<?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-13071322</id><updated>2012-01-19T09:13:55.782-06:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='bongo'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='cole'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='good'/><category term='pb+j'/><category term='map'/><category term='camping'/><category term='dream'/><category term='website'/><category term='kidnap'/><category term='game'/><category term='cute'/><category term='kitty'/><category term='product'/><category term='ad'/><category term='cello'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='movie'/><category term='cool'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='baby'/><category term='alanis'/><category term='playground'/><category term='chicago'/><category term='family'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='video'/><category term='cynic'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='waterfall'/><category term='fun'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='mother'/><category term='review'/><category term='data'/><category term='friend'/><category term='old rolls of film'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>quakk-a-WHAT?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>686</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4966662597327911624</id><published>2008-08-22T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:23:06.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a blogging break</title><content type='html'>you may have noticed i haven't blogged in awhile. i guess i'm taking a break. you can follow me on twitter in the meantime if you like (squakk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, i love you. all is groovy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4966662597327911624?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4966662597327911624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4966662597327911624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4966662597327911624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4966662597327911624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-blogging-break.html' title='taking a blogging break'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2306385505745640418</id><published>2008-07-25T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:09:19.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new iphone</title><content type='html'>yep, i got it.&lt;br /&gt;yep, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;yep, i show it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're tired of hearing about my iphone, you're not alone. a close friend (sam) has also picked up on my 'over-inflated sense of worth' and sent me this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/7-23-08/drekafluga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/dan/7-23-08/drekafluga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to be better. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2306385505745640418?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2306385505745640418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2306385505745640418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2306385505745640418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2306385505745640418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-iphone.html' title='new iphone'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2509650907414628856</id><published>2008-07-20T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:20.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Sigur Ros ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIONGsxINbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9kkHBHBLdxI/s1600-h/photo-790399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIONGsxINbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9kkHBHBLdxI/s320/photo-790399.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225175138915857842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sam and I are going to see Sigur Ros on September 25 and we have one  &lt;br&gt;extra ticket we would love to sell ($150). If you want details, let me  &lt;br&gt;know. It will be an amazing show!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2509650907414628856?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2509650907414628856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2509650907414628856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2509650907414628856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2509650907414628856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/07/extra-sigur-ros-ticket.html' title='Extra Sigur Ros ticket'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIONGsxINbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9kkHBHBLdxI/s72-c/photo-790399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6541813347451851025</id><published>2008-07-20T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:20.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Tivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIOLx6CYzAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CEq8wcUBFyQ/s1600-h/photo-751350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIOLx6CYzAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CEq8wcUBFyQ/s320/photo-751350.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225173682189028354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not HD&lt;p&gt;40 hour Series Two SD&lt;p&gt;Let me know if you want any other details...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6541813347451851025?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6541813347451851025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6541813347451851025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6541813347451851025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6541813347451851025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-tivo.html' title='Free Tivo!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SIOLx6CYzAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CEq8wcUBFyQ/s72-c/photo-751350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-9151024349792156232</id><published>2008-06-27T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:21:29.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>senior skip day</title><content type='html'>sam and i were chatting one day about how fun it would be to go to valleyfair during the week when no one else is there and sam suggested it would be like senior skip day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we invited a bunch of people, and some of them joined us (kat and scott, jeff and gene, michael and lori, jennifer and jeremy, carla and tom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only got a few pictures before we ditched the camera in the car. sam got a good one of me getting soaked on thunder canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2616579772_65a9ea5e17.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2616579772_65a9ea5e17.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605845889620/" target="_blank"&gt;check out all the pictures here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to do senior skip day next year too. it was so much fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-9151024349792156232?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/9151024349792156232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=9151024349792156232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9151024349792156232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9151024349792156232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/senior-skip-day.html' title='senior skip day'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4953453028978926757</id><published>2008-06-27T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:02:29.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seattle and serious pie</title><content type='html'>sam and i went to seattle recently for work. it was my first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the city a lot- very beautiful, no shortage of great places to eat, sunny every day (apparently we were in the twilight zone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a fun video sam found about 'serious pie', a really fantastic pizza place we will probably eat at every time we visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ngxpwrnt7bM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ngxpwrnt7bM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, you can &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605804012883/" target="_blank"&gt;see all of my pictures here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squipple/sets/72157605782901537/" target="_blank"&gt;all of sam's pictures here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture sam took of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/2606151990_53698954a8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/2606151990_53698954a8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a viewer of my pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605804012883&amp;amp;names=seattle 06.18-06.22.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605804012883&amp;amp;names=seattle 06.18-06.22.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going back for work on Sunday. then we're going to michigan to see my mom, my sister, and my niece and nephew. sam will get to meet them all. i'm pretty excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4953453028978926757?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4953453028978926757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4953453028978926757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4953453028978926757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4953453028978926757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/seattle-and-serious-pie.html' title='seattle and serious pie'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5726221115574075005</id><published>2008-06-27T10:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:05:10.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron got mugged =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.timshishodia.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Cartoons-The-Mugging-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.timshishodia.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Cartoons-The-Mugging-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to mention to all our friends out there that aaron got mugged. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't hurt, so that was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was walking home from the grocery store when 3 kids jumped out of the bushes and pulled a gun on him. they took his wallet and his keys (damn them) and then, to add insult to insult, they swiped his chips and pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they went to mcdonalds and spent $32. they may have tried to spend more but we had canceled the cards by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stayed at our place that night and also a couple nights later as he was getting everything sorted out. at first he was just glad it was over, then it made him a little angry to think about it. to be honest, it made me VERY angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my radio was stolen out of my car and they mangled the dash to get it out. and i thought to myself- fine, okay, take the radio, but could you be considerate enough to leave my car in decent enough shape so that it doesn't look like crap?! seriously, be a little more considerate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, if they were 'considerate', they wouldn't have broken into my car. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this same way about aaron- WHY DID THEY HAVE TO STEAL HIS KEYS!?? jeez! they didn't try to get into his place. and how would they know what car his car key went to, so why take the stupid keys and force all the locks to get changed and copies to get made?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't think any of that until i knew he wasn't hurt. so glad he was okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty weird having him stay on the couch while sam and i slept upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we all hung out and chatted a little bit and that was pleasant enough, but still awkward of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's the news...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5726221115574075005?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5726221115574075005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5726221115574075005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5726221115574075005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5726221115574075005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaron-got-mugged.html' title='aaron got mugged =('/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4298097369795268631</id><published>2008-06-27T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:21.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>ecminnesota.org (applause from the crowd)</title><content type='html'>go to &lt;a href="http://www.ecminnesota.org/" target="_blank"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; to find the nearest pharmacy that provides over the counter emergency contraceptives- EC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the site tells you which pharmacy carries the morning-after pill, how much it costs there, what their hours are, and reminds you that even men (yes, men) can buy the pill over the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO!!! this site is so overdue and so necessary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SGUNSeOVI3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/pPrup00cdoU/s1600-h/SNAG-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SGUNSeOVI3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/pPrup00cdoU/s400/SNAG-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590354380563314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, seriously- i got an email from naral today telling me about this new site and i noticed an immediate emotional response- relief, excitement, happiness (even).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at crisis connection and for my own self, i've noticed that it's never been easy for a girl to understand where, when, how this stuff is available, which is so counterintuitive to the reason it exists, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there are a lot of forces that don't really want this sort of information to be found easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but way to go ecminnesota.org. i'm a little surprised at how strongly i feel about this. i've been meaning to blog about so many things lately, but when i saw this, i knew i had to stop what i was doing and blog NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited that this resource is available now and i'm planning to tell all my friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4298097369795268631?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ecminnesota.org/' title='ecminnesota.org (applause from the crowd)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4298097369795268631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4298097369795268631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4298097369795268631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4298097369795268631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/ecminnesotaorg-applause-from-crowd.html' title='ecminnesota.org (applause from the crowd)'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SGUNSeOVI3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/pPrup00cdoU/s72-c/SNAG-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4615998739081543000</id><published>2008-06-16T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:54:31.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pmp certified!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bpcouncil.com/var/10/2336-champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bpcouncil.com/var/10/2336-champagne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just passed my pmp certification exam and i'm pretty excited. it was a tough one, and i'm so glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be doing a little celebration tonight- count on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4615998739081543000?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pmi.org' title='pmp certified!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4615998739081543000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4615998739081543000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4615998739081543000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4615998739081543000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/pmp-certified.html' title='pmp certified!!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6893161997735394915</id><published>2008-06-13T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:21.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rufus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SFKmCt0ckRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/m9aW9vYpBIU/s1600-h/photo-710639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SFKmCt0ckRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/m9aW9vYpBIU/s320/photo-710639.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211410284410605842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I met lindsey and nathan&amp;#39;s new puppeh last night. Rufus is a dufus and  &lt;br&gt;I love him. Yes, i said LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6893161997735394915?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6893161997735394915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6893161997735394915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6893161997735394915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6893161997735394915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/rufus.html' title='Rufus'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SFKmCt0ckRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/m9aW9vYpBIU/s72-c/photo-710639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6156333778287311060</id><published>2008-06-12T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:26:09.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>more old film</title><content type='html'>i developed two more rolls of film-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605487486778/" target="_blank"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt;- these were taken when cole was a baby and aaron still had long hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2559195607_1ce129aa97.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2559195607_1ce129aa97.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2560018422_4f50daa635.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2560018422_4f50daa635.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605487486802/" target="_blank"&gt;a friend's cabin&lt;/a&gt;- so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2560021808_726eff69c4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2560021808_726eff69c4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6156333778287311060?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/' title='more old film'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6156333778287311060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6156333778287311060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6156333778287311060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6156333778287311060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-old-film.html' title='more old film'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-309491929513359140</id><published>2008-06-12T13:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:16:51.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stomp and other fine notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2572979795_ca733f05c3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2572979795_ca733f05c3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my kitty. she is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stomp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam, adam and i went to &lt;a href="http://www.ordway.org/performances/0708/stomp.asp" target="_blank"&gt;stomp&lt;/a&gt; last night. if you haven't seen them, you really should consider it. they are fantastic and very fun to watch. i laughed out loud (really loud) many many times. it was a great stress relief and so very much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other fine notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study time- i'm taking the pmp exam on monday. if i pass, i'll be certified as a &lt;a href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/projectfailures/images/8-tips-to-avoid-being-a-project-management-scapegoat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;project management professional&lt;/a&gt;, which brings with it a higher salary and all the fame and glory my little heart can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wabasha b&amp;amp;b- sam and i are going to wabasha this weekend and i'm really looking forward to it. if things could just slow down in my life for 24 hours, i'd be happy, and i think a little B&amp;amp;B stay will accomplish that goal. we're staying at the anderson house, which has kitties that you can reserve to stay in your room with you. i just really love that idea, though since sam is allergic to kitties, i don't think we'll take them up on the offer. when we drove down to wabasha for easter, i thought the scenery was sooo beautiful, so i'm excited to see it all again with some green scattered in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father's day weekend- i'm also looking forward to a father's day weekend. my dad died 10 years ago this july, and aaron didn't really celebrate father's day. however sam and his dad are very close and i just love the idea of spending sunday with them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also- sam is amazing. i'm happy to be living with him. i'm happy to spend my time with him. i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-309491929513359140?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ordway.org/performances/0708/stomp.asp' title='stomp and other fine notes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/309491929513359140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=309491929513359140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/309491929513359140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/309491929513359140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/06/stomp-and-other-fine-notes.html' title='stomp and other fine notes'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1853769761351978921</id><published>2008-05-30T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:56:22.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new poll---&gt;</title><content type='html'>your answer says a lot about what sort of person you are------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1853769761351978921?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1853769761351978921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1853769761351978921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1853769761351978921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1853769761351978921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-poll.html' title='new poll---&gt;'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4871506351358071494</id><published>2008-05-30T10:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:35:09.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new iphone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appleiphoneschool.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/3g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.appleiphoneschool.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/3g1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2008/05/picture-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2008/05/picture-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that people everywhere are starving for an iphone, so is it selfish of me to get the new one when so many people will be going without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want it, and i think i will be getting it, once it's out- seriously, they need to release it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be using my stimulus check, so one could even argue that it would be american for me to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think of all those who are starving in africa, and i realize that i've only had my iphone since january 25th (four blessed months)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask- is it wrong for me to salivate at the thought of the new one as i plan to take a day off work to stand in line to buy it the instant it's available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong (say no)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4871506351358071494?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4871506351358071494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4871506351358071494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4871506351358071494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4871506351358071494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-iphone.html' title='new iphone?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6547156364003927610</id><published>2008-05-26T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:29:07.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>whole bag of undeveloped film</title><content type='html'>i have an entire bag of undeveloped film from before i got a digital camera. there must be at least 30 rolls in there. i'm trying to get them developed a little at a time, like once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a couple rolls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susan's 30th birthday party- i had two disposable camera's at my party, and &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605259508765/" target="_blank"&gt;these are the resulting images&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2137/2522882935_b6fd9e5734.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2137/2522882935_b6fd9e5734.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george and karen's cabin- we visited g&amp;amp;k's cabin and &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605254876348/" target="_blank"&gt;here are a few pics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2174/2522872433_8cbca13711.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2174/2522872433_8cbca13711.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss george and karen. i should call them. it's hard because they don't know we split up and i think they will be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6547156364003927610?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/' title='whole bag of undeveloped film'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6547156364003927610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6547156364003927610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6547156364003927610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6547156364003927610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/whole-bag-of-undeveloped-film.html' title='whole bag of undeveloped film'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-465034724370642408</id><published>2008-05-26T01:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:20:28.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip</title><content type='html'>aaron and i took a road trip to duluth today (i mean yesterday- jeez it's late). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2523672404_2fddcdc366.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2523672404_2fddcdc366.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2522844723_d5d5589374.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2522844723_d5d5589374.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained the whole way up there. we contemplated turning around, but checked the iphone for weather and decided to wait just a little bit and then it cleared up and the sun came out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hung out by the lake for a few hours and got our fill of the open water. seriously, growing up near the lake in michigan has caused an open water deficiency for me that just aches to be filled as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun skipping rocks and just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove around a bit- to wisconsin, to park point (the beach that we just can't force ourselves to like) and then back to town. we went to hell's kitchen for dinner and then headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we listened to almost four podcasts, and i have to recommend 'deception' from wnyc radio lab. it's about liars and it's fascinating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then buddy and i came back to the house and watched a movie together here while i did laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day. being around him feels natural again. i don't think it's unrealistic to hope for a strong friendship with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605259380873/" target="_blank"&gt;all the pics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-465034724370642408?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157605259380873/' title='road trip'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/465034724370642408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=465034724370642408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/465034724370642408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/465034724370642408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-trip.html' title='road trip'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1947630165126948718</id><published>2008-05-19T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:39:32.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV is taken already...</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1947630165126948718?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1947630165126948718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1947630165126948718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1947630165126948718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1947630165126948718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/tv-is-taken-already.html' title='TV is taken already...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3933211790932436641</id><published>2008-05-19T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:42:10.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free television</title><content type='html'>it's a tube television- 26"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not HD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free, if you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you're interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3933211790932436641?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3933211790932436641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3933211790932436641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3933211790932436641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3933211790932436641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-television.html' title='free television'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-772348452337121315</id><published>2008-05-19T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:41:10.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iffen you wanna...</title><content type='html'>aaron could use some calls from friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know him and love him and wanna let him know you care, now is a great time to give him a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have his phone number, let me know and i'll get it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no obligation- just a tickle in your ear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-772348452337121315?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/772348452337121315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=772348452337121315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/772348452337121315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/772348452337121315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/iffen-you-wanna.html' title='iffen you wanna...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1714143576496953972</id><published>2008-05-15T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:49:36.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>new pics- roller derby and disc golf</title><content type='html'>i've uploaded some new photos... some from way back in february that never got posted. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roller derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605074672098&amp;amp;names=roller derby 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width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disc golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605077913567&amp;amp;names=disc golf 05.13.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605077913567&amp;amp;names=disc golf 05.13.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#DDDDDD" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="400"&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/13071322-1714143576496953972?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1714143576496953972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1714143576496953972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1714143576496953972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1714143576496953972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-pics-roller-derby-and-disc-golf.html' title='new pics- roller derby and disc golf'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6644217286455098771</id><published>2008-05-13T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:01:40.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://livemodern.com/Members/Marshall/ecosteel/1499368115_0c49c7e1ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://livemodern.com/Members/Marshall/ecosteel/1499368115_0c49c7e1ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so there's been a lot of work to do on myself. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also have to say that i'm really excited about all the work that i have ALREADY done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking up with aaron shook me bad (and still shakes me). dating sam has opened up old wounds that i could hide from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like shaken baby syndrome with blistering boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it feels like i've gotten some important work done and it's a base foundation to stand on. a lot of healing has happened. in a lot of ways, it's thanks to all my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing here now, i can see that i have a house to build. i want it to be a healthy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the solid foundation gives me comfort, because i know the house is going to be all that i know it can be, now that i've gotten a few important things accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;1. i found myself (for now)- here i am, right here. (seems so simple, but this is really big)&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't need to know what the house will look like, have given myself permission to change it at any time.&lt;br /&gt;3. i have some stronger trust in myself- i don't feel like i will need to change it much, trust my inner compass. (this last one is fairly new, is also really really big, and couldn't have happened until #2 fully happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling good about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling terrible about my job, but that's another whole story... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6644217286455098771?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6644217286455098771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6644217286455098771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6644217286455098771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6644217286455098771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-good.html' title='feeling good'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8675075589081182402</id><published>2008-05-04T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:23:46.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frenzy of dissatisfaction</title><content type='html'>feeling so restless in life, lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling like i still have so much to learn. wondering if most people in the world feel a little lost throughout parts of their lives, or do i just overthink things? probably both, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everyone so insecure about themselves? i'm sure everyone is a little, but insecure seems to be the word of the year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do other people deal with the insecurity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i just let go, let it be and accept myself the way i am? unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm in some race with myself- to get myself done, to know everything there is to know, to be complete and be completely under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough to just learn, i have to know within myself what i learned, why i learned it and how i will never do THAT again, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like there is some race to be 'perfect' and i know i could just get there if i worked hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little voice inside me, the one that knows truth, says two things:&lt;br /&gt;you are fine just the way you are now, be happy with yourself and appreciate the things about you that make you unique and so-called 'flawed'&lt;br /&gt;relax, it doesn't all have to happen now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the voice quiets down in the urgency of the day, and i work myself back up into some frenzy of dissatisfaction. and i become unhappy with myself. and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the lesson this year really is patience. i need to learn patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8675075589081182402?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8675075589081182402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8675075589081182402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8675075589081182402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8675075589081182402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/05/frenzy-of-dissatisfaction.html' title='frenzy of dissatisfaction'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5938020739288671927</id><published>2008-04-30T09:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:55:49.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joquese loyd- sad ending</title><content type='html'>quite a few years back, i joined the big brother/big sisters organization for a little more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little girl they paired me with was joquese. she was such a challenge. she didn't behave well enough for me to take her into public (though i tried so many times), so we spent a lot of our time at my place, making salads and cookies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so hard spending time with her, because she was so misbehaved and troubled... because it reminded me of how scary adolescence is... because it reminded me of how scary a messed up home life can be... she was a challenge on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, her mother didn't cooperate with the rules of the program, so they terminated our match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i was glad that happened because i had come to dread my time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i bringing this all up now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well last night i saw on the news that she had been shot to death, at 15 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said another woman inside the house said Loyd was trying to get Johnson's attention by waving a kitchen knife in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the complaint, the witness said Johnson pulled out a gun and set it on his lap. Loyd said she was not afraid of him, and that's when the witness said Johnson fired the gun at her. The first time the gun did not go off, but the complaint says the second time it did, hitting the teenager in the chest and killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complaint says he had had sexual relationships with both Loyd and another woman who was in the home at the time of the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyd is also known as Jacques Brown, with a birth date that would make her 19. She used that name and age when she was previously arrested, police said. They say she is actually 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/Subject-Joquese_Loyd.html" target="_blank"&gt;all the info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think of her now, i think of all her dreams that she shared with me, her goal to not have sex before she was 18, how much she loved her daddy, how angry she was when she had to stay in her room, how much she loved math, what it was like when their little kitten died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so young, and so troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so heavy today.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5938020739288671927?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.examiner.com/Subject-Joquese_Loyd.html' title='joquese loyd- sad ending'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5938020739288671927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5938020739288671927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5938020739288671927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5938020739288671927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/joquese-loyd-sad-ending.html' title='joquese loyd- sad ending'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2871335092157959733</id><published>2008-04-26T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:55:31.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>ways to tell he's cheating...</title><content type='html'>okay, i saw this video posted on &lt;a href="http://www.yesbutnobutyes.com/archives/2008/04/ways_to_tell_if.html" target="_blank"&gt;ybnby.com&lt;/a&gt; and it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. it might just be the most direct way to tell if he's cheating...&lt;br /&gt;2. check out the way they work the iphone into this!! (i cringed when she throws it off the balcony, oh, and don't miss the end of it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzgGUW__9Jo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzgGUW__9Jo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/13071322-2871335092157959733?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzgGUW__9Jo' title='ways to tell he&apos;s cheating...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2871335092157959733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2871335092157959733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2871335092157959733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2871335092157959733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/ways-to-tell-hes-cheating.html' title='ways to tell he&apos;s cheating...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6329090983013324235</id><published>2008-04-25T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:50:15.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving day- This weekend!</title><content type='html'>Sam rented a truck and is moving the last of his things in on Sunday.  &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s starting to seem much more real to me now.&lt;p&gt;It seems like such an easy decision, there isn&amp;#39;t much to worry about,  &lt;br&gt;but now I think of our no longer needing to drive to Apple Valley,  &lt;br&gt;ever. And we can drive to work together everyday. Instead of wasting  &lt;br&gt;gas, now we&amp;#39;ll be saving gas. Woohoo!&lt;p&gt;As one should be, I&amp;#39;m a little nervous about whether or not we can  &lt;br&gt;make it work. But I&amp;#39;ve learned a lot in the last few months about  &lt;br&gt;focusing on today, and keeping an eye on the person I am, rather than  &lt;br&gt;just the relationship I&amp;#39;m in.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m very excited about all that I&amp;#39;ve learned, and continue to learn.&lt;p&gt;And I&amp;#39;m excited about Sam!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6329090983013324235?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6329090983013324235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6329090983013324235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6329090983013324235'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6519776361992923492?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6519776361992923492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6519776361992923492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6519776361992923492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6519776361992923492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-twitter.html' title='do you twitter?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6777244080592800263</id><published>2008-04-16T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:22.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>666th post- about flickr's love</title><content type='html'>this is my 666th post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam pointed out flickr's logo to me today. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;, flickr loves you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SAYcciQS3aI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1JYvx9YESmQ/s1600-h/SNAG-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SAYcciQS3aI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1JYvx9YESmQ/s400/SNAG-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189866897148140962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is all warmy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the truth is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love flickr right back. especially since there is a new app for my phone that let's me use flickr to it's fullest wherever i am. now i need a logo that says: SUSAN (loves flickr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6777244080592800263?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/' title='666th post- about flickr&apos;s love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6777244080592800263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6777244080592800263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6777244080592800263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6777244080592800263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/666th-post-about-flickrs-love.html' title='666th post- about flickr&apos;s love'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/SAYcciQS3aI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1JYvx9YESmQ/s72-c/SNAG-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8149864395959791444</id><published>2008-04-13T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:34:54.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from red cross to poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.e-tees-online.com/ie/2_poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.e-tees-online.com/ie/2_poison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-tees-online.com/ie/2_poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last night, sam and i went to the airport to pick up his friend who was flying in late. by some stroke of fate, aaron happened to be leaving work there at the same time sam and i were holding hands and walking through the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called my name and i turned to see him and walked over to him and said hello. it was a short conversation- why are you here, to pick up his friend, oh. i guess i'm going to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tear up when i think of this short exchange, and here's why-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red cross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were together, there wasn't much that could get aaron down that i wasn't able to sort of pull him out of. if he was down, or confused, or angry, or hurting, he would turn to me and i would help him feel better. 99% of the time i was able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now when i see him, i feel like i'm the poison that makes him sick. he looks at me and i see pain or hurt and i'm not only powerless to help him, i'm actually the cause of it. if i try to talk to him, i just see the poison go deeper into his system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love him so much and never intended to hurt him- it's a cruel twist of fate that now no one probably has the power to hurt him more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm actually crying now, so i should go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8149864395959791444?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8149864395959791444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8149864395959791444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8149864395959791444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8149864395959791444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-red-cross-to-poison.html' title='from red cross to poison'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8392293024969512828</id><published>2008-04-10T14:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:23.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i am comfortable with the unknowns of life</title><content type='html'>this is what all of you said in my poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_5nVu1cMqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4HbUbm_IoYE/s1600-h/SNAG-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_5nVu1cMqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4HbUbm_IoYE/s400/SNAG-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697443824480930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been interesting to see how people feel about things, as i'm going through some life trials. as i look at these stats, the most interesting to me is that only 1 vote of 41 went to 'i'm rarely shaky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not really a surprise, but strangely reassuring, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for voting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about voting in my latest poll -------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8392293024969512828?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8392293024969512828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8392293024969512828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8392293024969512828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8392293024969512828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-comfortable-with-unknowns-of-life.html' title='i am comfortable with the unknowns of life'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_5nVu1cMqI/AAAAAAAAAfo/4HbUbm_IoYE/s72-c/SNAG-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-9176157634103416751</id><published>2008-04-10T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:47:06.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>how happy are you with the way you look?</title><content type='html'>pretty humorous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dtk5qs3HvlI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dtk5qs3HvlI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last line is the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-9176157634103416751?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dtk5qs3HvlI' title='how happy are you with the way you look?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/9176157634103416751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=9176157634103416751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9176157634103416751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9176157634103416751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-happy-are-you-with-way-you-look.html' title='how happy are you with the way you look?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-696829629444951852</id><published>2008-04-10T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:31:32.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>fun to snoop around</title><content type='html'>sam and i visited his dad in wisconsin recently and while they were chit-chatting, i went on a little photography escapade in the living room, the side bedroom, the dining room and the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="550" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604448340577&amp;amp;names=mattson home 04.05.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604448340577&amp;amp;names=mattson home 04.05.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="550" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house previously belonged to sam's grandma before she passed away. sadly, the city has exercised imminent domain and is planning to destroy the house to make room for a jail. it's pretty sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sam and i will be helping his dad pack up most of these goodies this summer sometime. i'm glad i had a chance to photograph them in their natural habitat before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, there are two of the photos that leave me wondering: what the heck IS that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the photos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2398879529_df79669a49.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2398879529_df79669a49.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2399711412_fae41cb2b4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2334/2399711412_fae41cb2b4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do YOU think that is?- please leave a comment&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-696829629444951852?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157604448340577/' title='fun to snoop around'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/696829629444951852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=696829629444951852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/696829629444951852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/696829629444951852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-to-snoop-around.html' title='fun to snoop around'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2397724893253701781</id><published>2008-04-03T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:32:27.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny article</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/03/03/080303sh_shouts_handey" target="_blank"&gt;it's worth a quick read- pretty cute.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2397724893253701781?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2397724893253701781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2397724893253701781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2397724893253701781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2397724893253701781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-article.html' title='funny article'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-9046200130736914086</id><published>2008-03-31T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:23.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_GQ7jUSXgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pKLMIK4aGIs/s1600-h/photo-714032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_GQ7jUSXgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pKLMIK4aGIs/s320/photo-714032.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083998847163906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sam and I are at the Twins opener with my friend Chris. Twins are  &lt;br&gt;winning 3-2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-9046200130736914086?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/9046200130736914086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=9046200130736914086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9046200130736914086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9046200130736914086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/twins-opener.html' title='Twins opener'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R_GQ7jUSXgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/pKLMIK4aGIs/s72-c/photo-714032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1552156330201114038</id><published>2008-03-30T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:33:54.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dreams</title><content type='html'>one of my least favorite kinds of bad dreams are the ones where i relive some horrible part of my childhood, but with all the strength, wisdom (hopefully) and experience i have as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a really awful dream, with many bad bad parts in it (eagle is injured and i have to help fix it, all my friends got laid off from work, i helped save a man's life just to watch him start stalking and abusing a woman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was when my friends showed up at my house, there was all this naked fun with bubbles (not sure what that's about, wasn't really sexual) and we laughed really loud. my brother shushed us and said, you probably just woke dad up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course, my dad can't hurt me anymore. first of all, he's dead. second, i'm an adult with good strong boundaries now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say to my brother "let him come in here angry. i don't care". and my brother says something  like- "what if he hits you." and i say "then i'll fucking press charges. he can't hurt me." in the dream, i feel the kind of strength and resolution i feel now when faced with a bully or an abuser- they can't hurt me, just let them try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of dream is so hard for me, because i wake up feeling like i 'fixed' it for myself as a kid. but then i revisit my childhood in my mind and i'm reminded that there's nothing i can do now to help that me. all those things happened to me, and i can't take them away no matter how strong and smart i am now. and i'm sad to remember. i know i need to, but it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also difficult to think of how my dad would have faired against someone strong and smart and wise. he wouldn't have stood a chance 'picking on someone his own size', so instead he picked on us. vulnerable, young, unformed children. and again i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know these dreams go a long way to helping me remember where i came from and gain the strength to deal with challenges today. they also do a real number on me as i'm forced to revisit those feelings of fear, dread, and terror that i was powerless to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a hard way to start a day. i'm thankful they are rare. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1552156330201114038?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1552156330201114038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1552156330201114038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1552156330201114038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1552156330201114038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-dreams.html' title='bad dreams'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6039670450040631595</id><published>2008-03-29T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:53:24.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sam gave notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2334672319_922cc96763.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2334672319_922cc96763.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sam gave notice to his apartment complex yesterday. he's moving in with me on june 1st. i'm pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like there's something more i want to say about it, but it just sounds like justification for this move, which i don't feel like i need to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition to all the struggles over the last 8 months, i've also struggled with the feelings of being judged and feeling like i need to defend myself against those who would say i'm doing the wrong thing by letting go of aaron and embracing sam so completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear voices in my head:&lt;br /&gt;so soon? you just ruined aaron's life 6 months ago, and now sam's moving into the house you and aaron bought together?&lt;br /&gt;are you sure you're not making a big mistake- do you even really know sam?&lt;br /&gt;you're betraying aaron, you know that right?&lt;br /&gt;you don't have any right to do this- you should be miserable after what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;if aaron is hurting or struggling, do you really have a right to be happy and soaring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned a long time ago how to distinguish my own voice from the other voices in my head. when people say that you should get in touch with your inner child, i think of that clear, strong, happy, hopeful voice inside that i know to be my own. then it's easy to hear how the voices i mention above are different, angry, judgmental... wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe my feelings of needing to justify have more to do with the voices in my own head, rather than those of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect some people DO judge me. and that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my own part, i'm thankful to be learning how to listen to the true me inside and make decisions based on her instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. sam's moving in and i really couldn't be more excited. i wish we were moving into our own place, but that's just not possible yet. so we'll make the best of it, and i'll learn everything i possibly can about myself throughout the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6039670450040631595?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6039670450040631595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6039670450040631595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6039670450040631595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6039670450040631595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/sam-gave-notice.html' title='sam gave notice'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2506888985089605976</id><published>2008-03-24T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:30:16.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>easter pictures</title><content type='html'>sam and i went down to wabasha minnesota to meet his dad, aunt and uncle for easter sunday brunch at the anderson house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="410" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604239344831&amp;amp;names=easter.03.23.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604239344831&amp;amp;names=easter.03.23.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="425" width="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we ate, we headed down to the eagle center and watched harriet (the eagle) eat a rat. then we scoped out eagles all along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to that part of minnesota, but i would really like to go back down there this spring or summer, since it's just so beautiful down there. incredible scenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice easter. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2506888985089605976?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157604239344831/' title='easter 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4481303783776951761</id><published>2008-03-24T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:59:18.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>karma returned- thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-for-your-thank-you-barbara.html" target="" _blank=""&gt;in january, i posted about a nice card i received from a woman named barbara that i met on a plane last year.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'd like to believe some karma made it full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, today i left my iphone in the bathroom at a caribou coffee for two hours while i met with a client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL COULD I DO THAT?!! JEEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did... i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone turned it in at the counter and we were actually reunited (adrenaline rush equal to nearly avoiding a head-on colision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the person who turned it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, though, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, i love my iphone so much that if i ever somehow lost it for good [GASP!!], i would buy another one instantly, without hesitation, as soon as possible, without delay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4481303783776951761?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4481303783776951761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R-Qa3TUSXfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3InbwEpXil0/s1600-h/photo-721887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R-Qa3TUSXfI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3InbwEpXil0/s320/photo-721887.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180295008763403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The card says &amp;quot;happy spring&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Now I ask you: How can a girl NOT have a happy spring with someone  &lt;br&gt;like Sam around?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8687496439689329188?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8687496439689329188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8687496439689329188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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type='text'>Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R-Fp8zUSXeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/74PkCOcENsE/s1600-h/photo-759005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R-Fp8zUSXeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/74PkCOcENsE/s320/photo-759005.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179537539741146594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She&amp;#39;s cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1691669494999059425?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1691669494999059425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1691669494999059425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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run- perfect for friday</title><content type='html'>this video is freakin' hilarious. you have to actually watch it and it gets funnier the more you watch. it's nonsense and it just makes me laugh out loud, which is perfect for an early spring friday like this one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHF1XJumDx0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHF1XJumDx0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks michael)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6270732814566794181?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/KHF1XJumDx0&amp;hl=en' title='shout run- perfect for friday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6270732814566794181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6270732814566794181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6270732814566794181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6270732814566794181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/shout-run-perfect-for-friday.html' title='shout run- perfect for friday'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1953208661477622762</id><published>2008-03-11T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:24.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free window AC unit</title><content type='html'>nearly new. free to a good home. leave a comment if you're interested. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9bpme8m0FI/AAAAAAAAAew/FCq1q3Kbz3o/s1600-h/photo-740966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9bpme8m0FI/AAAAAAAAAew/FCq1q3Kbz3o/s320/photo-740966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176581669060530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1953208661477622762?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1953208661477622762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1953208661477622762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1953208661477622762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1953208661477622762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-window-ac-unit.html' title='Free window AC unit'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9bpme8m0FI/AAAAAAAAAew/FCq1q3Kbz3o/s72-c/photo-740966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4623784741028497993</id><published>2008-03-11T11:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:24.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>creative home page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://producten.hema.nl/" target="_blank"&gt;check out this fun home page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't order anything, and it's in dutch, but just wait a couple of seconds and watch what happens. be sure your sound is turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9a5Ru8m0EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ePSVmHatpWc/s1600-h/SNAG-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9a5Ru8m0EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ePSVmHatpWc/s400/SNAG-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176528536020111426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks jennie!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4623784741028497993?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://producten.hema.nl/' title='creative home page'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4623784741028497993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4623784741028497993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4623784741028497993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4623784741028497993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/creative-home-page.html' title='creative home page'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9a5Ru8m0EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ePSVmHatpWc/s72-c/SNAG-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4077239214148770979</id><published>2008-03-11T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:24.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from my phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9ajCe8m0DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qvBGIEhF2V4/s1600-h/photo-773768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9ajCe8m0DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qvBGIEhF2V4/s320/photo-773768.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176504084771295282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ever since I got my new phone, I&amp;#39;ve wanted to start mobile blogging.  &lt;br&gt;This is my first mobile post!&lt;p&gt;These are my office friends: Dexter and Penelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4077239214148770979?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4077239214148770979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4077239214148770979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4077239214148770979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4077239214148770979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging-from-my-phone.html' title='Blogging from my phone!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R9ajCe8m0DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qvBGIEhF2V4/s72-c/photo-773768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2074547861673465568</id><published>2008-03-07T17:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:43:55.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Overnight Website Challenge- media</title><content type='html'>i finally had a chance to upload pictures and video, so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157604063399356/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157604063399356&amp;amp;names=F1OvernightWebsiteChallenge&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157604063399356&amp;amp;names=F1OvernightWebsiteChallenge&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsc2V9XR1xs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsc2V9XR1xs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2074547861673465568?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157604063399356/' title='Overnight Website Challenge- media'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2074547861673465568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2074547861673465568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2074547861673465568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2074547861673465568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/overnight-website-challenge-media.html' title='Overnight Website Challenge- media'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4180528525178262173</id><published>2008-03-07T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:49:02.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling broken</title><content type='html'>ya know, i feel like i've worked so hard to overcome the bullshit from my childhood (here i am, whining again), that it just doesn't seem fair that there is still so much to sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel broken, like i don't know how to love or be loved. like i'm really just starting the work i need to do to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel qualified to give half of the advice i've actually given in my life. how rude is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear my mother's voice in my head, saying the things she would always say. the fear, the insecurity, the desire to isolate so that i can't be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know others must feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4180528525178262173?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4180528525178262173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4180528525178262173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4180528525178262173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4180528525178262173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-broken.html' title='feeling broken'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2258900903538417406</id><published>2008-03-06T09:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:56:37.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>don't sweat the small stuff</title><content type='html'>this cat has the right attitude about life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_guQZAuxe8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_guQZAuxe8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/13071322-2258900903538417406?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/F_guQZAuxe8' title='don&apos;t sweat the small stuff'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2258900903538417406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2258900903538417406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2258900903538417406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2258900903538417406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html' title='don&apos;t sweat the small stuff'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7523584719212934922</id><published>2008-03-05T10:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:24.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Overnight Website Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have we done?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from 7:30am on saturday until about 2:30pm on sunday, i worked with a small group of folks to redesign a website for a non-profit- kairos dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the official story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.f1webchallenge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sierra bravo (event sponsors) site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kstp.com/article/stories/S364733.shtml?v=1" target="_blank"&gt;channel 5 news- developer interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kstp.com/article/stories/S364741.shtml?v=1" target="_blank"&gt;channel 5 news- non-profit interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pics &lt;/span&gt;(i'll be adding mine to my flickr account soon, i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maleyneil/sets/72157604017202006/" target="_blank"&gt;here are pics just from our team (from maley)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/groups/637807@N24/pool/" target="_blank"&gt;also, you can see a million pictures from the event here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about our team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy in that news story was kris, he was our awesome designer/developer extraordinaire. we also had andrew on the design/video front. lori rocked it as our IA. erika (captain) and maley wrote the heck out of that site, and marc and forrest programmed from the ground up. i tried to help the day go smoothly by managing the process and client and refilling countless glasses of soda and red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about our non-profit- kairos dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kairos dance is a group committed to transforming lives through movement and story. their vision is really about how intergenerational dance in the community can reconnect us to ourselves and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maria (and husband cris), reggie, tom and kyle all represented kairos. after the event was over, the group that put the event on, sierra bravo, said that each team had independently declared that their client was the best in the room, and each client had independently declared the same about thier team, which is a very nice thing to have happen. but since our client brought a creative brief, an initial IA, their own creative director and gave us the creative freedom to really shine, i am convinced our client really was the best in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new website we created for them will really help them take that next step forward and be able to win and collect the support they need to continue their work. i was so glad to be a part of the team that helped them get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before and after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is their home page before and after the redesign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R87KvO7g7-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/KnjQDRHLj3w/s1600-h/SNAG-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R87KvO7g7-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/KnjQDRHLj3w/s400/SNAG-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174295934705659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R87Kuu7g79I/AAAAAAAAAd4/y4EiH6d5VxM/s1600-h/SNAG-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R87Kuu7g79I/AAAAAAAAAd4/y4EiH6d5VxM/s400/SNAG-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174295926115725266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the romantic story, here's the not-so-romantic...&lt;br /&gt;i watched two inverse processes happen concurrently on saturday. our team went from excited and energized to exhausted and testy, while our client went from nervous and anxious to ecstatic!! and elated!! can you blame them? they watched a website materialize right before their very eyes- a website that will help them do more of the thing they so love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was difficult to watch our team get so tired and exhausted. i think it made it hard for us all to enjoy the thing we had just done. it's hard to get perspective when we hadn't gotten any sleep, the site wasn't completely error-free, i think we all felt responsible in our own way, and everyone in the room was sort of on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a pretty great thing and in that moment it was so hard to enjoy that. also, with the client jumping around in excitement, it's hard not to pick up on that contrast and feel a little worse for it. it's easier to feel good about what happened after getting some space from it, but it was a difficult challenge to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, big bummer, someone hit lori's car in the parking lot, which cost her a $500 deductable and also emotional angst about whether or not she is the recipient of bad karma. after what she just did all weekend??? if she somehow deserves what she got, that's not the kind of karma i want to believe in. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back to the happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful that i had the opportunity to work with such a bright and talented team. i'm thankful for the new networking connections i've made. i learned a lot about myself and how i deal with this sort of challenge. i got to be part of a large awesome process that did a lot of great work for minneapolis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7523584719212934922?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.f1webchallenge.com/' title='F1 Overnight Website Challenge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7523584719212934922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7523584719212934922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7523584719212934922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7523584719212934922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/03/f1-overnight-website-challenge.html' title='F1 Overnight Website Challenge'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R87KvO7g7-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/KnjQDRHLj3w/s72-c/SNAG-0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3001549056595259718</id><published>2008-02-27T13:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:24.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rumba- not your mothers juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8XAisM-N2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_jxLK8Pb968/s1600-h/SNAG-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8XAisM-N2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_jxLK8Pb968/s400/SNAG-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171751449318537058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sam has gotten me 'addicted' to &lt;a href="http://www.rumbaenergyjuice.com/index2.php" target="_blank"&gt;RUMBA energy juice&lt;/a&gt;, which i plan to make use of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate crap like red bull and monster cause it's just a bunch of crappy chemicals meant to unnaturally boost your energy level- it's not natural for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then sam introduced me to RUMBA, which is 100% juice, and gosh darn it- i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't like unnaturally boosting my energy, since you really should get your energy from good food, healthy hydration and exercise, but for once in a while when i've stayed up late, or for &lt;a href="http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-up-my-no-sleep-weekend.html" target="_blank"&gt;a weekend like this one&lt;/a&gt;, i'm all for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i like the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3001549056595259718?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rumbaenergyjuice.com/index2.php' title='rumba- not your mothers juice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3001549056595259718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3001549056595259718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3001549056595259718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3001549056595259718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/rumba-not-your-mothers-juice.html' title='rumba- not your mothers juice'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8XAisM-N2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_jxLK8Pb968/s72-c/SNAG-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8789951483518386578</id><published>2008-02-26T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:25.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coming up- my no sleep weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8QwQMM-N1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/P26bJzssC7I/s1600-h/sbf1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8QwQMM-N1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/P26bJzssC7I/s400/sbf1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171311326839846738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sierra bravo (a web development company) is putting on the &lt;a href="http://www.f1webchallenge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;F1 overnight website challenge&lt;/a&gt;- they're pairing 11 non-profit organizations with 11 web development teams to create 11 websites in one sleepless weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound like fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought so!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i joined my friend &lt;a href="http://erikadahlquist.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;erika&lt;/a&gt;'s team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, i'll join two copywriters, one information architect, two graphic designers, and two developers to create a website for... well, to be honest, we have no idea who. we'll find that out on saturday morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to stay up all night making this thing happen, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i like the idea of volunteering for something great that will be over almost immediately. no ongoing commitment, since i'm plagued with over-commitment-syndrome but can't get enough commitment, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other great reasons peeps are doing this-&lt;br /&gt;for the non-profits, they wouldn't get a website otherwise&lt;br /&gt;to win (one team will be judged as MOST successful and get bragging rights)&lt;br /&gt;to beef up their portfolio&lt;br /&gt;to prove to themselves that they can stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;to do something great while having fun&lt;br /&gt;to get tons of free red bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, wish me luck. i may, or may not, make it out alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8789951483518386578?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.f1webchallenge.com/' title='coming up- my no sleep weekend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8789951483518386578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8789951483518386578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8789951483518386578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8789951483518386578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-up-my-no-sleep-weekend.html' title='coming up- my no sleep weekend'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R8QwQMM-N1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/P26bJzssC7I/s72-c/sbf1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3202477750327914772</id><published>2008-02-20T23:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:25:17.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heater destruction</title><content type='html'>the heater in the house is/was over 50 years old. it was pretty neat to watch cronstrom's rip it out to replace it. here are &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157603954416617/" target="_blank"&gt;some cool before.n.after pics&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157603954416617&amp;amp;names=heater.ac.02.20.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157603954416617&amp;amp;names=heater.ac.02.20.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;a href="http://minneapolis.onehourheatandair.com/" target="_blank"&gt;cronstrom's&lt;/a&gt; was pretty fantastic. i would really recommend them to anyone who is planning to have heating/cooling work done on their home. they were recommended to us  and i'm very glad we went with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3202477750327914772?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157603954416617/' title='heater destruction'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3202477750327914772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3202477750327914772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3202477750327914772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3202477750327914772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/heater-destruction.html' title='heater destruction'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-887488307787584069</id><published>2008-02-20T23:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:30:50.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>boston... again.</title><content type='html'>sam and i went to boston for work again and we had tons of fun. we stayed over the weekend and did some sight seeing that we never had time for before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked out:&lt;br /&gt;kings chapel&lt;br /&gt;three different graveyards (i really love those)&lt;br /&gt;the north church&lt;br /&gt;the south meeting house&lt;br /&gt;the waterfront&lt;br /&gt;uss constitution&lt;br /&gt;mike's pastry- omg, the mousse cake and the fudge cake are simply amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;the pics&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157603954080611&amp;amp;names=boston-2.14-2.17.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157603954080611&amp;amp;names=boston-2.14-2.17.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of pics, so if you don't get through them all, make sure to check out the panaramic pics i took- i think they're the best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083062/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083062/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2280292871/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2280292871/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083118/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083118/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083162/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083162/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083194/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083194/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083206/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/" target="_blank"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/2281083206/sizes/o/in/set-72157603954080611/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-887488307787584069?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157603954080611/' title='boston... again.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/887488307787584069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=887488307787584069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/887488307787584069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/887488307787584069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/boston-again.html' title='boston... again.'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5982451632536150586</id><published>2008-02-20T11:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:47:40.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog will live...</title><content type='html'>not only did folks tell me they would miss my blog, people also reminded me that i should blog for my own reasons and if people decide to read it, then, cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be adding some new blogs as soon as possible... stay tuned, and thanks for the feedback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video link sam just sent me, which involves a kitty. i haven't seen the video yet, but i'm sure it's wonderful. sam is afraid the kitty will get eaten, so be warned, maybe there will be blood (but i don't think so). i'm gonna go watch it now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1803001&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1803001&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5982451632536150586?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1803001/' title='the blog will live...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5982451632536150586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5982451632536150586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5982451632536150586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5982451632536150586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-will-live.html' title='the blog will live...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6879432876059615242</id><published>2008-02-05T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:21:22.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>only two people care if i blog</title><content type='html'>so i heard from two of my readers (thanks jj and tracy) about whether or not i should keep blogging or hang it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a bit discouraging, but hey, it's the truth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been holding back your opinion about &lt;a href="http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-direction-please-help.html" target="_blank"&gt;my recent post&lt;/a&gt;, please feel free to share. i'd hate to assume no one is interested based on a complete lack of response or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6879432876059615242?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-direction-please-help.html' title='only two people care if i blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6879432876059615242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6879432876059615242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6879432876059615242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6879432876059615242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-two-people-care-if-i-blog.html' title='only two people care if i blog'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5660359017195733306</id><published>2008-02-05T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:25.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynic'/><title type='text'>no sense of humor? really?</title><content type='html'>what i love about &lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_your_best_quality" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R6jgztVRbYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ZND4CUIAXY/s1600-h/SNAG-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R6jgztVRbYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ZND4CUIAXY/s400/SNAG-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163624151727041922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is that it tells me i am smart and also as dry as a wooden board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5660359017195733306?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_your_best_quality' title='no sense of humor? really?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5660359017195733306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5660359017195733306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5660359017195733306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5660359017195733306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-sense-of-humor-really.html' title='no sense of humor? really?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R6jgztVRbYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4ZND4CUIAXY/s72-c/SNAG-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8660787564623306351</id><published>2008-01-31T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:56:31.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blog direction- please help!</title><content type='html'>__________________________&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've had a little lull in blogging lately for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my whole life changed before my very eyes and i didn't think it fair to those involved to share personal details whilst in the midst of the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my whole life changed before my very eyes and i didn't have the energy to breathe, much less log onto blogger and type actual words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. once things slowed down a bit, i realized that my vision for my blog had fallen somewhat out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my blogging purpose is a little out of focus. can you help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of my blog, as i previously defined it, was threefold:&lt;br /&gt;1. to share online treasures that would expand the minds of my readers&lt;br /&gt;2. to share my experiences&lt;br /&gt;3. to share my photos/videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds noble enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first purpose seemed the most important, since i don't see myself as the 'my blog is really my journal' sort of blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in regards to that first purpose, my filter was this- if some treasure online made me stop and think 'wow, that's pretty sweet/different/geeky/innovative/special', then i would blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, now, i see something that makes me think that at least once or twice a day, so that i have treasure overload and it all seems lame, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, maybe i just don't think my readers are having a hard time finding interesting stuff online, so what service am i really providing?&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm considering two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blog about myself and don't worry about expanding the minds of my BLAH BLAH BLAH- why not have another journal.blog, eh? and besides, i don't call you all often enough so this may be the only way you know what's going on with me... if i go with this option, i'd leave the new  'internet stuff's' content in the right column over there (no images or preview, tho), which highlights the things i find on the internet all the time that i like (-----&gt;), but i'd just talk about myself and what's going on and i wouldn't feel the constant urge to come up with links and reviews of new/unique/cool stuff online (let myself off the hook, right?).&lt;br /&gt;... or...&lt;br /&gt;2. close my blog down- are the ramblings of s.r.q so interesting that ya'll will return just to read my thoughts and (gasp) feelings?? maybe this blog thing should really go away for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, what do you think? let me know if you feel strongly either way, or even if you don't feel strongly. is there a better option i've missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks in advance for your opinion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8660787564623306351?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8660787564623306351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8660787564623306351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8660787564623306351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8660787564623306351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-direction-please-help.html' title='blog direction- please help!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3951207772689603596</id><published>2008-01-27T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:25.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>susan has entered serious geekdom</title><content type='html'>it's true... i have an iphone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R5zbc9VRbXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/sNbyvjEQOq8/s1600-h/SNAG-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R5zbc9VRbXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/sNbyvjEQOq8/s400/SNAG-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160240563606351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite features so far:&lt;br /&gt;i can get online just about anywhere, anytime&lt;br /&gt;i can pull up a google map just about anywhere, anytime&lt;br /&gt;every feature is integrated with every other feature&lt;br /&gt;okay, it really has too many awesome features to be able to describe all my favs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to show it to you. let's hang out soon so you can check it out (if i'm not too nerdy for you now)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3951207772689603596?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3951207772689603596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3951207772689603596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3951207772689603596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3951207772689603596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/susan-has-entered-serious-geekdom.html' title='susan has entered serious geekdom'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R5zbc9VRbXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/sNbyvjEQOq8/s72-c/SNAG-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-603074534886202363</id><published>2008-01-23T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:59:36.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>after mountains, more mountains</title><content type='html'>I heard a phrase recently: after mountains, more mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the up and down and up and down- and seeing more ups and downs ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel sad, i have no choice but to feel it. there's no fix. nothing can be done. there's no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just a lot of sad right now. and a huge desire to escape it with no actual ability to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at work, with practically nothing to do. i should just go home, but there's only more sad there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-603074534886202363?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/603074534886202363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=603074534886202363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/603074534886202363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/603074534886202363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-mountains-more-mountains.html' title='after mountains, more mountains'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5938667414768752431</id><published>2008-01-22T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:27.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>untangle- game from satan</title><content type='html'>you may be able to untangle a few levels of &lt;a href="http://www.nonoba.com/chris/untangle" target="_blank"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt; (i got to level 12 before i let go finally)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4aB-qQRgTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QmK9uSaNkcM/s1600-h/SNAG-0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4aB-qQRgTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QmK9uSaNkcM/s400/SNAG-0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153949737066529074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but can you untangle your brain once you are done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5938667414768752431?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nonoba.com/chris/untangle' title='untangle- game from satan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5938667414768752431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5938667414768752431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5938667414768752431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5938667414768752431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/untangle-game-from-satan.html' title='untangle- game from satan'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4aB-qQRgTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QmK9uSaNkcM/s72-c/SNAG-0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5054195104745353383</id><published>2008-01-22T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:36:06.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>less than half likely, i'm proud to say...</title><content type='html'>yep, it's probably mostly sorta safe to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/eat_buddies" style="background: rgb(51, 51, 51) url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/330/626/eat_buddies.1l97m7xxoy.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px;"&gt;46%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next poll should be: chances you would like to have your body eaten by others if they are trapped and starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5054195104745353383?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5054195104745353383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5054195104745353383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5054195104745353383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5054195104745353383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/less-than-half-likely-im-proud-to-say.html' title='less than half likely, i&apos;m proud to say...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1391783314666485091</id><published>2008-01-21T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:44:03.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if only saying it were the hardest part...</title><content type='html'>i hate it, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it makes me sick inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying it with intent doesn't make me feel much better, but i feel like i need to come to terms with it, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rtmulcahy.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://rtmulcahy.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing those words and thinking about the process i'm about to take brings tears to my eyes. there are so many difficult things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i NEVER thought this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;- it makes me think of our wedding day, and how much fun we had, and then i cry.&lt;br /&gt;- i hate the idea that one of us will be a petitioner and one will be a responder. i want to do it together, like we did when we got married, but by the very nature of it, we are set up to be separate.&lt;br /&gt;- i love aaron so so much and i'm still grieving the change of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm sad to think of how he feels about it.&lt;br /&gt;- i hate that it seems to be all about money and splitting everything up. it just feels so cold and ugly and seems to be the wrong treatment to our relationship, which is real and alive and caring.&lt;br /&gt;- i want to do it soon, to get it over with, so we can get on with our lives and our friendship. but i'm afraid aaron will feel like i can't get away from him fast enough, which just isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;- it feels like such a formal step. i feel as weary of divorce as i was of marriage, and maybe even more so.&lt;br /&gt;- i don't really know how to do this. i'd like to go cheap and maybe do it ourselves without lawyers, but jeez, how scary is that?&lt;br /&gt;- i just don't have any money to spend on it. how ironic that it was the same way when we got married, but somehow it was more satisfying to find the money for that.&lt;br /&gt;- i know i will be the one to own this process, which is exhausting just to think about.&lt;br /&gt;- i think he is hoping there is still a chance we may get back together and when i file for divorce, it will kill that hope. it hurts me so bad to think about how that will hurt him. i've spent so much time working to help him and build a life with him, it's hard to be on this side of it now, almost destroying his life, even though i know that's not an accurate description of what's happening. i just feel rotten.&lt;br /&gt;- it feels so wrong that the person that i shared all my time with is now a friend that i might schedule lunch with. so hard to get accustomed to the change, and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;- divorce is such an ugly thing. i hate you divorce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad and i know he is too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1391783314666485091?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1391783314666485091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1391783314666485091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1391783314666485091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1391783314666485091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only-saying-it-were-hardest-part.html' title='if only saying it were the hardest part...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8357115551033326761</id><published>2008-01-19T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:08:17.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cloverfield ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>seriously, &lt;a href="http://www.cloverfieldmovie.com/?gclid=CMTYtYXXgpECFQMqIgoddB2a-g" target="_blank"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt; was awesome. they really did a great job with it and i'm planning to see it again in the theater. maybe a couple more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really fantastic!! i hope you go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8357115551033326761?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cloverfieldmovie.com/?gclid=CMTYtYXXgpECFQMqIgoddB2a-g' title='cloverfield ROCKS!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8357115551033326761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8357115551033326761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8357115551033326761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8357115551033326761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/cloverfield-rocks.html' title='cloverfield ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7915694261214233509</id><published>2008-01-17T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:27.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynic'/><title type='text'>fair?</title><content type='html'>the conversation over lunch today inspired me to create this (click on it to make it big enough to read):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4--X6QRgZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jTHhPh5id2k/s1600-h/SNAG-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4--X6QRgZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jTHhPh5id2k/s400/SNAG-0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156549416346288530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share your thoughts, or don't. it just helped me to get this out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i am a project manager, not an designer, so please forgive]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7915694261214233509?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7915694261214233509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7915694261214233509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7915694261214233509'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R44wjaQRgVI/AAAAAAAAAco/00Tf4-COqeE/s1600-h/santa07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R44wjaQRgVI/AAAAAAAAAco/00Tf4-COqeE/s400/santa07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156112008286929234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are big and jolly. i like that. do you like stars? will you bring a pink bracelet for my mom? pink is her favorite color. my brother wants ten thousand trucks. my dad wants a pair of new screwdrivers. i want some sunglasses because the sun hurts my eyes. merry christmas santa. love alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that she starts by asking santa a question about himself and then asks for things for her family. she asks for her own gift last, and doesn't even ask for a toy. very practical, just like her aunt. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R44wj6QRgWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/uiyisrHNFig/s1600-h/kinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R44wj6QRgWI/AAAAAAAAAcw/uiyisrHNFig/s400/kinder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156112016876863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alicia lost her second tooth yesterday and is turning 6 next week. cliche, i know, but it's hard to believe she's growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her little brother, cole, is reading already and he's only 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love them so much and wish i could be closer to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6057186462079596084?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R44wjaQRgVI/AAAAAAAAAco/00Tf4-COqeE/s72-c/santa07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-843478874010361031</id><published>2008-01-11T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:15:48.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>transition update</title><content type='html'>aaron is moving into his own apartment this weekend. i'm planning to help him finish packing tomorrow and then move on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so sad to make this transition. the grief and sorrow are sometimes so overwhelming, i cry without being able to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in that place, i always try to remember:&lt;br /&gt;- this is the way it needs to be, it just does&lt;br /&gt;- it's not like we won't see each other&lt;br /&gt;- i can love everything about aaron and accept him the way he is, but that doesn't mean we are right to be together&lt;br /&gt;- this will be so good for us and we will both grow tons from it&lt;br /&gt;- it's not an end, it's the natural progression of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember those things, but sometimes they don't help and i'm just so damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flip side, i think aaron is showing more excitement than he was.  either that or i caught him at a good moment yesterday. i hope he can get excited and see this as such a huge opportunity for him, which it is. the freedom may be scary at first, but i imagine it will grow on him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-843478874010361031?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/843478874010361031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>cursor- collaborate with yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nekogames.jp/mt/2008/01/cursor10.html" target="_blank"&gt;beat my score&lt;/a&gt;, if you can... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4VIbaQRgSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kPaM3f_79Gw/s1600-h/SNAG-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4VIbaQRgSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kPaM3f_79Gw/s400/SNAG-0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153604984336646434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4409307243199854755?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nekogames.jp/mt/2008/01/cursor10.html' title='cursor- collaborate with yourself?'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4VIbaQRgSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kPaM3f_79Gw/s72-c/SNAG-0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6935948276083478780</id><published>2008-01-09T14:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:28.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>this fetus looks like a duck</title><content type='html'>i actually squealed in delight when sam sent me the link to &lt;a href="http://www.thispeanutlookslikeaduck.com/quack/" target="_blank"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a site that shows pictures of things that shouldn't look like a duck, but do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UrDaQRgPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JdkmxWZvAB0/s1600-h/SNAG-0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UrDaQRgPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JdkmxWZvAB0/s400/SNAG-0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572686182580466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, squealing is so high school, but i just thought it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm on the lookout for anything that might look like a duck so i can take a picture. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6935948276083478780?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thispeanutlookslikeaduck.com/quack/' title='this fetus looks like a duck'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UrDaQRgPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JdkmxWZvAB0/s72-c/SNAG-0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2571899217071208509</id><published>2008-01-09T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:20:27.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>ice pics</title><content type='html'>the ice is melting and it makes for prettiness, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="580" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157603668924098&amp;amp;names=melting.ice.01.08.08&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2571899217071208509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/ice-pics.html' title='ice pics'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-9080311570603472306</id><published>2008-01-09T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:28.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for your thank you, barbara!</title><content type='html'>I got this card in the mail recently. it was so nice, i just have to share it with the internet and somehow pay the niceness forward a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UuW6QRgQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0yMBurnmbJY/s1600-h/SNAG-0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UuW6QRgQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0yMBurnmbJY/s400/SNAG-0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576319724912898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met barbara on a plane when i was flying to denver for work. she wrote this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UuW6QRgRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BP_KO3HuSUQ/s1600-h/SNAG-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UuW6QRgRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BP_KO3HuSUQ/s400/SNAG-0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576319724912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear susan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sat beside me on a plane from minneapolis to denver last april. when it looked like i might be stuck overnight in denver- you graciously offered to share your hotel room with me. that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; generous- i haven't forgotten. i meant to write and thank you sooner- but the time slips away so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you will enjoy many blessings in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbara&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ended up catching her connecting flight after all, so i didn't actually do anything for her, but it was so nice of her to send me the well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love finding kind people in the world- it refreshes my belief in goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the thoughtful card, barbara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-9080311570603472306?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/9080311570603472306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=9080311570603472306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9080311570603472306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/9080311570603472306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-for-your-thank-you-barbara.html' title='thanks for your thank you, barbara!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4UuW6QRgQI/AAAAAAAAAbo/0yMBurnmbJY/s72-c/SNAG-0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2252416139032452963</id><published>2008-01-07T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:42:02.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finding north</title><content type='html'>some friends helped me work through some stuff this weekend (thanks scott, linda, lori, julie and sam) and i feel like north is coming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get excited too soon, in case north becomes more elusive, but i'm feeling so much better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange- when i open up my heart and ask questions, answers seem to come in their own sweet way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be learning to trust myself again... (shhh, don't jinx it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2252416139032452963?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2252416139032452963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2252416139032452963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2252416139032452963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2252416139032452963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-north.html' title='finding north'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2351220427871114935</id><published>2008-01-07T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:28.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4JIuqQRgOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wcS7nB6z5P0/s1600-h/SNAG-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4JIuqQRgOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wcS7nB6z5P0/s400/SNAG-0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152760890118996194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2351220427871114935?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/View.aspx?tiltyoureit128441424533437500.jpg' title='to sam'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2351220427871114935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2351220427871114935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2351220427871114935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2351220427871114935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-sam.html' title='to sam'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R4JIuqQRgOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wcS7nB6z5P0/s72-c/SNAG-0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4212354335227487099</id><published>2008-01-03T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:19:05.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>which way is north?</title><content type='html'>this transition has started to get pretty scary for me. i'm certain about my choice to change the nature of my relationship with aaron. i couldn't be more certain that it will be the best thing for me (and hopefully him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that certainty, there aren't any others. i doubt myself and my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if something feels good, really good right now, is that because:&lt;br /&gt;- it's new and therefore naturally exhilarating?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm hiding the truth from myself because i want to feel good?&lt;br /&gt;- it's the right thing and i can trust it?&lt;br /&gt;- it's healthy for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  if something feels off or wrong right now, is that because:&lt;br /&gt;- it isn't right for me?&lt;br /&gt;- it's new and therefore naturally a little unsettling?&lt;br /&gt;- it's a transition period and therefore also naturally unsettling?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm over-thinking it?&lt;br /&gt;- it should feel a little off, it's healthy for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do i need to:&lt;br /&gt;- seek immediate resolution (is good resolution possible in moments of high transition?)?&lt;br /&gt;- grow in some way (do i call it growing, but really it's just compromising myself until i feel okay with something that's not right)?&lt;br /&gt;- let go until things calm down, just focus on the feelings, but not on making changes?&lt;br /&gt;- take a stand and refuse to let the situation continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i trust my senses and my instincts ever again? this is the second time in my life when i woke up to realize i wanted to choose a completely different life path for myself than i was currently taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm in my bedroom as a child again. my dad is coming into the room. i know he wants to see that i'm not unhappy with what is happening, so i disconnect and show him what he wants to see. i bury the real thoughts so deep, they never have a chance to get out. AND, i believe that's the right thing to do because i don't want to be disruptive. it's somehow worth it because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's the part i just don't understand. is it worth it because it keeps the peace? i hardly seem to be afraid of not keeping the peace in a lot of different parts of my life. does it just have to do with my relationships with men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless, i know that i am capable of carrying on a life in front of myself that goes against the things i really want and need. i know that about myself. and in knowing that about myself, how can i have any trust in any of my choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me says let go and just live, it will work itself out. but part of me knows that i've done that twice now, and woken up years later needing to make a big change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so overwhelmed. scared. sad. angry. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i had confidence in myself before this. now i feel like i've lost my compass and north is nowhere to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4212354335227487099?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4212354335227487099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4212354335227487099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4212354335227487099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4212354335227487099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/which-way-is-north.html' title='which way is north?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-2246793314233324454</id><published>2008-01-03T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:10:58.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my hopes</title><content type='html'>i listed some of my hopes in a recent blog: &lt;a href="http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-revolution-am-i-ready-to-blog.html"&gt;Life Revolution- am i ready to blog again?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to add this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be able to resist the urge to 1) try to predict the full and final outcome of life based on each and any particular choice and 2) paralyze myself with the uncertainty that undoubtedly and naturally follows such an approach.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote, if you like -----&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-2246793314233324454?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2246793314233324454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=2246793314233324454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2246793314233324454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/2246793314233324454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-hopes.html' title='my hopes'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7841040194042075816</id><published>2008-01-03T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:29.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>happy birthday kat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R30jLaQRgMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x4vMJzGBpMo/s1600-h/SNAG-0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R30jLaQRgMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x4vMJzGBpMo/s400/SNAG-0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151312227714826434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's a great friend. she's a fun, smart and lovely person. i'm so glad she's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you kat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7841040194042075816?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157603624870011/' title='happy birthday kat!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7841040194042075816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7841040194042075816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7841040194042075816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7841040194042075816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-kat.html' title='happy birthday kat!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/R30jLaQRgMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x4vMJzGBpMo/s72-c/SNAG-0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7803125168994755736</id><published>2008-01-03T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T11:09:23.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>magnifique!</title><content type='html'>it's a little long, but very fun (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfAqTgML2jk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HfAqTgML2jk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/13071322-7803125168994755736?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7803125168994755736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7803125168994755736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7803125168994755736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7803125168994755736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2008/01/magnifique.html' title='magnifique!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6597165603667246673</id><published>2007-12-13T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:10:16.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><title type='text'>kitten's playing (i love them)</title><content type='html'>the end is worth waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVeYPjDgtEE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVeYPjDgtEE&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/13071322-6597165603667246673?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6597165603667246673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6597165603667246673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6597165603667246673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6597165603667246673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/kittens-playing-i-love-them.html' title='kitten&apos;s playing (i love them)'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-232772368130988192</id><published>2007-12-13T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:52:14.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>white trash meets tacos</title><content type='html'>sam made white trash tacos last night, which were out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooey, messy, cheese whiz-ey (cheese whiz being the thing responsible for the title 'white trash')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will crave them forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i should have taken a picture, but i was too busy scarffing the yumminess. i'll take a picture next time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-232772368130988192?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/232772368130988192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=232772368130988192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/232772368130988192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/232772368130988192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/white-trash-meets-tacos.html' title='white trash meets tacos'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3078683671742609738</id><published>2007-12-12T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:14:22.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron- freebird</title><content type='html'>aaron left the hospital last night and celebrated his freedom by going home, walking to the coffee shop, walking home, then watching half of 'oh brother, where art thou' with me before going to bed. he is very happy to be out, and i'm happy FOR him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to call him, let me know and i'll give you our home phone number if you don't already have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3078683671742609738?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3078683671742609738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3078683671742609738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3078683671742609738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3078683671742609738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/aaron-freebird.html' title='aaron- freebird'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5485888625210786111</id><published>2007-12-07T16:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:41:40.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Revolution- am i ready to blog again?</title><content type='html'>so yeah, how was i to know that everything in my life would change 100% in 3 months time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't even think that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am, rethinking everything i know about practically everything; exhausted and exhilarated by the last 3 months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one line from fight club where ed norton and brad pitt's characters are talking about their relationship comes to mind repeatedly for me:&lt;br /&gt;fuck what you know. you need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little bit like ed norton's character must have felt when he realized things weren't quite what he thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took some time for all the pieces to come together and make sense, but once they did, he welcomed the truth, and i think i do to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'my eyes are open.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say to sam: you met me at a very strange time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hopes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron and i will remain close friends throughout our lives and share all our wonderful events at least in some close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to open my eyes to the truth about myself and keep them as open as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have the courage to make decisions based on the truths i know and the truths i learn about myself and others near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will allow myself the luxury of actually making mistakes (some big ones) so that i can learn to grow and love myself at the same time i experience life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will welcome my decision to drift down the river of life and trust that the current has always supported me and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always treat people with the love, respect and honor they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop being so dramatic about all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little scared... i'm sure that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure to vote in my latest poll--------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5485888625210786111?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5485888625210786111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5485888625210786111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5485888625210786111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5485888625210786111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-revolution-am-i-ready-to-blog.html' title='Life Revolution- am i ready to blog again?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6025273324844965008</id><published>2007-11-20T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:34:20.106-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Special Agent Tom Rogers must get his daughter back.</title><content type='html'>i laughed pretty hard at this one (have you seen it?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Bc0mG5omTo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Bc0mG5omTo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/13071322-6025273324844965008?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=-Bc0mG5omTo' title='Special Agent Tom Rogers must get his daughter back.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6025273324844965008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6025273324844965008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6025273324844965008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6025273324844965008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/11/special-agent-tom-rogers-must-get-his.html' title='Special Agent Tom Rogers must get his daughter back.'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4553834435827981557</id><published>2007-11-08T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:39:37.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog silence- update</title><content type='html'>there is no shortage of things i'd like to blog about right now, but i just don't feel free to share all that is in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i can return to open and free blogging within the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back and check from time to time- i really don't want to lose you, fine reader, and when i finally return to blogging, i hope to make it worth your wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4553834435827981557?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4553834435827981557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4553834435827981557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4553834435827981557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4553834435827981557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-blog-silence-update.html' title='my blog silence- update'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-1421833428500580435</id><published>2007-10-29T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:30.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>camera update- a new friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RyZfe936CiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MfNWUALkHh8/s1600-h/SNAG-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RyZfe936CiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MfNWUALkHh8/s400/SNAG-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890211417655842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RyZfbd36ChI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/731I7RWeQYU/s1600-h/SNAG-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RyZfbd36ChI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/731I7RWeQYU/s400/SNAG-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890151288113682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people have remarked that they don't think i can live without a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree, so i got a new one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gloriousness in metal and plastic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are two pics of the camera (from the internet, not my actual new camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this camera is the bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness abounds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-1421833428500580435?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dpreview.com/news/0708/07082002canonsd870is.asp' title='camera update- a new friend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1421833428500580435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=1421833428500580435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1421833428500580435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/1421833428500580435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/camera-update-new-friend.html' title='camera update- a new friend'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RyZfe936CiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MfNWUALkHh8/s72-c/SNAG-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5689769888978418656</id><published>2007-10-27T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:53:00.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boston broke my camera =(</title><content type='html'>i went out to boston for work this week and the city was really nice to me for awhile, but then it decided to break my camera- my dearest friend who is really just an extension of my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did it break my camera? i'm not really sure... i was taking pictures in little italy, near mike's pastry (serious yumminess, btw). then when i went to review the pics later, the screen showed me a picture i didn't remember taking. =(  then i realized the screen was broken and i died inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to show you what that screen looks like since it's got great color and composition, but i can't take a picture of it, unfortunately. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sadness in me is nearly unbearable. i can't even look at the pics on the card, cause they only remind me that i can't take anymore pics for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boston, why did you break my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides ruining my life, boston was so nice to me. how can i reconcile a city that is nice and mean at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this and you know how much i love my camera, please leave a comment- i need some lovin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5689769888978418656?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5689769888978418656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5689769888978418656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5689769888978418656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5689769888978418656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/boston-broke-my-camera.html' title='boston broke my camera =('/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6850661165889327633</id><published>2007-10-22T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:53:58.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'>how the cat wakes you up in the morning</title><content type='html'>thanks lindsey!! i laughed so hard i cried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hang out with you tonight, lady!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6850661165889327633?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw' title='how the cat wakes you up in the morning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6850661165889327633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6850661165889327633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6850661165889327633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6850661165889327633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-cat-wakes-you-up-in-morning.html' title='how the cat wakes you up in the morning'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-989597936217580844</id><published>2007-10-21T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:20:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet</title><content type='html'>yep, i've been pretty quiet lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't give up on me. i'll be back to my old blogging self again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-989597936217580844?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/989597936217580844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=989597936217580844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/989597936217580844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/989597936217580844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiet.html' title='quiet'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5700034657926215797</id><published>2007-10-18T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:20:28.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free your mind</title><content type='html'>make sure you watch the whole thing... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_uUIaqV8-c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_uUIaqV8-c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/13071322-5700034657926215797?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/h_uUIaqV8-c' title='free your mind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5700034657926215797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5700034657926215797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5700034657926215797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5700034657926215797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-your-mind.html' title='free your mind'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8528338429799685805</id><published>2007-10-16T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:10:53.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i owe you, my faithful readers...</title><content type='html'>...about 10 different posts that are in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to get them out of my head and onto my internet soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will also try to clean my house, water and revive my plants, change the litter box, and clean the bathroom soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8528338429799685805?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8528338429799685805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8528338429799685805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8528338429799685805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8528338429799685805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-owe-you-my-faithful-readers.html' title='i owe you, my faithful readers...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-999188300884540834</id><published>2007-10-15T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:51:40.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>paul- i like him... and his kids.</title><content type='html'>aaron and i joined paul and his kids (paige, sam and jake) for dinner and rough housing saturday night and it was a crazy good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we drank beer and helped paul make lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tricked sam into letting me kiss him on the cheek. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed on the pirate ship in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner and named all the states in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we horsed around on the living room floor (i sustained a few bruises from being jumped on repeatedly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam tricked me into letting him kiss me on the cheek. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we put on safety equipment and rode the sled down the stairs into the bean bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate ice cream and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids went to bed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157602407232574&amp;amp;names=dinner at paul's house 10.13.07&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157602407232574&amp;amp;names=dinner at paul's house 10.13.07&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul- seriously, your kids are great!!! thanks for the great evening!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-999188300884540834?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157602407232574/' title='paul- i like him... and his kids.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/999188300884540834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=999188300884540834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/999188300884540834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/999188300884540834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/paul-i-like-him-and-his-kids.html' title='paul- i like him... and his kids.'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5567433982849842207</id><published>2007-10-11T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:31.532-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynic'/><title type='text'>but then why are they always so sad?</title><content type='html'>my logic class from college is coming back to me when i see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/Rw5u5tJ7yYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/t5aAXTExOh8/s1600-h/atheist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/Rw5u5tJ7yYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/t5aAXTExOh8/s400/atheist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120151764019693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many different fallacial or misleading statements can you spot in here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i suddenly feel like a terrorist or satan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks sam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5567433982849842207?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5567433982849842207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5567433982849842207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5567433982849842207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5567433982849842207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-then-why-are-they-always-so-sad.html' title='but then why are they always so sad?'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/Rw5u5tJ7yYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/t5aAXTExOh8/s72-c/atheist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7818707692728243595</id><published>2007-10-09T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:16:08.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>jen's going home tomorrow =(</title><content type='html'>my friend jj is going home tomorrow. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a lot of fun while she was here- shopping, taking pics, eating sushi, talking. i'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i asked her why she didn't hit my blog with a really good story of me to amuse all of you and she surprised me- she said she couldn't think of any stories that weren't really really embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true, she has some really embarrassing stories about me, but i was surprised becuase i thought she would have delighted in the opportunity to really stick it to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially after i mentioned that her first boyfriend, david, kissed me in his bedroom not too long after they broke up. (now there's a memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not too late, jj- you could still hack my blog again before you leave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7818707692728243595?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7818707692728243595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7818707692728243595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7818707692728243595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7818707692728243595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/jens-going-home-tomorrow.html' title='jen&apos;s going home tomorrow =('/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3836362815960519235</id><published>2007-10-07T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:54:20.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>campfire chatter- video 2 of 2</title><content type='html'>alright, so this video is 10 minutes long, so if you weren't on our camping trip, it's probably not going to be the most exciting thing to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starts with a little lindsey feature and then heads straight into campfire chatter, which is more about the audio than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qhmL8b8_ys"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qhmL8b8_ys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun. i hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3836362815960519235?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/1qhmL8b8_ys' title='campfire chatter- video 2 of 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3836362815960519235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3836362815960519235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3836362815960519235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3836362815960519235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/campfire-chatter-video-2-of-2.html' title='campfire chatter- video 2 of 2'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-3800549865824921429</id><published>2007-10-06T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:31.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surf and turf- incredible!</title><content type='html'>aaron made the most incredible surf and turf ever for jj and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwgvnNJ7yWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1uBWnGvVhgs/s1600-h/SNAG-0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwgvnNJ7yWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1uBWnGvVhgs/s400/SNAG-0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118393327099300194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grilled new york strip with mushrooms, grilled scallops with an amazing tomatillo cilantro white wine sauce, minnesota cous cous (wild rice, cous cous, corn, zucchini, red pepper)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy cow, that was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen asked me to mention- she ate two whole scallops, and she doesn't really even like them!! (she gave her last one to me me me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-3800549865824921429?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3800549865824921429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=3800549865824921429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3800549865824921429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/3800549865824921429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/surf-and-turf-incredible.html' title='surf and turf- incredible!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwgvnNJ7yWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1uBWnGvVhgs/s72-c/SNAG-0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7061130651776664568</id><published>2007-10-06T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:07:58.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fall colors- video 1 of 2</title><content type='html'>i'm planning to post two videos of our fall colors trip last weekend. here is the first- 'nature'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwwAcUcQ_Gs"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwwAcUcQ_Gs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for a 'campfire talk' video, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7061130651776664568?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/MwwAcUcQ_Gs' title='fall colors- video 1 of 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7061130651776664568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7061130651776664568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7061130651776664568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7061130651776664568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-colors-video-1-of-3.html' title='fall colors- video 1 of 2'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7204789191018937226</id><published>2007-10-05T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:53:23.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynic'/><title type='text'>beauty industry- under fire!!</title><content type='html'>yeah, i'm not going to get up on a soap box about it, but i like the change in attitude about the beauty industry, illustrated by the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=iYhCn0jf46U" target="_blank"&gt;dove 'evolution' ad&lt;/a&gt; and their latest one, 'onslaught':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH4y6ZjSfE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH4y6ZjSfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something that bothers me slightly about these ads, maybe that dove hasn't always held this perspective and probably helped contribute to the current situation. it's cool tho that they're leading this new attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this channel on youtube created by girls who are 'flipping' ads because they are disrespectful, irrelevant, promote an unhealthy body image, and in their opinions, fail to effectively sell the product they represent to the target audience- girls. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/3iying" target="_blank"&gt;check out the channel here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a good representative example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2thIfLjzcLU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2thIfLjzcLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, i also love that the girls get to state what they think on video- helps improve their own confidence, i'm sure. great approach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7204789191018937226?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH4y6ZjSfE' title='beauty industry- under fire!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7204789191018937226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7204789191018937226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7204789191018937226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7204789191018937226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-industry-under-fire.html' title='beauty industry- under fire!!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-7238272028316269244</id><published>2007-10-04T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:04:18.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In my defense...</title><content type='html'>About the "he's so greasy" comment- I've always wanted the VERY best for Susan, and also I'm a schmuck. Put the two together, open mouth, insert foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a little bit to realize that although Aaron was not exactly what I expected, he was exactly what Sue needed- and needs.  He is perfect for her, and I love him for being so good to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-7238272028316269244?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7238272028316269244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=7238272028316269244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7238272028316269244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/7238272028316269244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-my-defense.html' title='In my defense...'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6679441776721034427</id><published>2007-10-04T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:44:49.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!</title><content type='html'>It's mine, all mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue and Aaron just left for work, and the blog- and the bee-u-tee-full house- are left to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called the locksmith to change the locks.  It's all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall hear more from me soon, but first I must actually think of something to say.  So, for now, I am yours truely- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vestigial Stamen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6679441776721034427?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6679441776721034427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6679441776721034427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6679441776721034427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6679441776721034427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-5104479523414310053</id><published>2007-10-04T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:02:29.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jennie k!!</title><content type='html'>my best friend from high school is coming into town today!!! she's the one who sat next to me in world lit class when i fell in love with aaron... her response was 'him?? he's so greasy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and her husband (which makes her jen r0ss!ng, now) were the only people at our wedding, unless you count the group of people that stopped on their morning walk to watch and sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's going to be here, and i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to minneapolis, jj!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5104479523414310053?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5104479523414310053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5104479523414310053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5104479523414310053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5104479523414310053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/jennie-k.html' title='jennie k!!'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-8389127522626991646</id><published>2007-10-04T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:44:58.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>two queens, one castle- fantastic show</title><content type='html'>my dear friend linda took me to see '&lt;a href="http://articles.citypages.com/2007-09-26/performing-arts/two-queens-one-castle/" target="_blank"&gt;two queens, one castle&lt;/a&gt;' tonight to celebrate our shared birthday and the show was so amazing. the singing was incredible, it was so moving and inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love linda- she is so good to me. i am just so thankful she is in my life. everytime i see her and talk to her, a little bit of her wisdom and life's philosophy rub off on me and i'm a little better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was no different- thanks for the insight and perspective, linda!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-8389127522626991646?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://articles.citypages.com/2007-09-26/performing-arts/two-queens-one-castle/' title='two queens, one castle- fantastic show'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/8389127522626991646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=8389127522626991646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8389127522626991646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/8389127522626991646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-queens-one-castle-fantastic-show.html' title='two queens, one castle- fantastic show'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-6895332355182395680</id><published>2007-10-02T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:34:35.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>fall camping 2007</title><content type='html'>so our camping trip was fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the short version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lindsey got lost and slept in her car&lt;br /&gt;- jeff and i became bff's (best fart friends)&lt;br /&gt;- julie camped for the first time and loved it&lt;br /&gt;- lindsey shared her toothpaste with me&lt;br /&gt;- zack drank too much and got sick&lt;br /&gt;- saire and mark argued about how fast mark was driving&lt;br /&gt;- jeff and lindsey got married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the longer, more detailed summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff, aaron and i drove up on friday. we got out of town a little late (okay, yes, maybe i was working a little bit...) and we stopped at fitgers in duluth for a little lunch and a few frosty beers. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtdJ7ySI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SFoCw3zcWvo/s1600-h/SNAG-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtdJ7ySI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SFoCw3zcWvo/s400/SNAG-0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950875217840418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found our campsite easily, and jeff and i put up our tents while aaron went to get firewood. while he was in town, aaron called lindsey to make sure she was clear on how to get to the site. he said that the connection was bad, but he thought he had given her all the directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we put up our tents, we headed down to the lake. the moon was so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtdJ7yTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lc0fUfk42N0/s1600-h/SNAG-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtdJ7yTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lc0fUfk42N0/s400/SNAG-0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950875217840434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy bratwursts and beer for dinner. it got cold quick and we waited patiently for my dear friend lindsey. at about midnight, i gave up and went to bed, asking aaron to stay up a little later for her, which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, still no lindsey, so jeff and i headed out to find her. we got to town and checked my messages- there was one with lindsey crying, which broke my heart clear in two. she had gotten lost and had slept in her car... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we called her, found her, and hugged her for at least 5 minutes straight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPf9J7yNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-bL_w5pGa-U/s1600-h/SNAG-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPf9J7yNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-bL_w5pGa-U/s400/SNAG-0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950643289606354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to camp, got some breakfast, and headed out to lutsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got there, we found out that they weren't running the alpine slides on account of weather, so we got drunk and played scrabble. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPf9J7yOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RaaiiH8SE5g/s1600-h/SNAG-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPf9J7yOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RaaiiH8SE5g/s400/SNAG-0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950643289606370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon saire and mark showed up and we hung out a little longer until we could see that the mountain tram was finally running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a trip up the mountain and checked out all the fog on top. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colors were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPs9J7yPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lSvtreDrUzU/s1600-h/SNAG-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPs9J7yPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lSvtreDrUzU/s400/SNAG-0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950866627905778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove down to temperance river state park to meet jules and zack and to hike around there. the waterfalls are so fun in the fall.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtNJ7yQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hKoJfEH-ukc/s1600-h/SNAG-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtNJ7yQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hKoJfEH-ukc/s400/SNAG-0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950870922873090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPfdJ7yKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gGlnbest2K0/s1600-h/SNAG-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPfdJ7yKI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gGlnbest2K0/s400/SNAG-0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950634699671714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to camp and aaron made pork chops (and apple sauce), potatoes, and corn on the cob. fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMSn9J7yUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1KD5PalZaCQ/s1600-h/SNAG-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMSn9J7yUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1KD5PalZaCQ/s400/SNAG-0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116954079263443266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie and lindsey brought birthday dessert, so we scarfed that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtNJ7yRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iyBd0zOpMb4/s1600-h/SNAG-0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPtNJ7yRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iyBd0zOpMb4/s400/SNAG-0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950870922873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the campfire conversation kicked into gear and we hung until late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point, the boys decided to find campfire and even had a wood chopping competition or something silly like that with an old ax aaron and i bought in 1996 (yes, i remember when we bought the ax) which has never been sharpened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beers were drank, laughs were had, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, it was raining (and zack was puking outside his tent), so we piled into the cars, left zack behind to recover, and hit a restaurant in town for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came back to camp and most of the group headed out. julie and zack hung around until zack was well enough to travel, then the four of us went to split rock lighthouse, which is one of my favorite sites up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPftJ7yMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qwYpkTvhIZs/s1600-h/SNAG-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPftJ7yMI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qwYpkTvhIZs/s400/SNAG-0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950638994639042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPftJ7yLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uCy921NH5Sk/s1600-h/SNAG-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpLQvu-5ciQ/RwMPftJ7yLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uCy921NH5Sk/s400/SNAG-0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116950638994639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we said goodbye to julie and zack and hung out at the beach for awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" height="500" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157602228090030&amp;amp;names=fallcamping.09.28.07&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157602228090030&amp;amp;names=fallcamping.09.28.07&amp;amp;userName=squakk&amp;amp;userId=38401287@N00&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle" height="500" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post some video soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron has something he would like to say...&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for susan's birthday!! it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in honor of susan's project management skills, this list of 'things not to forget when you go up to the northwoods' was compiled around the campfire on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone reads this and goes camping in northern minnesota, don't forget your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashtray, bratwurst, campfire, dildo, egg, fart-knocker, galazy, horseradish, icabod crane, jelly bellies, kayak, both your legs, your military, a nano second, octopus, pipe, quantum mechanics, recess, sub sandwich, transformers more than meets they eye, uzbekistan, victory, water, a xenophobe, yogurt, and when you're ready to sleep, some zzzz's.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-6895332355182395680?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/photos/squakk/sets/72157602228090030/' title='fall camping 2007'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6895332355182395680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=6895332355182395680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6895332355182395680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/6895332355182395680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-camping-2007.html' title='fall camping 2007'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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(and bday news)</title><content type='html'>aaron and i got married four years ago today. he's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister kristen sent me a robe with ducks all over it, which i love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also sent me this e-card, which is hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6f2f5e4582a34a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6f2f5e4582a34a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330403057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF71A841845EF14FF8B4AD9B107C715CB2D962E9.1DFDE170C0DE6AC378F921C4DB0075F60D7615A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6f2f5e4582a34a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPE0iVEVofFmG178820bFc6I61mw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6f2f5e4582a34a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330403057%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF71A841845EF14FF8B4AD9B107C715CB2D962E9.1DFDE170C0DE6AC378F921C4DB0075F60D7615A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6f2f5e4582a34a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPE0iVEVofFmG178820bFc6I61mw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a whole slew of bday cards yesterday. you guys are all so sweet!! giant love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-5041216826050982299?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6f2f5e4582a34a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5041216826050982299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=5041216826050982299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5041216826050982299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/5041216826050982299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-anniversary-buddy-and-bday-news.html' title='happy anniversary buddy!! (and bday news)'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13071322.post-4026478623944490189</id><published>2007-09-27T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:34:23.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>kat- magic hands and heart</title><content type='html'>for my birthday, my friend kat took me out to lunch (sushi!!) and then gave me a masterful massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy relaxation... i think i had an out of body experience- while still in my body! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you should &lt;a href="http://kat.mcgerik.com/" target="_blank"&gt;visit her site here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more, and then give her a call to set up an appointment- she really is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just a note: the sushi lunch doesn't automatically come with the massage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the lunch, the massage and for calling me on my shit, kat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13071322-4026478623944490189?l=quakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kat.mcgerik.com/' title='kat- magic hands and heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4026478623944490189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13071322&amp;postID=4026478623944490189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4026478623944490189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13071322/posts/default/4026478623944490189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quakk.blogspot.com/2007/09/kat-magic-hands-and-heart.html' title='kat- magic hands and heart'/><author><name>squakk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
