<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832</id><updated>2009-11-07T07:29:28.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truck You Say?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883834832614352146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-6797804797861164912</id><published>2009-10-28T15:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:22:39.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is worse - the illness or the cure?</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling that you get when your "non-drowsy" meds are actually quite drowsy?  It feels like instead of blood you have water and it's flowing down your veins at half speed - which is simultaneously faster than normal blood (since water is less viscous than blood) and slower, since it's actually moving slower, as previously mentioned.  Focusing is difficult.  The world passes by you, as if you were on a train or bus, looking out a slightly clouded window into a cold, cruel world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the blog post of that medication.  It apparently increases my metaphoric tendencies while at the same time decreasing my speed and accuracy of typing.  I wish not to be on these meds anymore.  I really wish not to be at work any more.  My nice, warm bed is where I would prefer to be located at this moment.  With a book on tape droning at me 'til I fall asleep.  That would be perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of that for me, though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall instead attempt to work - knowing that my attempts are probably going to be miserable failures or at least misguided and taking 2x as long as necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allergies are no fun.  Allergy meds are also no fun.  I don't know whether I am good to drive or will be when it is time to go home.  This is also not a good thing.  I wonder if there's a way to get Scott over here to drive me home.  Or to church.  Or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-6797804797861164912?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/6797804797861164912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=6797804797861164912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/6797804797861164912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/6797804797861164912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-is-worse-illness-or-cure.html' title='Which is worse - the illness or the cure?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-8935496928574937769</id><published>2009-10-27T18:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:17:45.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicorns are Extinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;If I were to ask you what you thought unicorns represent, what would you say?  My first response is purity.  Unicorns, like purity, are almost extinct.  Unicorns exist in our minds, in our imaginations, but not at all in the real, physical world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/82/DomenichinounicornPalFarnese.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 825px; height: 676px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Purity exists only in God. (James 1:17 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So, these two things cannot be seen, touched or interacted with in our physical world.  But they are things we strive for.  What human being does not crave purity?  What little girl does not want a unicorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I certainly wanted a unicorn when I was little.  Why I thought a horse with a sharp pointy thing on its head would be better than a regular horse, I don't know.  But the truth of the matter is, unicorns poop rainbows, have self-brushing hair and are always refreshingly fast, but never stubborn.  Nor do they require feeding, for they dine on sunshine.  As someone who regularly partakes of a diet of sunshine, I knew this was not only possible, but true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Even to this day, the concept of a unicorn appeals to me.  I imagine their hooves would jingle melodically, they would never require saddling and would always be very, very fast.  I would gladly commute via unicorn, because the unicorn would know the way to work and I could just sit and read whilst I rode.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;---This Unicorn Themed Post is brought to you by Hannah Sillily Asking Scott What She Should Blog About.  I promise to ask someone else next time I can't come up with something.----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I certainly want purity still.  This is why I clean, this is why I strive to be better, to do better, to live BETTER.  Because I know I am not pure, but I seek after it.  And when I can't find perfection - I settle for second best.  Luckily, eventually, I will get this perfection.  Someday God will take me and make me perfect.  But, even better - God loves me now.  And He, who is pure and perfect, does not need me to make myself perfect - but instead is completing this work in me, through His Son, even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-8935496928574937769?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/8935496928574937769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=8935496928574937769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/8935496928574937769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/8935496928574937769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/10/unicorns-are-extinct.html' title='Unicorns are Extinct'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-1690902974770657212</id><published>2009-10-26T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:24:20.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has consequences</title><content type='html'>"Live Life to the Fullest" is a saying that I usually whole-heartedly endorse.  But sometimes I realize that it needs a caveat, or at least, an addendum.  Because when you live life to the "fullest" you leave little room for rest, relaxation and adjustment.  You're always going full speed ahead and you can't ever stop.  This weekend was wonderful, amazing, enjoyable, and very, very full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I arrived home to a surprise delivery.  Our good friends in Abilene had sent us a gift - a game called Dominion that we had thoroughly enjoyed playing with them last weekend.  This gift, of course, had to be USED!  So I called our friend Craig, who is often up for some last-minute-fun, and invited him over for an impromptu game-time.  We picked up some tasty Bun from a local Vietnamese restaurant and proceeded to thoroughly enjoy ourselves.  Scott was glad for the break, I was glad for the fun times with friends - it was an excellent way to begin the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most Fridays, though, we didn't stay up too late - because we had to get up way too early for a Saturday to get Scott to his conference on time.  I then proceeded to search for about 30 minutes until I found the Habitat for Humanity ReStore (I forgot the exact location, and left my cell phone @ home).  Eventually finding the place (I now know where it is and shall not lose it again!), I proceeded to purchase a door, a faucet &amp;amp; some rope. Little did I know that each and every one of my purchases had a flaw!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going to stop for a moment here and highlight the phrase "Little did I know" - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because it's worth a second look.  It's one of those "indicators of doom" that you &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;instantly recognize.  Just sayin'.  DOOM!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;So, flaws:  The biggest &amp;amp; most obvious was that the door was not the right size.  The hinge holes were in the wrong place.  So I had to return the door, bringing along part of the old door to show where the hinges were supposed to be.  Then I looked at the faucet - the faucet was not the faucet that was pictured in the box.   Fortunately, I decided I liked this new faucet equally well to the one pictures and furthermore, was not picky.  The rope - well, I bought the rope to hold the door in the car.  Completely unnecessary.  So, the rope was not so much flawed as superfluous.  Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd door (having returned one door and come home with door with right hinges, then hung said door (not easy with only 1 person &amp;amp; very heavy door!), was too wide.  Furthermore, I knew that the narrower door would be too narrow!  So, I decided to narrow-fy the door and widen the door frame.  This required the purchasing of a plane, so I was off to Home Depot.  Needless to say, I opted for the $8 manual plane, rather than an electronic one that would not allow me the pleasure of working my butt off and really earning this closing door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and just FYI - I salvaged the old door handle off of the old (and literally fallen to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pieces, not to mention defaced) door.  It has a lock, which we will have to be careful &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not to engage, as we have no key.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, at about 4:30, I go pick up Scott and we head to a TEMA party (Texas E-something Medievalists Association) that is about 40 minutes southwest of Austin.  But the view of the sun setting was worth it - also the Indian food &amp;amp; the cheese &amp;amp; wine.  We were the youngest people there by at least 5 years.  But it was interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we get home at about 9:30ish, maybe a little later.  We are ready to decompress.  I am too tired to play our new board game (also fun for 2 people, major plus!), so we pull out the bed-couch and settle down for Stargate: Ark of Truth.  About 20 minutes into the movie, we hear a very emphatic knocking on our door, followed by...&lt;i&gt;Christmas carols?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Mom &amp;amp; Lynna!  Surprise visit!  Wow!  Talk about surprise!  We are, of course, absolutely delighted &amp;amp; flabbergasted to see them.  Scott gets very hyped up and cannot go to sleep.  I end up going to sleep at about half-past midnight.  I have no idea when he came to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late bedtime aside, my joy at having my Mom with me for the second weekend in a row means I cannot stay abed and I am up not much after 8AM.  's gonna be a loooong day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We clean the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We play board games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We purchase a salt grinder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We eat burritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very, very, very good.  I am happy, I am tired.  I am glad to see our small drop-in visitor kitten head off to her new home.  It is only 3pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play Portal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too tired to play Portal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too tired to stop playing Portal &amp;amp; do something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott grades papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We head to house church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after house church I am pretty much exhausted, both physically &amp;amp; emotionally.  But I am too awake to go to sleep.  So I don't get to bed until after midnight, and don't go to sleep 'til after 1AM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a very, very slow day.  I'm glad that there's nothing terribly intensive going on because I could not handle intense at this particular juncture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog post is more about me processing this weekend than informing others about it.  This coming week is very full - but I hopefully shall find the time to rest and breathe - because on Friday night, there is a party at our place and I really, truly want to have a most excellent time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've just gotta come up with a costume for said party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-1690902974770657212?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/1690902974770657212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=1690902974770657212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1690902974770657212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1690902974770657212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-has-consequences.html' title='Life has consequences'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-1777078841132440480</id><published>2009-10-22T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:59:22.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love - in 5 minutes or less</title><content type='html'>I'm about to head home for the day, so without further ado, here is a list of things that make me smile, giggle or otherwise brighten my day:&lt;br /&gt;-my husband&lt;br /&gt;-Trillian Astra's wikipedia links&lt;br /&gt;-cold, cold water&lt;br /&gt;-the good feeling you get when you exercise at lunch instead of spending money on a soda&lt;br /&gt;-nonetheless, the aforementioned ice-cold soda&lt;br /&gt;-This American Life&lt;br /&gt;-cleverly avoiding listening to the public radio station's week-long plea for money by listening to NPR podcasts on my USB stick&lt;br /&gt;-planning to give money to the public radio station anyways&lt;br /&gt;-hammocks&lt;br /&gt;-hammocks + books&lt;br /&gt;-hammocks + books + lemonade&lt;br /&gt;-hammocks + books + Raspberry lemonade + nearby ocean or lake for ambient noise&lt;br /&gt;-Portal&lt;br /&gt;-the Portal song&lt;br /&gt;-the fact that we have an emulation of the Portal computer giving us directions&lt;br /&gt;-my family&lt;br /&gt;-my family&lt;br /&gt;-my family&lt;br /&gt;-my awesome friends&lt;br /&gt;-kittehs&lt;br /&gt;-MY kittehs&lt;br /&gt;-Squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;-saying "It's funny because the squirrel gets dead" &lt;br /&gt;-decorating my house&lt;br /&gt;-my HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many, many more things.  For these and much more I am thankful.  Thanks God!  You're awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-1777078841132440480?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/1777078841132440480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=1777078841132440480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1777078841132440480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1777078841132440480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-love-in-5-minutes-or-less.html' title='Things I Love - in 5 minutes or less'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-1715775142683716587</id><published>2009-10-21T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:54:16.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up...</title><content type='html'>So, when you start off on a bicycle, you hopefully start where the ground is flat.  Then, after a little while, perhaps you go up a hill.  If you're a normal person (i.e. not my brother whose bicycles are interesting &amp; odd... love you bro!) you have gears to help you transition smoothly from the flat ground to the uphill climb.  The reward for all of this is the thrilling sensation of flying DOWN the hill...well, unless you live in certain parts of Austin, where in order to get that, you really need to just turn around - because when you reach the top of one hill, lo and behold, there is another hill.  Not saying this from personal experience mind you - my bike has not yet left the back porch (for shame!), but having driven in these areas, I can imagine biking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say - November is coming.  And with November is NaNoWriMo (that's National Novel Writing Month for those of you who don't know).  And so, in preparation for my uphill attempt towards 50,000 words &amp; a completed story, I'm going to endeavor to post in my blog much more often.  Perhaps not every day, but my goal shall remain 7 posts a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, explaining what I'm up to, is not even the "flat land" right now I'm standing by the bike, contemplating my tires, checking the gears, etc.  It's been a looong time since I was last on this particular machine and I want to make sure all is in running order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-1715775142683716587?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/1715775142683716587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=1715775142683716587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1715775142683716587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1715775142683716587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/10/gearing-up.html' title='Gearing up...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-5175854986129008359</id><published>2009-08-21T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:50:40.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is not a "real" blog post.  But if I made lots of posts like this, then it might be, no?   This is merely a very cool idea that I wanted to pass on.  This is why you go to college.  And, apparently, Africa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="400" height="264" &gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="webhost=fora.tv&amp;clipid=9855&amp;cliptype=highlight" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"  /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://fora.tv/embedded_player" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="webhost=fora.tv&amp;clipid=9855&amp;cliptype=highlight" src="http://fora.tv/embedded_player" width="400" height="264" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-5175854986129008359?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/5175854986129008359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=5175854986129008359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5175854986129008359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5175854986129008359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-not.html' title='Fear Not!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-5541479374752349523</id><published>2009-06-18T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:43:20.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This world is not my home, so while I'm passing through...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Myself, my husband and a few of our associates are pondering a trip down to Cape Canaveral this November to watch a shuttle launch.  Details are still pending - but if it works out, it'll be one of those memories we keep for our grandchildren. As I was telling a friend about this, she asked me if seeing a shuttle launch was on my "bucket list."  Now, not having made a "bucket list," I'm thinking that's impossible - but not for long!  People's goals change, what I value will change - so I thought it might be a good idea to make a list of "Things to do while I'm passing through" - even if I don't ever accomplish them all, it'll be interesting to see how, in 1, 5 or 10 years, this list has changed: what items have been crossed out, what has been added, and what, if anything, has become less important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) Explore Europe as Husband &amp;amp; Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scott and I had a lot of fun in Oxford, but it was the "getting to know you in a new context" kind of fun.  Perhaps my best memory with my Mom (so far!) is when we spent a week travelling around Europe, exploring new cultures and learning about each other.  I really want that kind of an experience with Scott - preferably without kids (so either in the next few years or with a really awesome baby-sitter/ grandma!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Live in a foreign land I want to put down at least semi-roots somewhere that is not in America.  Toronto might count for Scott, as he had the stability of the university, but not for me - as I never really had the necessary "tethers" to make our life in Canada stable for me.  I want a steady income, scheduled life, health plan, bank, neighbors, the whole nine yards.  Ideally, English would not be the native tongue and we would stay for more than a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3)  Have kids Okay, this might seem to be a "given" - but I know there'll come a time some day mid-way through this whole "have kids" process when I'm wondering why in the world I ever stopped taking birth control.  This item is on the list to remind me that I want to have that moment, move past it and appreciate all the wonderful moments that come before, during and after.  Scott, my love, I can't wait to see you as a dad and I can't wait to be a mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Relax at a spa This is on the list because if it wasn't, it would never happen as it is too much money for one day's worth of pleasure.  But I really want to do the whole "spa treatment" thing - preferably as part of #1 or #2, as then I'd have a chance of experiencing a traditional spa day, whether it be Japanese baths, Roman baths or Russian travelling spas, I'm up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) Go PAST my limits I'm not sure what activity this will end up being - but I'm confident its out there.  Whether sky diving or climbing a really big mountain or performing on stage in front of a large audience, I want to find my comfort zone and step out of it in a major and memorable way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) Publish Something I have too many stories inside of me to not complete and submit something for publishing at least once every year or so.  With enough persistence, maybe one of my stories or books would get published.  Even if that doesn't happen, though, I want to go through the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) Attend Burning Man Fire, lots of fire and things ON fire and music and, oh, the moment I heard about this festival I knew it was for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) Sleep in the Redwoods I've been there once, now I want to go camping!  I only have vague memories of these giant trees, so I want to make firm ones and have the whole experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) Take a road trip With a group of solid friends.  At the end, we'll all either love each other or hate each other.  I want this experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may notice that seeing a shuttle launch is not on this list.  Well, I think Scott ought to have SOME things that are on his list and not mine, right?  And, although I am as psyched as it is possible to be about something that is at the "still figuring out if its possible" stage of planning, seeing a shuttle launch has never been something I've always said "I want to DO THAT!" about - so it doesn't go on the list...yet.  If I am denied this opportunity, it may make its way onto the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-5541479374752349523?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/5541479374752349523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=5541479374752349523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5541479374752349523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5541479374752349523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-world-is-not-my-home-so-while-im.html' title='This world is not my home, so while I&apos;m passing through...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-2055112482921488925</id><published>2009-06-09T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:53:41.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merrie Monthe of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(169, 169, 169); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Okay, I started to write a post about what's been happening in the last month (MONTH!) - but there's a few things still going on.  Enough that I'm seriously still too overwhelmed to write about it in detail.  Suffice it to say that:&lt;br /&gt;May 1st (Friday) - purchased house&lt;br /&gt;May 2nd (Saturday) - moved into house&lt;br /&gt;May 6th (Wednesday) - house got carpet&lt;br /&gt;May 8th (Friday) - in Dallas to see new Star Trek movie with Trekkie friends (AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;May 9th (Saturday) - sewed Tina's ren faire costume all day&lt;br /&gt;May 13th (Wednesday) - new water heater in house&lt;br /&gt;May 15th (Friday) - in College Station for Matt's graduation&lt;br /&gt;May 23rd (Saturday) - My BIRTHDAY - spent at Ren Faire, also, mery got engaged&lt;br /&gt;May 25th (Monday) - Memorial day party with friends!&lt;br /&gt;May 28th (Thursday) thru May 31st (Sunday) - in Dallas for A-Kon&lt;br /&gt;June 1st (Monday) - Mom &amp;amp; Lynna come to visit &amp;amp; help with house - guest room &amp;amp; study are now painted&lt;br /&gt;June 5th (Friday) - not going out of town, so we have a game night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, looking back at that, no WONDER we're exhausted.  Happy, but drop dead tired!  And in 2 days, I shall add June 11 (Thursday) - Welcomed 2 Bengal kitties into our new home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-2055112482921488925?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/2055112482921488925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=2055112482921488925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2055112482921488925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2055112482921488925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/06/merrie-monthe-of-may.html' title='The Merrie Monthe of May'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-4337413896632001660</id><published>2009-04-27T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:23:21.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Hedgehog (an actual, unedited IM conversation between myself and my sister)</title><content type='html'>MaryLynn: Hedgehog. Yeah, you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: no. &lt;br /&gt;GASP &lt;br /&gt;you can't mean &lt;br /&gt;HEDGEHOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: yes, I'm afraid it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: wow&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;I always knew &lt;br /&gt;but I never expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: You know what this means, right? We will have to... take steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: what will you do now? &lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;steps must be taken &lt;br /&gt;certain...drastic measures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: Can you make the preperations for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: I'm afraid not &lt;br /&gt;this is something you must do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: I'm just... not sure if I can... It's just too much for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: Help me, Hanni, you are my only hope!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, honestly... the prophecies have foretold... and now, hedgehog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: deep down inside, though, you know this something you must do&lt;br /&gt;and I know you have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: Alright. Can you bring me... THE CHEESE BALL OF DOOM please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: are...are you sure you're prepared?&lt;br /&gt;do you need a little time to think about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;I mean, you have options, surely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: do you think maybe THE CHEESE BALL OF DOOM is overkill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: it might indeed, be overkill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;perhaps merely the &lt;strong&gt;crackers of imminent peril&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: perchance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only in conjunction with the /wine of complaining/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: here, I bring them to you on a platinum plated silver platter cast in the shape of a steep hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: No!&lt;br /&gt;you must not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: oh my! you are right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: yay verily, the imminent peril is overly enhanced by the platinum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: perhaps the gold &amp;amp; emerald encrusted basket with lavender ribbons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: nay, the lavender ribbons simply will not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: but the lavender ribbons add a softening touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;and they go so nicely with your robe of cerimoniousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: aaah, true, true.&lt;br /&gt;'tis important to match the robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: perhaps the risk of the lavender ribbons would be lessened if I tucked a watermelon flavored gummi bear in the bow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: hmmm, that might do. Only so long as the bow is tied in a sailors knot, and you hold your breath while tying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: that I can do&lt;br /&gt;that, but no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: or else who knows what might happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: for, as I said, you must face this task on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: ah yes. with no assistance at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: *sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: no matter how convincingly the Scottish sheep argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: ack, they are mighty persuasive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: beware their fiendish baahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: and bleats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: and remember.&lt;br /&gt;Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: *shudder *&lt;br /&gt;I shall be strong, my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;I shall endure.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I must be off, for this cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;The basket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: here it is, I hand it to you with my left hand turned sideways&lt;br /&gt;in the Persian manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: standing on your left foot alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: my left foot and my left foot only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: ah, good.&lt;br /&gt;I accept the basket with my eyebrows raised and my nose crinkled, holding it precisely betwixt the second and fifth fingers of the right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: as is only proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: and now repeat the ceremonial words after me "Yon is the day of the hedgehog, beware all ye eaters of crackers, for your time cometh. The day is near and the gummi bear is at the door. Prepare yourselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: "Yon is the day of the hedgehog, beware all ye eaters of crackers, for your time cometh. The day is near and the gummi bear is at the door. Prepare yourselves!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaryLynn: And so it is, and so it shall be. Farewell, dear sister! Until I return, victoriously or in a small box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;me: a tear slides down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I wipe it off, with my paisley kerchif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0); "&gt;Farewell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-4337413896632001660?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/4337413896632001660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=4337413896632001660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4337413896632001660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4337413896632001660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hedgehog-actual-unedited-im.html' title='Hedgehog (an actual, unedited IM conversation between myself and my sister)'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-2245341722688793729</id><published>2009-01-12T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:41:31.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>It's cold outside. Which has nothing and everything to do with my day. I got dropped off at work today, because Scott needed the car to run errands. Hopefully he'll come home with a bag full o' goodies from a very specific sale we've been haunting. Not necessarily things for us (okay, a FEW things for us) but lots of goodies! Good ones! Despite the deadline being three days away, I'm still trying to figure out my Statement of Purpose for the MSIS degree at UT. Prayers and good thoughts appreciated, for sure. But, the theme of my week, and really, of my month, is going to be the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come." Proverbs 31:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to make a practice of reading the Proverbs 31 woman verses once a month. This month, this verse in particular seems to be especially pertinent.  As Scott and I have been deciding what our plans will be for the future as regards housing, I realized just how important it is to be able to "laugh at the days to come."  Not just for spiritual or practical reasons - although those are many - but for my own happiness.  If I can look at the future with joy instead of fear, then my days are full of hope, not drudgery.  In fact, if I look at those days which I've been most depressed, I think most of them can be seen to stem almost directly from a lack of certainty in my future.  So, as we're going forward, I'm making this a priority - no matter what we do, I want to be able to laugh at the days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-2245341722688793729?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/2245341722688793729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=2245341722688793729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2245341722688793729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2245341722688793729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-7340539408561479666</id><published>2008-12-23T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:56:18.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise that eventually I'll stop posting links and start writing posts again.  Really</title><content type='html'>"Many individual do not realize the benefits of playing board games especially in relation to health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it!  I knew it!  Now go, check out the full article!&lt;br /&gt;http://playingboardgames.com/playing-board-games-helps-prevent-degenerative-diseases/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-7340539408561479666?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/7340539408561479666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=7340539408561479666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7340539408561479666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7340539408561479666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-promise-that-eventually-ill-stop.html' title='I promise that eventually I&apos;ll stop posting links and start writing posts again.  Really'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-5850285244319639901</id><published>2008-12-12T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:56:45.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is incredibly hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIFNEddeZI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIFNEddeZI4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-5850285244319639901?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/5850285244319639901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=5850285244319639901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5850285244319639901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5850285244319639901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-incredibly-hilarious.html' title='This is incredibly hilarious'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-5407445924365360757</id><published>2008-12-03T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:38:11.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XKCD is occasionally all too true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/alternate_currency.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 333px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/alternate_currency.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This gives a whole new meaning to the LOLCat CD I made when my hard drive got too full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-5407445924365360757?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/5407445924365360757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=5407445924365360757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5407445924365360757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/5407445924365360757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/12/xkcd-is-occasionally-all-too-true.html' title='XKCD is occasionally all too true'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-7872530167409541056</id><published>2008-11-14T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:23:02.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music Through the Years</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes songs come back to you, songs you haven't listened to in 10 years or more, songs you don't even like any more?!  That's what happened to me today.  I have "Every Heartbeat" by Amy Grant stuck in my head.   So, in 5 year increments, can you find a song, artist &amp; genre that was significant to your life?  Here's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 5&lt;br /&gt;Song: The Wheels on the Bus&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Raffi&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Anything with repeatable lyrics, Hymns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 10&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Every Heartbeat" - Amy Grant&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Twila Paris&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Christian Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 15&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Socially Acceptable" - DC Talk&lt;br /&gt;Artist: MercyMe&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Christian Rock &amp; Praise Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 20&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Ballad of San Francisco" - Caedmon's Call&lt;br /&gt;Artist: SuperChic[k]&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Folk, Christian Punk, Broadway Musicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age 25&lt;br /&gt;Song: "The Call" - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Killdares&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Punk Ska, Broadway Musicals, Celtic Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - right now?  I'm listening to "Stand in the Rain" by SuperChic[k]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-7872530167409541056?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/7872530167409541056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=7872530167409541056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7872530167409541056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7872530167409541056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-through-years.html' title='Music Through the Years'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-2407527427249118490</id><published>2008-11-12T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:14:46.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom-di-yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwhZk4gkaV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwhZk4gkaV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this by clicking around on Trick's vid:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is also awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I love Egyptian kings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-2407527427249118490?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/2407527427249118490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=2407527427249118490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2407527427249118490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2407527427249118490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/11/boom-di-yada.html' title='Boom-di-yada'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-4853214674430267623</id><published>2008-11-05T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:34:04.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Okay, today is November 5th. I am officially behind in my writing. I didn't write yesterday. Not because I was engrossed with watching a US map being slowly colored in by the votes of the populace, but because I couldn't stand the idea of sitting in front of a computer screen. Honestly, I barely got with the sitting. Mostly I slouched (something you cannot do in an office chair &amp;amp; office clothes). Mostly I played Final Fantasy X. Mostly I did. not. write. Grrrr. But it's okay. Because ya'll are gonna bug me if I don't write for at least an hour tonight, right? RIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I did occasionally switch from channel 3 awesomeness to Any Other Channel (except the CW) and check on the election. Yes, they apparently decided that this historic election was more important than the adventures of Ziva, Tony, Abby, Ducky, Tim &amp;amp; Gibbs. This, of course, disrupted my Tuesday enormously. I get my warm fuzzies from watching slaps up the back of the head and a happy goth forensic scientist with a caffeine addiction. And yes, the lack of NCIS did indeed mess up my night. I am a creature of habit. Fortunately, despite frustrating programming decisions on the part of CBS, I managed to get to sleep relatively quickly and slept fairly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the big news of the day is that we have a new President-elect, right? And, living in a liberal city in a conservative state, I feel like the only reason this hasn't been the only thing on people's tongues is that I'm at work. And you're not supposed to talk about politics at work. Right? Despite that, I could tell you without hesitancy the political leanings of everyone in the office. Although they probably couldn't tell you mine. Because mine, like me, are not simple. But my feelings right now, about the results of the last TWO YEARS of campaigning, are pretty easy to put forth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God's servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: small; "&gt;I find that the theme of my time in Austin so far has been one of reminding myself that God is in control.  God did not sit up in heaven, watching the polls come in going "I wonder who they will pick!  Oh, what will I do?"  God has this planned out.  From beginning to the end.  Alpha, Omega.  God plans for big things like nations and little things like me getting a job or taking the GRE.  God is in control.&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/580334005375217832-4853214674430267623?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/4853214674430267623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=4853214674430267623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4853214674430267623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4853214674430267623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/11/searching-for-inspiration.html' title='Searching for Inspiration'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-8402270870706155654</id><published>2008-11-04T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:17:53.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A living poet that I actually relate to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Eavan Boland is an Irish poet that Scott is reading for one of his classes. I Googled her today because I was curious about what he was reading. What I found was a modern poet whose train of thought I can really follow. Her construction is beautiful and gives me hope that, one day, I can express with words the thoughts that at the moment I can only describe as images...images I don't have the skill to paint or draw and only ever so often can I find a way to create them. So, today I give you this poem, one of the seven or so I found read-able online. I hope it makes you think, I hope it makes you remember, I hope it makes you look for beauty in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What Language Did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was the same as any other.&lt;br /&gt;I came out and stood on the step.&lt;br /&gt;The suburb was closed in the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of an early spring and the shallow tips&lt;br /&gt;of washed-out yellows of narcissi&lt;br /&gt;resisted dusk. And crocuses and snowdrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and felt the melancholy&lt;br /&gt;of growing older in such a season,&lt;br /&gt;when all I could be certain of was simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this time of fragrance and refrain,&lt;br /&gt;whatever else might flower before the fruit,&lt;br /&gt;and be renewed, I would not. Not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car splashed by in the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Peat smoke stayed in the windless&lt;br /&gt;air overhead and I might have missed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a presence. Suddenly. In the very place&lt;br /&gt;where I would stand in other dusks, and look&lt;br /&gt;to pick out my child from the distance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a shepherdess, her smile cracked,&lt;br /&gt;her arm injured from the mantelpieces&lt;br /&gt;and pastorals where she posed with her crook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned and saw in the spaces&lt;br /&gt;of the night sky constellations appear,&lt;br /&gt;one by one, over roof-tops and houses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Cassiopeia trapped: stabbed where&lt;br /&gt;her thigh met her groin and her hand&lt;br /&gt;her glittering wrist, with the pin-point of a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the road where rain made standing&lt;br /&gt;pools of water underneath cherry trees,&lt;br /&gt;and blossoms swam on their images,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a mermaid with invented tresses,&lt;br /&gt;her breasts printed with the salt of it and all&lt;br /&gt;the desolation of the North Sea in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went nearer. They were disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;Dusk had turned to night but in the air -&lt;br /&gt;did I imagine it? - a voice was saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what language did to us. Here&lt;br /&gt;is the wound, the silence, the wretchedness&lt;br /&gt;of tides and hillsides and stars where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we languish in a grammar of sighs,&lt;br /&gt;in the high-minded search for euphony,&lt;br /&gt;in the midnight rhetoric of poesie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot sweat here. Our skin is icy.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot breed here. Our wombs are empty.&lt;br /&gt;Help us to escape youth and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write us out of the poem. Make us human&lt;br /&gt;in cadences of change and mortal pain&lt;br /&gt;and words we can grow old and die in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eavan Bolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-8402270870706155654?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/8402270870706155654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=8402270870706155654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/8402270870706155654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/8402270870706155654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/11/eavan-boland-modern-poet.html' title='A living poet that I actually relate to'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-929096618978412013</id><published>2008-10-30T00:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:46:27.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case some of ya'll were still wondering...</title><content type='html'>Despite any rumors to the contrary, I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAnfG3KfPB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAnfG3KfPB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-929096618978412013?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/929096618978412013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=929096618978412013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/929096618978412013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/929096618978412013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-in-case-some-of-yall-were-still.html' title='Just in case some of ya&apos;ll were still wondering...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-1155334948052147144</id><published>2008-10-29T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:50:15.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new discovery</title><content type='html'>Well, I've recently been further exploring the world of online Manga.  http://www.genkigirl.com/comics.html is one I just found today.  It's really sweet, well told story, interesting characters - but what really gets me is the art.  I've been reading Manga in print for a while - and webcomics for even longer - and this is the first one I've read where the art itself is inspiring.  And just when NaNoWriMo is about to get started, too!  How lucky am I?!  Pretty lucky!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Expect a post about NaNoWriMo soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-1155334948052147144?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.genkigirl.com/comics.html' title='A new discovery'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/1155334948052147144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=1155334948052147144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1155334948052147144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/1155334948052147144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-discovery.html' title='A new discovery'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-586536538531392395</id><published>2008-10-22T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:57:54.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English Major Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in·or·di·nate&lt;/span&gt; [in-awr-dn-it] –adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. not within proper or reasonable limits; immoderate; excessive: He drank an inordinate amount of wine.&lt;br /&gt;2. unrestrained in conduct, feelings, etc.: an inordinate admirer of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;3. disorderly; uncontrolled.&lt;br /&gt;4. not regulated; irregular: inordinate hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I pushing this rather fun word?  Because I used "inordinately" in normal conversation and thought to myself..."I know I'm using this word correctly, but it's just because I've read it so many times.  I wonder what it ACTUALLY means."  And therefore, here are the results of my wonderings. And it's all thanks to the marvels of the interwebs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-586536538531392395?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/586536538531392395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=586536538531392395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/586536538531392395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/586536538531392395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-major-alert.html' title='English Major Alert!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-4357636791154315496</id><published>2008-10-03T10:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:38:37.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Incognito</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I decided to check out the Incognito function of Google chrome - pretty cool if I want to buy Scott a birthday present or whatever, right?  I open a new Incognito window and I get the following message, proving once again that this is a piece of Google software:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gone incognito. Pages you view in this window won't appear in your browser history or search history, and they won't leave other traces, like cookies, on your computer after you close the incognito window. Any files you download or bookmarks you create will be preserved, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going incognito doesn't affect the behavior of other people, servers, or software. Be wary of:&lt;br /&gt;Websites that collect or share information about you&lt;br /&gt;Internet service providers or employers that track the pages you visit&lt;br /&gt;Malicious software that tracks your keystrokes in exchange for free smileys&lt;br /&gt;Surveillance by secret agents&lt;br /&gt;People standing behind you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am soooo amused by the things to be wary of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-4357636791154315496?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/4357636791154315496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=4357636791154315496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4357636791154315496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/4357636791154315496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone-incognito.html' title='Gone Incognito'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15883834832614352146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12399253144714998459'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-2623041490809969523</id><published>2008-10-01T12:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:53:18.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned Book Week</title><content type='html'>This week (Sept 27-Oct 4) is Banned Books Week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, on my way to work, I heard a NPR story about some scientists who are attempting to change the Texas curriculum so that teachers are not allowed to teach the strengths and weaknesses of the theory of evolution.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of the two present an interesting juxtaposition and, like flint and iron, spark up the bit of me that really wishes I WAS a High School Teacher.  (Yes, that bit is also insane.  But, hey, MOST of me is insane.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it all comes down to Critical Thinking.  I firmly believe that each individual has the right to make up their own mind.  Now, of course, please do not think me the idiot who would have our children fend for themselves with things like stranger danger, hot stoves, or even marijuana.  But, if it enters the realm of thought, then I believe that the best approach is to encourage each individual to engage with the beliefs of others.  When an authority, like a school or library, decides to arbitrarily ban things like books or concepts, I get more than a little upset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are sheep.  Hey, I admit it - I'm a sheep.  I consume with the very best of consumers and only occasionally do I take the time to stop and inspect the contents of what I'm gulping down.  What values do my favorite TV shows espouse?  When was the last time I read a non-genre fiction book?  I miss FNW soooo much when I think about that - because ya'll would encourage my critical thinking brain to wake up and smell the bacon &amp; eggs. (mmm, Bacon!  Now, tell me, oh "I'm Not A Consumer" - what commercial did you just think of?  Do you even own a dog?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, there is a part of me that wants to dash to the public schools and work my butt off encouraging free speech, critical thinking and a lack of apathy.  But the rest of me just wants to go home and watch Criminal Minds.  Guess which half will win?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-2623041490809969523?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ala.org/ala/aboutala/offices/oif/bannedbooksweek/backgroundb/background.cfm' title='Banned Book Week'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/2623041490809969523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=2623041490809969523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2623041490809969523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2623041490809969523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/10/banned-book-week.html' title='Banned Book Week'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-2200190678449189819</id><published>2008-09-29T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:35:52.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stratfor.com</title><content type='html'>Some friends of ours tuned us in to Stratfor.com - a political analysis website that attempts to offer a fair, well-thought-out, unbiased look at US government and politics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stratfor.com/analysis/20080922_new_president_and_global_landscape"&gt;This link: http://www.stratfor.com/analysis/20080922_new_president_and_global_landscape&lt;/a&gt; is an example of what they do - it is a look at foreign policy (what the presidential debate was supposed to be on last Friday) and what issues the next US president needs to address.  I found this informative and very read-able and I encourage you to give it a read, even if you're not of voting age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-2200190678449189819?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stratfor.com/analysis/20080922_new_president_and_global_landscape' title='Stratfor.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/2200190678449189819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=2200190678449189819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2200190678449189819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/2200190678449189819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/09/stratforcom.html' title='Stratfor.com'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-7753183797517979312</id><published>2008-09-27T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:07:51.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Killdares make me smile</title><content type='html'>My fave song, so far, is September.  Or, maybe Gone West...but then, Farewell to Decorum is also good, and you've gotta give Dichotomy some props.  Yep - I love the Killdares.  And they're playing at the State Fair this year.  So I'll get to see them live in concert yet again - and also pick up their new CD.  I'm not sure about where they're going with this new sound...but I'll ride it for now - we shall see, Tim Smith, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://killdares.com/site/wp-content/gallery/corpus-christi/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://killdares.com/site/wp-content/gallery/corpus-christi/08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-7753183797517979312?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/killdares' title='The Killdares make me smile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/7753183797517979312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=7753183797517979312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7753183797517979312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7753183797517979312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/09/killdares-make-me-smile.html' title='The Killdares make me smile'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580334005375217832.post-7811163907376104507</id><published>2008-09-27T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:45:52.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so - in order to be able to tell the full story in all it's glory, and to avoid repeating myself, I will here-in tell about my new job.  This is the job that God gave me, just like that, over there, is the house that Jack built.  Its just the facts - God gave me this job, and I'll tell you how I know this, thanks to the magic of e-mail time-stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1:30pm on Thursday, September 25th, I had a terrific conversation with my mother-in-law, Ginger.  We talked about how I was going about job seeking, she gave suggestions and encouragement and it was very good.  After getting off the phone with her, I decided that I should really apply for a few jobs today.  So, to "warm up" as you will, I went on Craigslist and looked through the day's listings.  So, I whipped out an e-mail, attached my resume &amp; references and went merrily along my way.  I did not (as has been the case for some applications) spend very long writing the cover letter - this was just a "warm-up" job application, because everybody knows that you don't get jobs off of Craigslist, because the people don't know you and in this competitive market, the people need to know you to give you a job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sent said e-mail at 2:31pm.  At 2:34pm, I received a reply from Amy at EuroSoft, asking me to call her.  So, of course, I called her right away.  We talked on the phone for about 30 minutes, basically a phone interview.  It ended with her sending me 3 tests - a typing, a word &amp; an excel.   These I took on our computer and finished at about 3:50pm or so.  I did rather well on these tests - scoring a personal best on the typing test (71wpm!) and getting close to perfect on the word &amp; excel.  So, needless to say, Amy was impressed.  She told me she would send my resume &amp; test scores to their COO and hopefully he would want to interview me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I excitedly called my prayer warriors (Mom &amp; Ginger) and told them the news.  Much excitement was had by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:42pm - I get a call from Amy.  The COO really likes my resume - he loves my test scores.  Can. I. Start. TOMORROW?!!!  Amy has never had this happen before - he wants to hire me without ever meeting me face to face, without even talking to me personally!  I hesitate, because of the newness of it all, but say yes - better to give a good first impression before they change their minds!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in about 2 hours....I go from the edging into the pits of jobless despair to doing the "I have a job!" dance!  You can see how God is amazing, right?  How He made this happen, as I'd been praying and PRAYING for Him to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the people I have been telling this story to, at this point, say "That's awesome!  But, WHAT IS YOUR JOB?!"  Seeing as that is the actual question they have asked, I can understand.  But, really, this story is too cool NOT to tell!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is my job?  I am the Corporate Receptionist/Front Desk Associate for a software &amp; staffing company (Yes, I am, after all my temp work, working for a staffing company.  I don't think this is a mere coincidence.)  I work with the office manager, but get assignments from the COO &amp; CIO (i.e., they are my technical bosses).  I earn less than amazing, but way better than peanuts - and about what I had thought was going to be my starting salary here in Austin - $11.50 an hour, with a re-assess in 60 days and a promise of moving up to $12 at that time.   I answer phones &amp; receive guests, I input resumes and get the mail - I make sure that Wolf (the CIO) has coffee every 2 hours.  I water 3 plants every other day.  This job is enough to keep me busy, I assure you.  And, did I mention it's a JOB?!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are also intriguing futures in this job.  At the end of yesterday, I was told that they want to make me the "office expert" on Word, Excel &amp; Vista (good thing I ended up with a Vista computer!).  So, I will be taking training programs for this software to fill in any gaps in my knowledge.  This, to me, says they are making me an indispensable part of their office.  The COO has also told me that there are several things on my resume that make him confident that I can move forward in this company.  They use this position as an entry to their company, so I can see how this would be a good thing.  Because of this, I already know a place I can contribute to the company.  There are 3 people who had this job before me and are now doing other things in this office, and yet nobody knows the fullness of this job.  So, one thing I know I'm going to do is make a Corporate Receptionist handbook, so that the next person to be in my position has a little more to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my job - Corporate Receptionist for a staffing company that specializes in technical jobs.  There's another office that is EuroStaff &amp; specializes in office personnel (that's where Amy who interviewed me works) - but here they have a ship's bell that gets rung - once when a recruiter gets an interview, and a whole lot when a recruiter gets a placement.  Everyone is super friendly and the atmosphere is definitely casual.  (I think the unofficial uniform of the software guys is Hawaiian shirts.)  So, a good thing all around.  The only downside is that there's no bus anywhere nearby - so we are (unfortunately) dependent on our car.  This is not so great - but, hey - I now feel really good about all the time I spent practicing driving it!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, we went out and bought Baileys and ice cream Thursday night.  But I was in bed before midnight - because I had to get up early...for my JOB!!!  (Another perk, Friday was an exception, but my typical hours are 8:30am to 5:30pm.  Not EXACTLY Toronto hours, but about as close as you can get in the USA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580334005375217832-7811163907376104507?l=atruckyousay.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/feeds/7811163907376104507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580334005375217832&amp;postID=7811163907376104507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7811163907376104507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580334005375217832/posts/default/7811163907376104507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckyousay.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-job.html' title='New Job!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438373530107891437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01301007312970973385'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>