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/BlackDiamond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;I know, it’s been forever. Even when I already made a disclaimer that my blog posting would be nowhere near regular, I still feel bad. Sorry about that. To be honest, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really feel like posting when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have a job. People asked me all the time if I had a job and I hated reporting that I still did not. And then I decided that my next post would be when I finally got a job. So, I’ll bet you can tell by this posting that I have a job. Hooray for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now I will tell you a little bit about my job. I work for a company called Black Diamond. If you love the outdoors you will be jealous now. Yes, yes I have a job that inspires envy. And I don’t feel bad about it either. I went through 9 months (alright, only 6 of actual for real searching, but it’s still a large chunk of time) of much frustration and work (without getting paid) while I searched. And I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been really blessed. This job is so much fun. I am a technical writer in the Quality Assurance department. I write the documents that tell people how to inspect the product. Alright, now your jealousy is waning. But it’s okay, you don’t have to like it. I love it. I get to write and also play with lots and lots of outdoor products. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been at Black Diamond and making money again for a little over a month now, so even this post is delayed. (I have a feeling I’m going to be apologizing throughout this entire thing.) I will tell you of a few things of my experiences here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Compared to the other people who work here, my enthusiasm for the outdoors is like that of someone who never leaves the house for fear of getting dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Taco Thursday is eagerly anticipated every week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I finally found out where some bathrooms are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;People test out the equipment all the time. There has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bivvy&lt;/span&gt; sac set up in an area for a long time and I wonder if someone sleeps there every night to test its durability and comfort when camping indoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I’m still too afraid to wear jewelry to work—too dressy. If I have something to do after work and I want to look nice, I take a necklace or earrings with me in my bag and put them on in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I have never skied a black diamond route, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I was keeping a list of these things and now I can’t find it. This is all I can remember. So, if I find that list, maybe I’ll post more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alright, that’s it for now. More to come (maybe) later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Gosh, it's been so long I don't even remember what font and size I used before. If this is not consistent with the rest of the blog, whoops)&lt;/span&gt;&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/3530419437557891037-1161843435678596098?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/1161843435678596098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-its-been-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/1161843435678596098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/1161843435678596098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-its-been-forever.html' title='Spiffy new job'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-3142792696693324909</id><published>2009-03-30T14:30:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:50:52.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Capitol March 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On March 14 a bunch of us took a tour of the National Capitol. I mentioned it briefly before, but here is a little more information. Natalie works for Senator Bennett and is authorized to gives tours of the Capitol, isn't she just nice?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052446439371186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdESBLuw8bI/AAAAAAAAANM/UbsPwg4pNZY/s320/IMG_6945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the girls: Kendra, Rebecca, me, Natalie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319050142750231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdEP7F0eTaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WEwvZVjCmbc/s320/IMG_6925.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our tour guide tells us about the pictures on the ceiling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052669995952018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdESOMizp5I/AAAAAAAAANU/PtWZkKSMzww/s320/IMG_6954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the ceiling. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319052901598109714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdESbrVEIBI/AAAAAAAAANc/UGcD_Ntb50A/s320/IMG_6952.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Every state has two statues of famous people from their state in the capitol, you will see some of these.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157345463196978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdFxbHC-XTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QGqjGVfykSM/s320/IMG_6960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where's Ohio?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319062044861507090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdEav4o7phI/AAAAAAAAAN0/J6ECnMgmNmA/s320/IMG_6974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a bad picture. This is a group of us with Brigham Young, one of Utah's famous person statues. The person taking the picture cut off the top of Brigham Young's head, and also there is much red eye. The red eye doesn't come off with the simple red eye fixer and I didn't feel like fixing the all red eye by hand for a bad picture, but it's the only one with all of us in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319062344727977362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdEbBVuq3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/am0vfsfSbGA/s320/IMG_6982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is going to be my bathroom tile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdEa4bcZgOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8_WA9o-n-mc/s1600-h/IMG_6978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319062191643132130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdEa4bcZgOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8_WA9o-n-mc/s320/IMG_6978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My state of birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-3142792696693324909?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/3142792696693324909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-capital-march-14.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/3142792696693324909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/3142792696693324909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-capital-march-14.html' title='National Capitol March 14'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SdESBLuw8bI/AAAAAAAAANM/UbsPwg4pNZY/s72-c/IMG_6945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-6868553916500775385</id><published>2009-03-19T18:02:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:46:22.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Mom!</title><content type='html'>My mother was wondering if I have any friends because so far, my posts have been my solo trips or playing with Melina. Don't get me wrong, I love my solo trips and playing with Melina, but I also have other people that I hang out with. It's just a titch more awkward to make everyone you're with take pictures of everything you do, so there are fewer of those, but here are some. I've also been to barbecues (yes in March, it's been that warm) and I go to Institute (religion studies) and activities with other people in the area. It's been quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315025420037607058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLDdZWDTpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IaexR13UCXE/s320/IMG_6811.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is a Mardi Gras celebration. From left to right are me, Melina, lamppost, traffic light, Rebecca (my new English friend that I hang out with a lot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315032038377640050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLJeolR0HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/--fhibU3ysM/s320/IMG_6875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I like music and I like concerts (apparently more than I like my hearing, as many of you already know). This is a local Virginia artist named Justin Trawick and his band. Note the accordion, upright base, and saxophone as unusual instruments in a rock band, but he pulls it together really well. I'm a fan, a huge fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLEFE5Us9I/AAAAAAAAAME/jCTVVuWUtKE/s1600-h/IMG_6875.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315032152441913618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLJlRgUgRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lkDKr1qz4sI/s320/IMG_6878+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And when Rebecca and I got to meet Justin Trawick, we were a little star struck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315030955704354770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLIfnT2h9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/rXwIpMhLnJM/s320/IMG_6948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are a bunch of us about to take a tour of the National Capitol by a Senator Bennet (Utah)staffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I can make friends :) I'm not lame, well I suppose that's debatable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-6868553916500775385?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/6868553916500775385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-ones-for-you-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/6868553916500775385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/6868553916500775385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-ones-for-you-mom.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Mom!'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScLDdZWDTpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IaexR13UCXE/s72-c/IMG_6811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-5250378055572252979</id><published>2009-03-19T17:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:00:19.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dr. Suess! March 2</title><content type='html'>(Again, sorry for the lateness. Man I need to work on this.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScK7O1sx3II/AAAAAAAAALk/XYxHxBcG5zE/s1600-h/IMG_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016373858065538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScK7O1sx3II/AAAAAAAAALk/XYxHxBcG5zE/s320/IMG_6885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a celebrator of all holidays and with a fondness for Dr. Suess and his excellent works, Melina, Melina's sister Tiana, and I had a birthday party for Dr. Suess. We had green eggs and ham-burgers (Tiana's idea) with green stars on our bellies (Melina's idea). My contribution? a snow sculpture of pale green pants with nobody inside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315021259964591154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScK_rP3WrDI/AAAAAAAAALs/mprz3luvZ4M/s320/IMG_6881+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315021512945319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScK_5-SqPJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NGuYErrV7hs/s320/IMG_6892+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-5250378055572252979?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/5250378055572252979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dr-suess-mar-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5250378055572252979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5250378055572252979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dr-suess-mar-2.html' title='Happy Birthday Dr. Suess! March 2'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/ScK7O1sx3II/AAAAAAAAALk/XYxHxBcG5zE/s72-c/IMG_6885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-7737316188362099954</id><published>2009-02-20T17:32:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:13:16.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an unconventional Presidents' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ82k__BIII/AAAAAAAAAK4/a2AB4Xtrrrs/s1600-h/IMG_6804+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305018895344672898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ82k__BIII/AAAAAAAAAK4/a2AB4Xtrrrs/s320/IMG_6804+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ82sGzz3rI/AAAAAAAAALA/jcBCjFsxXpM/s1600-h/IMG_6803+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305019017435799218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ82sGzz3rI/AAAAAAAAALA/jcBCjFsxXpM/s320/IMG_6803+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;What's a conventional Presidents' Day? I don't know, but it sure isn't something I would do, most likely. Well, to celebrate Presidents' Day, we headed to the local Starbuck's and enjoyed milk steamers and biographies of United States presidents. I am reading David McCullough's &lt;em&gt;John Adams&lt;/em&gt; and Melina is burying herself in &lt;em&gt;His Excellency: George Washington&lt;/em&gt; by Joseph J. Ellis. Our presidential biography reading then turned to a scholarly discussion about presidents. Here are the results of our discussion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;President with the best hair: John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;President with the craziest hair: tie Andrew Jackson and Martin Van Buren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;President with the best mullet: James K. Polk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-7737316188362099954?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/7737316188362099954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/unconventional-presidents-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/7737316188362099954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/7737316188362099954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/unconventional-presidents-day.html' title='an unconventional Presidents&apos; Day'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ82k__BIII/AAAAAAAAAK4/a2AB4Xtrrrs/s72-c/IMG_6804+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-6735687610993250999</id><published>2009-02-20T17:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:20:34.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day really is one of my favorite holidays. I love the love and the pink and the hearts. In the morning, Melina and I donned our favorite pink ensembles (just call me bubble gum) and enjoyed pink pancakes. Later that evening we had a heart-shaped pizza (see below) and then made Valentine cupcakes (see below the picture below) and also Valentine cards for Melina's neighbors (see below below below). The cards had much glitter and pink and happiness. We surely spread the love around on Valentine's Day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305007548358096434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8sQhKmdjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CjvnJmM-OtY/s320/IMG_6791+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305007679753764162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8sYKpxPUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OCgpBtsZwjE/s320/IMG_6798+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305007784200609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8sePv1oKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9WIH9kbZujs/s320/IMG_6800+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-6735687610993250999?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/6735687610993250999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/6735687610993250999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/6735687610993250999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8sQhKmdjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CjvnJmM-OtY/s72-c/IMG_6791+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-1167125920284220773</id><published>2009-02-20T16:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:52:54.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday President Abraham Lincoln! Happy Birthday to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hTNuRRZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T933QIUfzhA/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995500050695570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hTNuRRZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T933QIUfzhA/s320/IMG_6773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8g7Q-V67I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qq6wECgJwNc/s1600-h/IMG_6772+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995088606555058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8g7Q-V67I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qq6wECgJwNc/s320/IMG_6772+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I paid my respects to President Lincoln on his 200th birthday, February 12th. What a neat guy. There were also many other people paying their respects (see the wreaths). Instead of a wreath, I sang the song "happy birthday" to him. For those of you asking yourselves right now, if I sang the "birthday medley" to him, I did not, for I was by myself and the "birthday medley" works much better with another person who also knows this version. And now, some of you are wondering what the "birthday medley" is. Call me on your birthday. I'll sing it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hgqng8NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2D6SM_4Bki0/s1600-h/IMG_6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995731145289938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hgqng8NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2D6SM_4Bki0/s320/IMG_6786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I headed over to the National Archives for a look-a-see at the Emancipation Proclamation. It was on loan to the National Archives for President Lincoln's birthday. I actually have no idea where the Emancipation Proclamation is on loan from, but this day I saw it and here is a picture of it. The handwriting is actually really big, that surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hwXHxG4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/bz2zDsZuDz4/s1600-h/IMG_6783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304996000789764994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hwXHxG4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/bz2zDsZuDz4/s320/IMG_6783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also of note, here is the building for the offices of the Internal Revenue Service. As I was walking around downtown DC, I passed this building and thought you would all like to see a snapshot of the place where people are feverishly working for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-1167125920284220773?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/1167125920284220773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-president-abraham.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/1167125920284220773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/1167125920284220773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-president-abraham.html' title='Happy Birthday President Abraham Lincoln! Happy Birthday to You!'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8hTNuRRZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T933QIUfzhA/s72-c/IMG_6773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-5532646074667228930</id><published>2009-02-20T15:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:24:22.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural History Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304979788637763554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8TAsJhd-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QypZR-yyMJg/s320/IMG_6764.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is a lovely life-sized elephant that you see when you first walk in the museum. I named him Lovely Elelphant. Sometimes when you go see museums, you see them with other people. I know, quite a shocker, isn't it? And sometimes those other people have children, and sometimes those children are not quite willing to cooperate. So, as we explored the Natural History Museum, we didn't see all of it but, I did take pictures of the finer things of nature's history. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ocean Hall. Pretty much everything in the Ocean Hall creeped me out or disgusted me, no pictures of the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Mammal Room. What makes a mammal a mammal? Luckily I have the answer for you. If you are not in, or teaching elementary school right now, you will remember that mammals produce milk and also have hair. This is what makes a mammal a mammal. However, they are now teaching the children that in order to be a mammal you must also have special ear bones. It gets more complicated all the time. Next they'll be teaching the children about diaphragms and jaw bones, what is the world coming to? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8YpdypgEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RxNLLxlUqvI/s1600-h/IMG_6761+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304985986716500034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8YpdypgEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RxNLLxlUqvI/s320/IMG_6761+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You would think that these pictures of the mammals would creep me out, as did many things in the ocean, but they did not, they fascinated me. I love the natural history we are teaching the children here. Sure, they had normal animals for the kids to enjoy, but we must also note the predators and victims of nature. "Look honey, high abover your head, there's a very satisfied looking leopard in a tree with it's dinner. Don't worry dear, the antelope had it coming to him and plus, the leopard has to eat, right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8TPr6y2kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/asaghklQSBA/s1600-h/IMG_6766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304980046274026050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8TPr6y2kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/asaghklQSBA/s320/IMG_6766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;On to the Dinosaur Room. I couldn't really get a good picture of this because of the many screaming tykes who wanted their picture with the dinosaur too. I just like to take this moment to thank my dentist for taking such good care of my teeth, otherwise they might be the same color as Rex's teeth. Rex's teeth look a lot sharper though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-5532646074667228930?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/5532646074667228930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/natural-history-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5532646074667228930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5532646074667228930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/natural-history-museum.html' title='Natural History Museum'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8TAsJhd-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QypZR-yyMJg/s72-c/IMG_6764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-4344079832847800648</id><published>2009-02-20T14:36:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:15:19.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“I cannot live without books.” Thomas Jefferson, June 10, 1815</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were right, you were all right. Right that you knew I wouldn't be able to keep this updated. I always have such good intentions and I think about updating it all the time. But you knew better, you knew I couldn't follow through. Enjoy this new post but old experience as a reward for your rightness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8HBbfDP_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MUjsUpRX7Qs/s1600-h/IMG_6735.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304966607204990962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8HBbfDP_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MUjsUpRX7Qs/s320/IMG_6735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the Library of Congress on February 6th. This may have been the tippy top of my list to make it here. It is the largest library in the world. Unfortunately, the more interesting parts of the library are unable to be photographed, which causes much sadness. Just so you know, my mouth was gaping open through almost the whole self-guided tour (don't bother with a docent tour, they are boring, don't talk loudly enough, and make unfunny docent jokes). The Gutenberg Bible is here and it is very pretty. Also, Thomas Jefferson's collection of over 6,000 books; he sold it to the Library of Congress to help get it started, wasn't that nice? And now they're all on display carefully behind glass, patroled by book guards and glaring signs that say "no photographs." At least I have a good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8JRLTXtII/AAAAAAAAAIY/il79qinPYgc/s1600-h/IMG_6752+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304969076762195074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8JRLTXtII/AAAAAAAAAIY/il79qinPYgc/s320/IMG_6752+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They do let you take pictures of the Entrance Hall. It is quite impressive, as you can see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8KCPccYUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6cb3j44Z9q8/s1600-h/IMG_6737+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8NjdqphvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oIb6mRyb7WU/s1600-h/IMG_6737+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8PD-ZamiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KZEa6MozUuE/s1600-h/IMG_6739+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304975447029357090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8PD-ZamiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KZEa6MozUuE/s320/IMG_6739+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is unrelated, but still in the Library of Congress, so I guess it's well, related. They also have other exhibits that don't have a lot to do with books, like the Bob Hope exhibit and also the Gershwin exhibit. This is George Gershwin's piano and me. I think I am long enough that I can reach over the glass and play it, don't you think? Oh yes, that's right, I abide by rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-4344079832847800648?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/4344079832847800648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cannot-live-without-books-thomas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/4344079832847800648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/4344079832847800648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cannot-live-without-books-thomas.html' title='“I cannot live without books.” Thomas Jefferson, June 10, 1815'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZ8HBbfDP_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MUjsUpRX7Qs/s72-c/IMG_6735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-987530691466010971</id><published>2009-02-09T14:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:35:27.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American History Museum</title><content type='html'>There are many Smithsonian Museums in Washington, DC (19 actually, now that I know that, I have just made it my goal to visit all 19 of them). They're all called things like the "National Museum of American History" and the "National Air and Space Museum" but since most things here are "national" all the locals just kind of leave the fanciness of the name out and call it simply the "Air and Space Museum," I promise, people know what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to fit in with the locals (I thought about saying "natives" but most people here are not native to here), the title of this one is American History Museum. Now you just must remember that since I am in DC, it is the "National Museum of American History." This was a very long explanation for a very simple subject, probably one that nobody cares about. Tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCAQoD3ATI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r41Qw7QrNCw/s1600-h/IMG_6731+(copy).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300877784534942002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCAQoD3ATI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r41Qw7QrNCw/s320/IMG_6731+(copy).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melina and I went to the American History Museum about a week ago (I know, I'm trying to keep up, but the laziness is still clinging to me). There we had to see the most important things such as the Ruby Slippers, which do not come in my size. They're like a size 5, Judy Garland had very small feet. They are so small that I can't even pretend to be Dorothy Gale and tap dance around an imaginary yellow brick road. Nevermind that they're behind glass and highly protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCGdzmO82I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EYnwx8WA-Sc/s1600-h/IMG_6732+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884608039973730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCGdzmO82I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EYnwx8WA-Sc/s320/IMG_6732+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Sesame Street? I do. Kermit the Frog was here too. We had a lovely discussion about rainbows and connections and the number 12. I chose to take the picture with the slightly less famous Oscar the Grouch because he is a little more my style. The fame hasn't quite gone to his head yet. In fact, he's a little bitter about it, and it made me grumpy just talking to him. Gosh, grouchy people are a drag. Scram!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have many other exhibits. Like the one for Abraham Lincoln (he turns 200 this year), and that stovepipe hat of his. On display is also &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Star-Spangled Banner. Not just an American flag, &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; American flag. It's a banner and it's spangled in stars, and thus the non-heroic, but very poetic Francis Scott Key found courage in seeing it flying high even though he was locked in the dungeon part of a boat just off shore. I'd have taken a picture, but it's very old and very delicate and they won't let you take pictures. And also, I always follow all rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCJ6Dc8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAII/ERx4Yv48afw/s1600-h/IMG_6733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300888391867197234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCJ6Dc8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAII/ERx4Yv48afw/s320/IMG_6733+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The American History Museum also has a lovely exhibit of all the presidents of the United States. It's very interesting. There is even a little note in the Abraham Lincoln part that says the stovepipe hat is currently on loan to another exhibit, and yes, it directs you across the hall to where the Abraham Lincoln exhibit is. But, the most exciting part about the President Exhibit is where you get to see what it's like to give an inauguration speech. This is me giving my speech. Perhaps I should have put more thought into my inauguration gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530419437557891037-987530691466010971?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/987530691466010971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-history-museum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/987530691466010971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/987530691466010971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-history-museum.html' title='American History Museum'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SZCAQoD3ATI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r41Qw7QrNCw/s72-c/IMG_6731+(copy).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530419437557891037.post-5535894360340716147</id><published>2009-02-06T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:27:40.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SYyq7jv_QwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vya8fOP2j-U/s1600-h/IMG_6730+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299798801693754114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SYyq7jv_QwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vya8fOP2j-U/s320/IMG_6730+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm sorry, I've been here for over a week and I haven't posted anything (until right now). Really, I'm just a little lazy. Days go by fast too. Excuses of course, but I will try to keep this thing updated. I know, all of you are rolling your eyes at me, because you know better and you're probably right. Perhaps I'll defy odds, perhaps not. Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Melina made me this cute little sign for when I arrived. It makes me feel very very welcome, I mean, three exclamation points, wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Running here is so fun. There are over 300 miles of off-road trails throughout the city. Another nice thing is that there are no hills that have intentions to kill you. There are small inclines every once in a while, but nothing like the Rockies. And since hills and I have never gotten along (except when going down), the trails here and I are great friends.&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/3530419437557891037-5535894360340716147?l=talenab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/feeds/5535894360340716147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-im-sorry-ive-been-here-for-over.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5535894360340716147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530419437557891037/posts/default/5535894360340716147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talenab.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-im-sorry-ive-been-here-for-over.html' title='I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Talena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10014061974578716446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WnPd-Lam1jk/SYyq7jv_QwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vya8fOP2j-U/s72-c/IMG_6730+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
