<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448</id><updated>2011-12-01T15:53:11.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My inane ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Just thoughts &amp; ideas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-113573138469488204</id><published>2005-12-27T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:56:24.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Television</title><content type='html'>So I have off this week!  How cool is that?  I have a bunch of stuff I want to read and overall I just mainly want to chill.  I've been pusing it so hard earlier this semester, so I really want to just mellow.  I gotta say, I'm not looking forward to the second semester.  That's when the caca really hits the fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my chilling state, I realize I have acheived (sp?) complete couch potatodom.  I have watch approximately 8 hours of television.  My back and butt really hurt from yesterday.  I stacked a cord of wood with my husband.  I used muscles I didn't realize were there.  Okay,  off to watching more crap tv.  I won't be able to do it in the spring, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-113573138469488204?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/113573138469488204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=113573138469488204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113573138469488204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113573138469488204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/12/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-113488104476529219</id><published>2005-12-17T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:44:04.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  I really like to clean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/1886101019.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C32%2C-59_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/1886101019.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C32%2C-59_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I posted before, I've been doing a lot of reading on environmentalism and stuff. I have come across this really cool book called Clean &amp; Green by Annie Berthold-Bond. I've used some of the recipes in there... the one for furniture polish, cleaning the shower curtains, the laundry detergent  and an all purpose disenfectant. There's a really awesome feeling of accomplishment I feel after mixing these recipes, using them, and having success.  I recommend this book.  It's pretty awesome.  I can't believe I actually like to clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-113488104476529219?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/113488104476529219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=113488104476529219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113488104476529219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113488104476529219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-i-really-like-to-clean.html' title='Wow!  I really like to clean!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-113364989602165380</id><published>2005-12-03T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:44:56.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never tell...</title><content type='html'>So, I've been doing a lot of reading lately on consumerism and how detremental it can actually be, see www.adbusters.org.  I've also been doing a lot of reading on the enviroment, see www.oilposter.org.  And finally, I'm always doing reading on cycling-not as a sport mind you, but as a vehicle for transportation.  I find it's a damn shame that more people in the US don't cycle for transportation, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;    I've finally decided that my frugal assed husband has been right all along!  How frugal is my man, well let me tell you... Instead of diamonds, I get cubic zirconias.  His philosophy, jewelry depriciates so why spend so much on it.  Instead of fancy underwear, I get Hanes Her Way.  Instead of going out to dinner, we cook at home.  Instead of heating our home with electric, we use a wood stove with an Ecofan on top (we will be planting Black Locusts in the spring to try and replace the ones we've used).&lt;br /&gt;    Whenever I read articles on consuption, the environment and transportation, I realize hey, my husband does that.  If anything it's pretty humbling to me that my husband is right.  Because before doing any of my reading, I've always tried to buck him (except for the jewelry part, hey it's jewelry, I'm a woman and I can't say no). &lt;br /&gt;    So how has all of this impacted me?  Well for starters (and I apologize to any men reading this) I don't use maxi pads or tampons anymore.  I gave them up and I don't think I'll be going back.  Instead I use cloth pads (I love them!) from Lunapads.  I don't think I'll ever be going back to Always.  Instead of tampons, I use a Diva Cup.  Can I tell you how nice it is not to have to worry about TSS?  I have made sure to recycle more.  I generally tend to have more recycling than I do garbage.  I have used my bike for commuting more often.  I love riding my bike.  Finally, instead of shopping at clothing stores, I went to Goodwill instead.  Dude!  You can get so many clothes for decent prices, plus I got an awesome rocker!  I've put on weight since these research classes so I needed more clothes.  Hopefully I will be able to take that off when I graduate or finish or whatever the hell you call it.&lt;br /&gt;    So will I ever tell my husband he's right?  HELL NO!! I don't want to get kicked out of the wives' club.  But will I follow his advice on stuff, you betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-113364989602165380?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/113364989602165380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=113364989602165380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113364989602165380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113364989602165380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-never-tell.html' title='I&apos;ll never tell...'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-113294449619875652</id><published>2005-11-25T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:48:16.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in the saddle again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I did it. I biked in 35 F degree weather today. Too too cool. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't really speedy, I did breathe heavy, but I still did it. I rode up hills! There were some hills where I had to prepare myself but my butt made it up the hill. I'm really proud of myself. I'm ready to go again for longer tomorrow.  My steed is not the fastest, my steed sure as hell is not the coolest, by no stretch of the imagination!  But she gets me to where I need to go!  Thanks K for motivating me with our cycling conversation last night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-113294449619875652?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/113294449619875652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=113294449619875652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113294449619875652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113294449619875652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-back-in-saddle-again.html' title='I&apos;m back in the saddle again'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-113188625158069618</id><published>2005-11-13T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T07:50:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's research, it's research fun for a girl and a boy!!  It's research, it's research....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/geekgirlsrawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/geekgirlsrawk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finished writing my second research exploration paper. This paper focuses on quantitative as opposed to qualitative. My qualitative paper didn't do so well. But at least I can resubmit. It's funny as I'm writing my quantitative paper, I feel more comfortable with my ideas. I always thought of myself as a qualitative person. Now all I'm going to do is going over it with a fine tooth comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually started compiling my "stress curriculum". All those research articles are going to serve as a basis for what will be in it. Now it's just a matter of putting it all together. I'm really nervous about next semester. I think I'm going to be as stressed out as my participant. The good news is that I know what signs I need to look out for and the steps I need to take to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for a ride. Dang it was nice, but dang I'm out of shape. By the time I got my big ole butt up the hill, I was wheezing and panting. It was a sad sight. Oh, and my chest was burning too. My hubby tells me that it's because of the cold air. I was coughing and hacking all night. Took some Nyquil and some Emer-gen-C and I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a group ride scheduled for today, but I think I'm going to bail. I need to get accostumed to riding by myself. I think that's one of the reasons I stopped. I would be driving by myself and no one would be there telling me, "Car back!!" I need to get used to feel the cars next to me as I ride. Plus I need to get used to my clipless pedals. Oh the joys of falling to the side because you didn't unclip your feet quick enough. I used to be afraid of falling but the only thing I'm afraid of is falling off in traffic. There's a hill during my commute in which I'm afraid of falling. Well, it's just a matter of practicing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-113188625158069618?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/113188625158069618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=113188625158069618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113188625158069618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/113188625158069618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-research-its-research-fun-for-girl.html' title='It&apos;s research, it&apos;s research fun for a girl and a boy!!  It&apos;s research, it&apos;s research....'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112847475225463169</id><published>2005-10-04T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:12:32.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in a slump!</title><content type='html'>This really sucks.  I think I've grown so used to biking with others that I've gotten yellow about biking by myself.  It's bad, when I get up in the morning and it's dark, I just have difficulty wanting to get out on the road.  And you know, it's not so much the morning, it's more of the afternoon that I don't relish.  I hate having to deal with the teenagers on the road.  I'm hoping that I can get out of this soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112847475225463169?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112847475225463169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112847475225463169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112847475225463169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112847475225463169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/10/still-in-slump.html' title='Still in a slump!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112795648306908908</id><published>2005-09-28T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:14:43.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Cycling Slump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/42DD642A0009953700000E172205886014C7CFCD050C07080C0A079F9F0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/42DD642A0009953700000E172205886014C7CFCD050C07080C0A079F9F0708.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a huge dork, that's obviously nothing new, hence my name. I haven't commuted at all this week on Gertrude, my bike. I had my research class this Tues. and as much as I enjoy discussing research, it just really wears me out and then some. I've scoped out some hills in my neighborhood that I want to check out this weekend and maybe crash on. I've fallen twice so far. It's the bizarrest thing. When I fall, my first thought isn't am I okay? My first thought is who saw me? Then I just laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings are getting colder and I think I may have to break down and get arm warmers as well as leg warmers. I just cringe at the idea of leg warmers. I can't help but think of the movie Flash Dance, except I don't look like that hot chick. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue to a 50 year old beat my ass on a hill: I found out that the guy was actually 64. I am in awe!! I want to do that when I'm 64. I mean,  really,  how cool is that!! To be 64 and kicking some thirty year old's butt on a hill. That is frekkin' sweet! Dude!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112795648306908908?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112795648306908908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112795648306908908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112795648306908908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112795648306908908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-cycling-slump.html' title='In a Cycling Slump'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112707700696939976</id><published>2005-09-18T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:56:46.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!! A 50 something year old can beat my ass on hills!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I've been commuting to my job on a regular basis with my bike.  Don't get me wrong there have been times when I've only biked to work maybe once during the week, but I really do try.  On the weekends I have a group of people which I like to ride with.  Hey, I'm new at this stuff and I need all the help I can get.  Well last week, I kind of stuck my foot in my mouth with our instructor.  He was trying to prepare us for this "hill".  We get on the "hill" and I want to laugh.  What he was calling a "hill" I was calling a mere bump in the road.  So he showed me a hill today.  Damn!  Can I just tell you this hill nearly kicked my ass and then some?  I was frekkin' weazing on this hill!  I couldn't even effectively yell, "Car back!".  I felt like Fat Albert on the bike going up this hill.  There were times in which I was pondering whether I should just stop and walk ole Gerdie up the hill, but then when some SUVs came kinda close, I decided to scrap that idea.  Needless to say I was in my lowest granny gear.  It was really really sad.  Not only that, but my ride instructor for today is about 20 years older than me- easily.  And to make myself feel even better about this whole situation, he wasn't even in his lowest granny gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note however, I didn't quite.  I kept going.  Even though I really really wanted to stop, I kept going.  Needless to say, I talked my instructor into having another ride next weekend.  I daresay, he may pick some more rides with hills.  If anything, it will motivate me to bike more to work this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112707700696939976?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112707700696939976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112707700696939976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112707700696939976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112707700696939976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg-50-something-year-old-can-beat-my.html' title='OMG!! A 50 something year old can beat my ass on hills!!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112424059193710345</id><published>2005-08-16T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:22:28.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addiction-Gertrude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set103_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set103_05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set103_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set103_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set103_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set103_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set103_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set103_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set103_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set103_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I've looked back on my posts about biking. I can say, it's almost been a month in which I have been biking or thinking about biking. I have read a lot over the summer and I have also practiced quite a bit on my bike. Today was the first time I've ridden to work. I actually used my pannier to carry stuff. On the way home, I got caught in a rain shower. Gertrude, my bike, got me home. I was able to use my strob, reflective light on the back and I used my headlight. I think I want to get a larger headlight for my bike. When I start getting a regular paycheck, I will start adding new accesories to my bike. People at my job were surprised that I biked in. It's sad to see our soceity is such that bikes are seen as recreation or a kid's toy and not a form of transportation. As me and Gertie were riding home, I wondered what my state would be like if half of it would ride their bikes to work instead of their gas guzzling SUVs for a day. It was actually cool to be out in the elements and to hear the rain falling. I think the last time I used my car was last Friday- I wonder if it's jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112424059193710345?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112424059193710345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112424059193710345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112424059193710345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112424059193710345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-new-addiction-gertrude.html' title='My New Addiction-Gertrude'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112406515895066474</id><published>2005-08-14T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:19:18.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Reading!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/0762727837.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/0762727837.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/1579548830.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C45%2C-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/1579548830.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C45%2C-64_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/0865714088.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C32%2C-59_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/0865714088.01._BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIlitb-dp-500-arrow%2CTopRight%2C32%2C-59_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have actually been using my bike to get me to places that I've never thought of before. After reading this book which is currently displayed on the side, I really started thinking about the use of my car. Most of the time, I use my car for only 5 minute rides. Which using your car for only 5 minute rides, not really a good idea because of the whole thing contributing to pollution. Also the short trips are just bad for the car because it doesn't have enough time to heat up before you have to turn it off again. If your car is running cold, then it puts off more pollution. My husband who has like an hour commute obviously can't get ride of his car. But this book has really made me rethink the use of my car and the use of my bike. I get really cranking when I can't use my bike. Like this whole weekend because of the heat advisory, my hubby didn't want me to ride my bike. So tomorrow, I'm really looking to ride. I'm learning many different things about my bike which I didn't know before. For example, I learned how to clean my chain and my front and rear derailleur as well as the cassette on the back wheel. I'm also in the process of learning how to true tires.  I've been referring to the Bike Repair book by Todd Downs.  I'm not used to reading mechanical books, so I really need help.   My husband who used to ride a lot and who is just mechanically inclined, has helped me to apply what I've read to action. My hands have gotten really greasy over the summer and I love it!!! I've also looked into some bicycle clubs in my area. Plus I've read another great book this summer...the Art of Urban Cycling!  What an awesome awesome book and very comprehensive.  I still keep it close so I can refer to the various tips in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112406515895066474?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112406515895066474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112406515895066474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112406515895066474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112406515895066474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-summer-reading.html' title='My Summer Reading!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112259835172541626</id><published>2005-07-28T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:52:31.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  I'm out of shape!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/my%20helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/my%20helmet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/I%20want%20this%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/I%20want%20this%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I have had some success with all the bike riding I've been doing. I've actually been able to ride longer distances for longer periods of time without dying!! Hey that's a big one for me. I was able to visit my Dad today in my travels and go to the bike shop to pick up some cleaner. Once again, I didn't die from exhaustion! I have a rather rotund ass! It's big. It takes a lot for me to get my ass up some hills. But I keep thinking "Baby steps, baby steps, I'm not in a race... I just want to get up this damned hill....Baby steps, God, I need to call Jenny Craig!" Usually I'm in the lowesest gear known to mankind and I'm generally wheezing too. It's really quite a sight to see. But you know, I can actually tell that I've gotten better here and there. But I'm still new to all of this cycling stuff. I even purchased a helmet with the Virgen de Guadelupe on it. I figure I can use all the help I can get. Especially when I'm climbing those large hills!  I actually say a prayer before I leave my house asking God to keep me safe.  I've even become intrigued with the mechanics of the bike.  Tonight for example, I cleaned the cogs, the front and rear derailleur, and the chain.  I'm rattling this off like I know what I'm doing.  Ha!  I've had my nose stuck in a bicyling mechanics book this whole week, highlighting information that I deemed was important.  I was cussing a storm today getting my rear wheel back on.  Plus there was a point in time when I thought I really botched things up.  I thought I messed up the shifters on my bike.  I think everything was okay.  I mean I went for a test ride after I worked on my bike checking everything out and it seemed like it was working okay.  I'm still going to take it to the shop and have it looked over.  And I'm really thinking of attending a bicycle mechanics course- if I stay with commuting via bike to work and all.  The only problem is the course is in Oregon.  That's a bit of a commute for me.  Plus I'm not sure if I would have to box up my bike and take it with me.  Ugh!  Well I'm going to sign off tonight.&lt;br /&gt;~D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112259835172541626?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112259835172541626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112259835172541626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112259835172541626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112259835172541626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-im-out-of-shape.html' title='Wow!  I&apos;m out of shape!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112204813175786932</id><published>2005-07-22T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:02:11.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to PBJ!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/pbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/pbj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;www.infopackets.com/ gazette/20030211.htm- This is where I got this graphic from! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;While going to school this summer, I constantly had to pack my lunch everyday.  Sometimes, I was in a hurry, while other times I was on time.  But whether I was running late or on time, I was always able to pack the best lunch of all!  Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwhich!  Yum Yum Yum!  I gotta be honest, I had a lot of pbj sandwiches while growing up ; and then sometime in high school, pbj became out of style.  Sacrelige I know, but true!!  And then I went to college, and I always bought my lunch.  And then I got a real job and my lunch was transformed into a box that you threw in the microwave.  5 minutes, voila! you have a high sodium packed lunch worth 4 pts., 5 pts, 6 pts, 7 pts, etc.  Obviously, I got tired of all the points so this summer I returned to my childhood lunch pbj.  I have forgotten how delightful and easy it is to prepare!  Slap some peanut butter on a piece of bread, slap a bunch of jelly on another piece of bread, and you got yourself a sandwich.  You don't have to refridgerate it.  You can just throw it in a lunch bag or in one of those reusable plastic container thingys.  God really knew what He was doing when He created the Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich.  Thank God for pbj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112204813175786932?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112204813175786932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112204813175786932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112204813175786932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112204813175786932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/ode-to-pbj.html' title='Ode to PBJ!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112187375058093137</id><published>2005-07-20T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:35:50.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/lg_45.10.S5_GLB_DELUXE7_WHTGRN_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/lg_45.10.S5_GLB_DELUXE7_WHTGRN_M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have this crazy ass dream.  I want to be able to bike to work.  My work is maybe ten minutes away by car and I generally take back roads.  With soaring gas prices, a general concern for the environment, and well, an overall wellbeing for my fat ass, I think biking to work is well, a good idea.  There's a couple of problems: 1) I am soooooo out of shape and 2) I live on wanna be rural roads and I just have this thing about dying... I'm not ready to go yet and I don't feel like being hit by a car and 3) I'm not all that experienced with riding a bike- shifting gears and all that stuff.  Some of the things I do have going for me... 1) I have a pretty decent bike, it's a Schwinn, but it doesn't look like this picture, I just thought it was a cool pic., 2) I have a helmet, I will not go riding without out it, again, that whole death thing, scary, and 3) I'm stubborn as a jackass.  So needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;    This morning, I went out for my first ride.  Ugh!  This dorquita is sooooo out of shape!  I went on roads which were really hilly because I needed practice with switching gears.  I only went out for maybe 30 min.  That's about all my butt could take.  I'm hoping over time, I will build up more of an endurance for when I'm biking.  I really would like to get one of those orange triangles for my butt.  I know, I know, they are for slow moving vehicles.  Well, when I'm going up hill, I'm about as slow as you can get.  Lol!  I really would like to get one of those orange triangles though.  I make sure my reflectors are good and in place.  So time will only tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112187375058093137?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112187375058093137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112187375058093137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112187375058093137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112187375058093137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/biking.html' title='Biking'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112182200400626813</id><published>2005-07-19T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:13:24.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toad licking pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;After I just finished writing my whole blog about my dogs getting high, I need to let you know my dog just vomited all over my financial statements.  Guess what I get to clean up now- at least it wasn't chunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112182200400626813?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112182200400626813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112182200400626813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112182200400626813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112182200400626813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/toad-licking-pt-2.html' title='Toad licking pt. 2'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112182177938015052</id><published>2005-07-19T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:09:39.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toad licking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/bfowlelg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/bfowlelg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have catnip.  What do dogs have?  After pondering this for a bit, I realize dogs have toad licking.  Yes folks, that's what I said, toad licking.  Being in the country we have a lot of toads around here.  At first, they really really scared me.  I'd never really been around toads before, so this is all new.  Well my dogs seemed to think toads were kinda new as well.  I mean hey! they hop around and do not look like a dog.   Well one of the way dogs explore things is through their mouths.  Apparently, my dogs, especially my chihuahua has come to appreciate the taste of toads.  In fact after licking a toad, Tony seems to stare into space and shake his head a lot.  And yet in the middle of toad licking, Tony will not come to me.  Even if I begin to speak to him in Spanish, he still ignores me and continues to lick the toad.  He's shaking his head a lot and staring into space.  I daresay my chihuahua is high.  My other dogs seem to also have acquired a taste for toadlicking but they are just mellowed out.  Dude!  Maybe I should try toad licking.  Naw!  I don't think so.  I can barely pick one of those things up let alone lick it.    Gosh I hope when my Papi comes over on Sat with his dog, I hope she doesn't lick any toads.  Gosh, 4 high dogs would really suck.&lt;br /&gt;~D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112182177938015052?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112182177938015052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112182177938015052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112182177938015052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112182177938015052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/toad-licking_19.html' title='Toad licking'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112146984705991883</id><published>2005-07-15T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:24:07.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Sucks for the Remaining Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bulldogbreeds.com/breeders/pics/thebulldogexchange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bulldogbreeds.com/breeders/pics/thebulldogexchange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bummed. I just found out one of my friends died. She was a really really cool person to talk to. Her name was Beth and she was my chiropractor's wife. I would always look forward to going to his office on Saturday because the dogs were there and Beth always made sure that I got to see the dogs. She died of Cistic Fibrosis. We all knew it was coming, but still nothing really prepares you when you get the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I really loved about Beth was that she was so personable. You could just sit and talk to her about anything. If you wanted to complain about your husband, you could do it and she would completely understand. I'm a huge dog lover and so was Beth, so I always talked about my dogs with her. She was just a really really good person. I mean towards the end, I really didn't see much of her, because she was ill. But I knew that she was a fighter. She fought CF like no one I'd ever seen. She always had such high spirits about it. It wasn't uncommon to her with a special pack on or something. But she never really brought attention to it. And even though I was one of the Doc's patients, she made me feel like a friend. For example, there was a time when I was on this machine for my back, she would come in to make sure I was comfortable and then she would sit and chat with me for a while. Beth would just want to know how school was going or what my students were like or how my dogs were. She made me feel comfortable and accepted. All I can say was that she was a really cool person and I'm sad to see her go. I will definitely miss her.  I know she's in a better place.  I know that she can rest now and she doesn't have to fight anymore, but it's still hard knowing she's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112146984705991883?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112146984705991883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112146984705991883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112146984705991883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112146984705991883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/death-sucks-for-remaining-ones.html' title='Death Sucks for the Remaining Ones'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112146898437661116</id><published>2005-07-15T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:30:10.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Is the Best!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a373/Dorquita/hippiechick1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a373/Dorquita/hippiechick1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start out with this blog, I want to give props to the website which helped me design it:  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.violablu.net/"&gt;www.violablu.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.violablu.com/"&gt;net&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It's so funny, the older I get, the more music I like. Like for example, today I was driving home from my meeting with my prof with Kid Rock.  Just a day or so I go, I was chillin to Debussy.  Yesterday when driving to school, I was jammin to Papa Roach.  I love all types of music.  Music is a huge huge part of my life.  I could literally discuss for hours all the genres I love.  For example, I love Genitallica which is like a Mexican Good Charlotte, but in my opinion much much better.  I absolutely adore Control Machete.  But then I can listen to the Marshall Tucker Band, Foghat, Black Sabbath, Skynard,  Bad Company, Johnny Cash, Rick Trevino, Keith Urban, the Beatles, and many many more.  Now my diverse taste in music comes from my Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, my Mom is the best!  When I was growing up, I wasn't one of those teenagers who thought their Mom was uncool.  I always thought my Mom was the coolest!  Although while reading this, she may disagree and remember some days when I didn't think she was too cool.  I can remember when Mom would drive me to school in the morning.  One thing Mom always told me was, "Dorquita, my pride and joy!!  (Okay so she never said pride and joy!) Don't limit yourself to just one thing.  Too many kids your age do that!  Don't be like them."  Not only did Mom wax words of wisdom, but she lead by example.  In those mornings, there would be much conversation, but there was music too.  Some mornings, we jammed out to Jimi Hendrix.  While other mornings, we'd listen to the complexities of Mozart.  And then on some mornings, Mom would jam to Linda Ronstadt.  And when my Mom was really feeling rebellious she would jam out to Janis Joplin.  Mom encouraged anything I listened to and even when growing up she at times censored stuff I listened to as well.  The cool thing about my Mom was that she was down with the times.  She knew the 411.  She was fully aware that Madonna was not a virgin and sure as hell didn't act like one on stage.  Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Thank you Mom for all the lessons you taught me in life!  A kid couldn't ask for a better Mom.  I know there were times it was tough (i.e. dealing with my OCD) but thanks for sticking with me through it.  Thanks to all those mornings in high school.  I think those stand out the most in my brain.  Mom you totally rock and I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112146898437661116?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112146898437661116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112146898437661116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112146898437661116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112146898437661116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mom-is-best.html' title='My Mom Is the Best!!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112138705223852918</id><published>2005-07-14T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T20:24:12.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's best friend???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/Set100_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/Set100_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big fat dog named Simba.  Simba loves to eat as you can tell by the size of his gut.  I have a special way I feed the Simba.  I make him wait until I have finished putting the kibble in front of him.  When I was training him, instead of holding onto his collar, I would attach a lead to him and hold him that way.  I have been bitten before when I've grabbed a dog's collar.  So I know now never to grab a dog by the collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my husband on the other hand, doesn't share this same viewpoint.  When feeding Simba, he tried telling the dog to wait and when Simba wouldn't wait, hubby immediately grabbed Simba's collar.  You see where this story is going... Simba turned around on hubby, took hubby's hand in his mouth, and hubby was pissed.  Why is it that whenever you tell a man what he did wrong, he doesn't want to hear it?  I was there, I was watching, I knew what my man did wrong.  I've done it myself in the past.  There are some dogs that don't like it when you grab their collars.  So instead of listening to my sage advice, he told me that I would be the only person to feed Simba.  That doesn't solve anything.  Yes, Simba is very very attached to me, but at the same time, I can't be the only one to take of Sim.  So I think Simba and I are going to work on basic training skills with focusing on food.  I mean hey, I am the primary caregiver when it comes to my dogs, but hey hubby shares the house with me and the dogs are his too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally when my classes are done and when my paper is turned in, I know I will be working on training with Simba.  I've had a personal dog trainer before, so I know what to do.  The only thing is I wonder if my husband will take part in equally.  Who knows... time will only tell.  By the way... isn't a dog supposed to be man's best friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112138705223852918?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112138705223852918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112138705223852918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112138705223852918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112138705223852918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s best friend???'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112135569461011588</id><published>2005-07-14T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:41:34.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another hollar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/petrescue09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/petrescue09.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just express how much I really don't want to go to class this afternoon?  In my old age, I have become soooooooooooo lazy.  In fact I remember a time when I would tell my abuela that she needed to get up and do something.  She always tells me how happy she is just to stay at home.  I never understood that philosophy until this summer.  My lazy ass doesn't want to do a damn thing.  In fact to get myself motivated to write a paper, I spend money.  How tragic is that?  I'll write my assignment for like an hour and then I'll shop.  Sometimes if I'm really avoiding writing a paper, I'll clean.  You know, my house.  Woah!  I hate cleaning.  I used to like it before I was put on anti-depressants and before I started taking classes.  Now, I'm just like it gets done when it gets done.  It's not like I have time to entertain people.  Damn! I'm out of coffee!  Man I hate when that happens!  But I have to limit myself to 8 cups.   If I don't, I'll be swinging from the rafters and having a good ole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin' of having a good ole time, people ask me why I don't drink.  I don't need to, I tell them, I can make just as much of an ass of myself when I'm sober.  It's sad really.  I love to live out loud.  In fact one of the reasons that I hate this class so much is because I don't feel like I can be myself.  I feel like I have to sit there and just be reserved!  Ugh!  That really kills me.  I'm not a reserved person at all.  I love to laugh and make smartass remarks.  In fact I have been told on a couple of occaisions that I have an infectious laugh.  When I laugh, everyone laughs.  And I don't have a machine gun laugh, or one of those snorting laughs either.  I just have a loud, love to live life laugh.  Do what I do... next time when you laugh, don't just tee hee tee hee, reach down inside and just let in come out.  You may need to use other parts of your body like your diaphram (sp?  Spanish is easier to spell in).   I think once you start, you won't be able to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112135569461011588?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112135569461011588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112135569461011588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112135569461011588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112135569461011588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-day-another-hollar.html' title='Another day, another hollar!!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112125404096761259</id><published>2005-07-13T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T07:27:20.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, waking up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/coffee%20mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/coffee%20mug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing like being able to wake up gently with a fresh cup of caffeine in your hands!  Damn, I love coffee!  I could drink coffee at every meal if needed to.  I think some would think I drink way too much coffee, I mean hey, I make 8 cps. in the morning and down it.  I just think coffee is like mana from heaven!  If my doctor would ever tell me I would have to stop my caffeine consumption or limit it, I think I would cry for a very very long time.  Seriously, I think I'm probably addicted to coffee the way some people are addicted to cigarrettes.  For example, most teachers who are smokers, go out for a smoke break.  Oh no, not me, I go out for a starbucks break!  And sometimes with a double shot of espresso I might add. Well someday I'll cut back on my coffee consumption, like maybe when I'm dead.  Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112125404096761259?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112125404096761259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112125404096761259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112125404096761259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112125404096761259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/ah-waking-up.html' title='Ah, waking up!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112120630066717030</id><published>2005-07-12T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:11:40.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/paradise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/paradise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Is it possible to over analyze a paper? I feel like I have read over my paper about 5 times and it still isn't good enough. I even emailed my prof. about my paper and all I got was a vague answer. I need more feedback than just vague answers. I'm so frustrated right now. My brain really hurts and I just don't feel like writing anymore papers. Crazy. I'm so ready for school to be over. I swear I think I must be a glutton for punishment. I should take Journey's advice when they sing..."Be good to yourself when nobody else will."  I'm going to mellow out now and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be good to myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112120630066717030?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112120630066717030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112120630066717030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112120630066717030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112120630066717030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-it-possible-to-over-analyze-paper-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112119382603538373</id><published>2005-07-12T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:43:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains Brains Brains!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/boo056.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/boo056.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to the last stoooopid lunch forum and discussed all the highly intriguingly exciting crap that we learned!  So what did I choose?  Brain research.  The MRI one of my group members gave me, showed what male brains vs. female brains look like when they are reading.  Is it my fault that female brains have more activity than male brains?  No.  So I pointed this fact out to my fellow colleagues, a couple of them were males.  I know some of the guys may say, well the reason there is so much activity in a female brain is because females need to keep up to males when they read.  I disagree, I believe males just don't have a lot going on upstairs at times( husband and some classmates, excluded).  If anything, I think the female brain is way more active than a man's brain.  C'mon, who usually asks, "Honey what are you thinking about?"  And who usually answers, "Uhhhhhhh.  Nothin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112119382603538373?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112119382603538373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112119382603538373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112119382603538373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112119382603538373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/brains-brains-brains.html' title='Brains Brains Brains!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112118115582587711</id><published>2005-07-12T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:51:22.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of the Stupid Lunch Forum!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/foxhound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/foxhound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/petrescue07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/petrescue07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/mcdwelcomebars002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/mcdwelcomebars002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so happy that my tech class is over. I'm a bit sad that it's over because I really enjoyed it and got a lot from it! The only thing I hated was the damned lunch forums! They were really hellacious! I think I would have enjoyed getting a crown put on my tooth than sit through them. They were so horrible listening to guest speakers drone on about what concepts they thought were important. Ug! So today is the last day of the forum. Thank God it's going to be the last day today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also found out I get to go up to the country this weekend to hang out with Joe, Gill, Lucinda, and Dameon. I don't know Dameon, but I'm sure he's pretty cool if Joe and Gill want to hang out with him, then he must be cool. I also get to see the hounds!!!! Hounds! I love to see them. Foxhounds, Coonhounds, BlueTick hounds, you can't beat it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112118115582587711?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112118115582587711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112118115582587711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112118115582587711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112118115582587711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-day-of-stupid-lunch-forum.html' title='Last Day of the Stupid Lunch Forum!!!'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14405448.post-112113109560929200</id><published>2005-07-11T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:51:36.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it almost over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/geekgirlsrawk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/geekgirlsrawk.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/1600/mcdwelcomebars008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4747/1302/320/mcdwelcomebars008.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the hell was I thinking when I signed up for 3 grad classes?! I have to write a paper on instructional design? I also have to use various educational theories- behaviorism, cognitivism, and constructivism. How much longer? Oh, I so want to just be able to chill and relax. Right now I'm watching Office Space, an awesome movie. I would love to be able to do what they did to the printer with a Mac 5500. Until recently, my schools had and used Macs that old!!  Time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;~D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14405448-112113109560929200?l=dorquita209.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/feeds/112113109560929200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14405448&amp;postID=112113109560929200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112113109560929200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14405448/posts/default/112113109560929200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorquita209.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-it-almost-over.html' title='Is it almost over?'/><author><name>Dorquita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18020683537866035889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://tiger.towson.edu/~agrant1/images/angel001.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
