<?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-6817485340241456617</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:20:25.269-07:00</updated><category term='The Kid'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category term='text-post.'/><category term='drooling'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='new look'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Yum yum'/><category term='amazed at my life'/><category term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category term='vengence'/><category term='Vandalism.'/><category term='Pre-scheduled post'/><category term='Thrift Store treasures'/><category term='mobile blog'/><category term='Pitfalls of biking.'/><category term='Video Share'/><category term='planning'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Midterms'/><category term='Pitfalls of biking. Out of shape. Woe is me.'/><category term='Discovering Denver'/><category term='University of Denver'/><category term='Grades'/><category term='Kitties'/><category term='Life in Vienna'/><category term='Garden of the Gods'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Long Road Here</title><subtitle type='html'>The Long Road Here is a blog written by Katrina Glover, chronicling her days as a "non-traditional" student at the University of Denver, life studying abroad in Vienna, and just life in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6824384542686420018</id><published>2009-12-04T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:11:49.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazed at my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>A Typical Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Monday starts with an alarm at 8:30a - which I ignore until about...9a or 9:15 depending on how late I was up the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the 43 Tram to Schottentor by 9:50a and one connection later, I'm at the Oper walking the 5min to school. I'm surrounded by the hustle and bustle of Kartnerstrasse in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first class is PO357 or International Organizations. It's supposed to start at 10:35a but the Professor is perpetually 5min late. An hour and a half later (also known as 12:05p) and class is over and it's time to figure out what I'm going to do. My next class isn't until 6:10p. Sometimes I'll hang out at the school for a little while or go on an exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, though, I head back the same way I came and get my grocery shopping done for the week. Even though I've done this for going on 4 months now, I still have yet to remember to bring my reusable bag with me (Europeans do not use plastic or paper). So I end up using my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCVY99y4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xplEF58CbBo/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCVY99y4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xplEF58CbBo/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can get most of the stuff to fit in here. Today, my haul includes eggs and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I unpack my back (because I like to be comfortable at all times), I change my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCFnFrL3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/2Q6dtxDgnDM/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCFnFrL3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/2Q6dtxDgnDM/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There. Now I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmAOjLM5LI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r_mfrXe4774/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmAOjLM5LI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r_mfrXe4774/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of my haul. It's amazing how much I got into that backpack isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmBFF_Lz-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/oa3g0AS2jik/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmBFF_Lz-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/oa3g0AS2jik/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've divided up the shelves. As 2nd tallest in the house, I got the middle. I'm down to bread, 1/2 a package of noodles, and bread crumbs. See why I needed to go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmFZjiAL-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Qe__V4R8f9g/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmFZjiAL-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Qe__V4R8f9g/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;In keeping with the theme, the fridge is organized the same. Bailey (tallest) on top, Katrina middle, Danielle bottom. Don't judge. It works for us.&amp;nbsp;My main shelf is even more pathetic than the cupboard. Noodles, an egg, and a bottle of ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmBriMBpfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uF3p1vBr3SE/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmBriMBpfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uF3p1vBr3SE/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My door-shelf. Home to most condiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmB7DYyYfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UHS6bsUYWOc/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmB7DYyYfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/UHS6bsUYWOc/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after my hard work is done, I get to eat lunch. Today, I chose tuna - which I added my newly acquired tomato, onion, egg, mayonaise and mustard. Yum! Oh, and never forget the Tabasco that I dump on top. Double yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCQJhT3_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NAWMjV9HC30/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCQJhT3_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NAWMjV9HC30/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What lunch is complete without entertainment? My laptop serves as DVD player, e-book reader, and internet portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At 5:40p, I'll make the trek back to school but for now, I'll sit back, enjoy my tuna, and let my laptop be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6824384542686420018?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6824384542686420018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6824384542686420018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6824384542686420018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6824384542686420018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/12/typical-monday.html' title='A Typical Monday'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SxmCVY99y4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xplEF58CbBo/s72-c/IMG_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3255129903495833917</id><published>2009-11-20T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:22:10.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazed at my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Look Ma, I've Got a Stalker!</title><content type='html'>So I went to Barcelona last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some really cool things.&lt;br /&gt;Like the beach. Or more specifically, the Mediterranean Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcFFytc9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yV5gfKj92dk/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcFFytc9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yV5gfKj92dk/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So gorgeous that I actually lost track of time and ended up missing Temple Sagrada Familia. Whoops (she says while secretly thinking it was quite worth it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guell Parc ~ a recommendation from JL in fact. She was right. It could not be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcFk6fFU4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/B1dX6aseW0U/s1600/IMG_0114+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcFk6fFU4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/B1dX6aseW0U/s320/IMG_0114+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it actually led to (what I consider) the most interesting story of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to introduce you to Jorge (that’d be him in the little red circle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcEtqWonfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kp676dfJ4xY/s1600/IMG_0232-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcEtqWonfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/kp676dfJ4xY/s320/IMG_0232-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I first met Jorge at the top of these stairs, where I wanted to take a picture. At first he was nice and able to keep up with my Spanish (or was it vice versa). Anyway, he seemed like a nice little old man. Until he started following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Barcelona gave me my very own stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the top of those very stairs. I tried to shake him but he moved in closer. Asked me out for a beer, coffee, water. Anything. I said no to all of the above. He stepped in even closer.  And then, he reached out and touched me. Literally. He reached out his grubby little hand and began stroking my arm and just as quickly, he moved to my back. So I took another step back. Right off the edge of those stairs I’d been so proud of conquering minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was my willingness to throw myself down an insane amount of steps over going anywhere with him but Jorge backed off. Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my Barcelona story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3255129903495833917?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3255129903495833917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3255129903495833917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3255129903495833917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3255129903495833917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-ma-ive-got-stalker.html' title='Look Ma, I&apos;ve Got a Stalker!'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SwcFFytc9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yV5gfKj92dk/s72-c/IMG_0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2251309119446801849</id><published>2009-10-25T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:54:30.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazed at my life'/><title type='text'>Because I Have Two Midterms Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am playing in Photoshop. It's a lovely diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzM1NSorI/AAAAAAAAAak/dt05fcW4wQA/s1600-h/around-vienna-SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzM1NSorI/AAAAAAAAAak/dt05fcW4wQA/s320/around-vienna-SM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzU6xSZXI/AAAAAAAAAas/rUb1AhCuT5Q/s1600-h/danube-SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzU6xSZXI/AAAAAAAAAas/rUb1AhCuT5Q/s320/danube-SM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzf8EStXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PvgQrGyacgQ/s1600-h/Klosterneuberg-SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzf8EStXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PvgQrGyacgQ/s320/Klosterneuberg-SM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to hang these in my new apartment when I get back to Denver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2251309119446801849?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2251309119446801849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2251309119446801849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2251309119446801849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2251309119446801849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-have-two-midterms-tomorrow.html' title='Because I Have Two Midterms Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SuRzM1NSorI/AAAAAAAAAak/dt05fcW4wQA/s72-c/around-vienna-SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1740753994158547423</id><published>2009-10-23T03:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:37:01.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grades'/><title type='text'>Midterms</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow, we kick off our midterm week here in Wien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tomorrow. As in Saturday. Why they scheduled a midterm on a Saturday I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows midterm is German and we just did a "pre-test". It was enough to stress me out. The teacher put us in groups (yes, groups :::shudder:::) to go through the 3-page review packet. I'm sure I came off as an absolute witch because, for the entire 1 1/2 hours, I think I said a total of 10 words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I spent most of the time tuning them out. Not so that I could be a Class A, uh, witch but because I'm already confused trying to remember how all this stuff works (I hated verb tenses in Spanish and I hate them in German as well). I didn't need 4 other voices in my head, trying to remember as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I basically ignored them the entire time and tried to concentrate and remember what we've been going over for the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/GBEU/MP0565%7EHappy-Bunny-Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/GBEU/MP0565%7EHappy-Bunny-Posters.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes. This was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that makes me a bad person. If so, sorry! But the last thing I want is to sit at my desk tomorrow, look down, and blank. I work better alone. It's just the way I operate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1740753994158547423?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1740753994158547423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1740753994158547423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1740753994158547423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1740753994158547423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/midterms.html' title='Midterms'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1528806643499267263</id><published>2009-10-08T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:33:40.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazed at my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>My November is shaping up to be THE BEST MONTH. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I have planned (Jessica Lee, if you're reading this, you might want to cover your eyes and turn away. No? OK, I warned you): Italy, Spain, and the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?, you say. Did you find some rich Austrian to buy you things? (Erm, no, no rich Austrian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, or rather, website. &lt;a href="http://www.RyanAir.com"&gt;www.RyanAir.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RyanAir.com is THE cheap place to book airline tickets here in Europe. How cheap you might ask? Well, let's take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wanted to go to Barcelona (Spain) but the normal airline costs (around 300Euro) made me feel a little nauseous. Then I found RyanAir. RyanAir cost? 26Euro. ROUND TRIP (that's about $40US). Yah. I booked it. I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I booked that, I was happy. After all Barcelona was (other than Auschwitz) really the only place I *had* to go so I told myself that I didn't need to go anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still kept my eye out. You know, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my 'just-in-case' theory paid off. I realized I hadn't gone onto RyanAir for awhile so I was like, I should check it out. And I did. And I found this: Vienna ----&gt; Bologna (Italy) 12Euro ROUND TRIP. That's less than $20US. Uh-huh. I'm booking it. My friend, Kaitlin, is there after all. I misses her mucho &lt;i&gt;(Kaitlin is also coming to visit me -- yay! -- the week after I get back from Barcelona. We're going to go horseback riding. I can't wait)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, for Thanksgiving, my gift to myself: a 3-day all-inclusive ski trip through the school. So far, that's my most expensive trip - it'll end up costing over $200US. But I don't care. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(November 5-7 - Gonna par-tay. Italian style)&lt;br /&gt;(November 12-14 - I'm getting my Espanol on)&lt;br /&gt;(November ::sometime between:: the 16-20 - a visit from Kaitlin)&lt;br /&gt;(November 27-29 - Skiing in the Alps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now drool and call me names. But just a few. And not too much drool, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and JL, I told you to look away)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1528806643499267263?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1528806643499267263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1528806643499267263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1528806643499267263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1528806643499267263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5324954463764384947</id><published>2009-10-04T05:42:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:35:51.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>In Lieu of Balcony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWECsSjyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4a1AcnceRAs/s1600-h/IMG_9612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWECsSjyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4a1AcnceRAs/s320/IMG_9612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This window beckons me, calls me, mocks me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWoKoAjLI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZctOFj2Zrp4/s1600-h/IMG_9613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWoKoAjLI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZctOFj2Zrp4/s320/IMG_9613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's a lovely little sill right outside, it says. Perfect for sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It promises me lovely views of my new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWKlYb4mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6YoJyKgUT2k/s1600-h/IMG_9615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWKlYb4mI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6YoJyKgUT2k/s320/IMG_9615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To the left, the busy street with the Halterstrasse, bank, and the little Church whose bells chime daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWM5MgjAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PopsAUPAoo/s1600-h/IMG_9616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWM5MgjAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PopsAUPAoo/s320/IMG_9616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To the right, the smaller side street, overflowing with shops and residences like ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I am unsure. You are quite old, I tell the window. Over a hundred years. How do I know you can bear my weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it whispers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still, I am unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWPNYdpOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9dxIuXTXrhE/s1600-h/IMG_9617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWPNYdpOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9dxIuXTXrhE/s320/IMG_9617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After all, it is a long way down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5324954463764384947?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5324954463764384947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5324954463764384947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5324954463764384947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5324954463764384947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-lieu-of-balcony.html' title='In Lieu of Balcony'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsiWECsSjyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/4a1AcnceRAs/s72-c/IMG_9612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-4510949767472612592</id><published>2009-10-02T14:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:50:39.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>It's All About die Schuhe</title><content type='html'>I could tell you all about my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highs (rocking my German test). And the lows (a new facet of DU's Masters Program I'm trying to get into next year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I am going to skip all that and focus on what is really important: Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me preface this post with a (shocking) statement: I am not a shoe person. I own, maybe 10 pairs, and wear (regularly) ... 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;OK. Now that I've gotten that off my chest, we'll continue:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I've been living in my sneakers is an understatement. Living in Wien is A LOT of walking (to the Halterstrasse), running (to the U-Bahn), and trudging up stairs (to the apartment, the U-Bahn, and school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZeqFwRi5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Dd5UJqbO_I0/s1600-h/053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZeqFwRi5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Dd5UJqbO_I0/s320/053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Old Faithfuls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do not get me wrong. I love my beat up O.F.'s like any other human who cherishes happy feet. But I have worn nothing but them since I got here - just over a month ago. Every. Day. No exception. Why? Because it's either my O.F.'s, knee high boots, or black heels. I refuse to wear the heels (happy feet, remember?) and boots.. in this heat? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So O.F.'s it's been and we've gotten along famously. But my (lack of) shoe wear has kept me out of 1/2 the clothes I brought because, no matter how hard I try to convince myself, that small, small part of me which acknowledges right and wrong says my sneakers just don't look right with a knee length A-line skirt. For some reason, it just doesn't work (Fashion designers, can we get on that? Stat?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of this, I've been on a hunt these last few weeks, trolling the streets of Wien for a proper pair of walking flats that a) look decent b) won't make my feet cry and c) won't make my bank account cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was striking out. Big time. I was hitting up the Thrift Store (20Euro for used shoes...really?) every weekend. Walking, walking...searching. Nada. Or as my German Professor would say "keinen Schuhe"&amp;nbsp; (no shoes). I was complaining to everyone and anyone who would listen that I was destined to walk Wien in sneakers. Until Roomie D heard my cries and took pity on me (or just wanted me to shut up..hmmm...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking her advice, I found my way to a little shop down the street from the Thaliastrasse U-Bahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first walked in, I'll admit. I was slightly skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes here in Wien are...well, let's go with popular, shall we? After all, they must keep up with all the new fashions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZVBMoLDWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dTEgaYLnz6Q/s1600-h/014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZVBMoLDWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dTEgaYLnz6Q/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm afraid to know what fashion these are keeping up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZU9Fhr_eI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pOIsmOF7hP8/s1600-h/011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZU9Fhr_eI/AAAAAAAAAZc/pOIsmOF7hP8/s320/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boots - in particular - are in high demand this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would I ever find what I needed? Just a nice pair of flats, no bows, or ribbons or fringe (shudder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then, tucked away between the wall and the register. There they were. Flats. In normal colors. I quickly grabbed up the first pair - brown - and tried them on. A perfect fit (size 39 - wow!). And the price wouldn't kill me (15Euro). I tried to find other colors (staples, you know) but they only had one pair of 39's in any color. And they were mine. All mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're now sitting in front of the cabinet - just waiting for me to take them out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZU5KQROnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EFhtjAa-HtI/s1600-h/015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZU5KQROnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EFhtjAa-HtI/s320/015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that concludes The Great Shoe Search in Wien of 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-4510949767472612592?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4510949767472612592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=4510949767472612592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4510949767472612592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4510949767472612592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-about-die-schuhe.html' title='It&apos;s All About die Schuhe'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsZeqFwRi5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Dd5UJqbO_I0/s72-c/053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1652270921422957310</id><published>2009-09-30T04:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:10:43.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>The 1st District of Vienna</title><content type='html'>When I left my class at 10:30 this morning, I had every intention of going back to my apartment and diving into my lovely bed – something my god-awful early morning class had taken me away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, Vienna had other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Vienna could be tempting but I was quite dedicated to the task at hand until she upped the ante with a cool, sweater required day that welcomed me like a long-lost friend (oh, how I do love my cold days). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, I succumbed to her wiles and breathlessly walked about the first district - camera in hand. Just like any proper tourist. Because I am, after all, a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsNI3AflrUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a10e7TC0PhM/s1600-h/IMG_9586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsNI3AflrUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a10e7TC0PhM/s320/IMG_9586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked on streets that had been previously roamed by Roman soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsNItSjD6ZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Izx32O0fRwU/s1600-h/IMG_9579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsNItSjD6ZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Izx32O0fRwU/s320/IMG_9579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admired monuments erected by Kings of Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsM-U9wV41I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GYKhoAgWuOk/s1600-h/IMG_9573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsM-U9wV41I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GYKhoAgWuOk/s320/IMG_9573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stopped at bare-bottomed fountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsM-a4kbrII/AAAAAAAAAYs/LeArFF2TW5Y/s1600-h/IMG_9575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsM-a4kbrII/AAAAAAAAAYs/LeArFF2TW5Y/s320/IMG_9575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was ogled by a woman the color of mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And when my body begged for reprieve, I gave it. With the warning that tomorrow’s forecast calls for the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1652270921422957310?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1652270921422957310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1652270921422957310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1652270921422957310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1652270921422957310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-district-of-vienna.html' title='The 1st District of Vienna'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SsNI3AflrUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a10e7TC0PhM/s72-c/IMG_9586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-8076082534402231639</id><published>2009-09-20T04:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:55:01.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>To say that I am a homebody is the understatement of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who really knows me, knows that I am perfectly content to sit around all day in my PJ's and play on the computer. Yes, I am a geek to the umpteenth power and this definitely has some bearing on my single status but let's just focus, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Sunday and I'd spent Friday night and all of Saturday in the  state I've just described &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shut up, I am not pathetic. I'm committed to my computer, that's all. It get's lonely when I leave)&lt;/span&gt;. In a moment of clarity, I decided to get out. Go somewhere. Where didn't matter so long as I was out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a little bit of grumbling and a lot of self prodding, I showered and dressed - making sure to put on extra deodarant to compensate for those who think it's an option here in Vienna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(take my word - there are a lot who consider it an option and over compensating does nothing but make you smell like you took a baby-powder shower)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destination was one I'd heard some girls talking about. The Donauinsel - a manmade island dividing the Danube River - where you can ride bikes, swim, and picnic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I also heard it had Mexican food)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being me, I managed to miss the exit and wound up taking the U-Bahn all the way to Florisdorf - also known as the last exit on the U-Bahn. Whoops. But that was okay I told myself. I'll just explore this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWKeEne5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/3-8rzQLEczU/s1600-h/IMG_9462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWKeEne5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/3-8rzQLEczU/s400/IMG_9462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383514773694938002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, yah, it seems Florisdorf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I have just typed as Floris-DORK for the umpteenth time)&lt;/span&gt; is primarily a residential area with a couple scattered shops. Which, of course, are closed on Sunday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeterred&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or stubborn, take your pick)&lt;/span&gt;, I did a little window shopping and walked on and on until finally, FINALLY I found the River. I think. By then, I was too tired to explore so I collapsed by the river bank and tried to convince this Mama Duck I had no interest beyond that of a photographers in her little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUOQPCJ-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/LaNFs3i-Jsg/s1600-h/IMG_9425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUOQPCJ-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/LaNFs3i-Jsg/s400/IMG_9425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383512639676753890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert picture=""&gt;She didn't believe me, gathered her brood, and away they went, tossing quacks over their shoulder, which I'm sure were insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUNhM3eDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mOZwYRzqWLM/s1600-h/IMG_9427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUNhM3eDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mOZwYRzqWLM/s400/IMG_9427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383512627051198514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert picture=""&gt;The area of River I did see was lovely. Green and lush, with a breeze stirring the overgrown grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUPbL_-KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/y1cPMyPrkyM/s1600-h/IMG_9433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYUPbL_-KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/y1cPMyPrkyM/s400/IMG_9433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383512659796687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJGCCOlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/It3qJzCXSeg/s1600-h/IMG_9437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJGCCOlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/It3qJzCXSeg/s400/IMG_9437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383514750061787730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert picture=""&gt;I watched as people went windsurfing and boating and biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWIuvBu3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/qDu5TpAlT-c/s1600-h/IMG_9439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWIuvBu3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/qDu5TpAlT-c/s400/IMG_9439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383514743808047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert picture=""&gt;One day I'll be a big girl and try that out for myself but for now, I just watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I strolled a little farther down and found my duck family again. This time, just to tick of the Mama, I sat on a little park bench I found and, insulated from the rest of the world, laid down and relaxed and enjoyed my peaceful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJ6maijI/AAAAAAAAAXg/heUzf7wx16U/s1600-h/IMG_9453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJ6maijI/AAAAAAAAAXg/heUzf7wx16U/s400/IMG_9453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383514764173019698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJVDNFCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2CasEt60ZnU/s1600-h/IMG_9450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWJVDNFCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2CasEt60ZnU/s400/IMG_9450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383514754093224994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day. I found a bench, pestered a Mama duck, and oggled people. Overall, a productive day, wouldn't you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-8076082534402231639?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8076082534402231639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=8076082534402231639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8076082534402231639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8076082534402231639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrYWKeEne5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/3-8rzQLEczU/s72-c/IMG_9462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-151287908852487124</id><published>2009-09-18T08:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:38:45.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><title type='text'>Honey-breaded grilled zucchini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrOlrky6GLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kA6TeYb7f7Y/s1600-h/IMG_9485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382828147668031666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrOlrky6GLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kA6TeYb7f7Y/s400/IMG_9485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are as delicious as they sound. But how to make them - that's what you want to know, right? Surprisingly, they are amazingly simple to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you'll need: &lt;br /&gt;(1) Bread crumbs - the finer the better - it cannot be too fine!&lt;br /&gt;(2) Honey &lt;br /&gt;(3) Zucchini&lt;br /&gt;(4) Choice seasoning(s) for the bread crumbs - I go with simple salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;- First, slice up the zucchini, the thickness is up to you. I prefer about 1/2 an inch&lt;br /&gt;- Dip each slice in the honey - getting a nice, thin, sticky coat on there&lt;br /&gt;- Toss the slice into the seasoned bread crumbs (I use a bowl)&lt;br /&gt;- Transfer into a frying pan (no butter, no oil - nada). Set the heat on medium/low or medium (remember: the higher the heat, the faster they're going to cook so if you have thick slices, you don't want it too hot)&lt;br /&gt;- Nicely brown each slice (allowing enough time for them to soften)&lt;br /&gt;- Serve warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-151287908852487124?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/151287908852487124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=151287908852487124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/151287908852487124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/151287908852487124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/honey-breaded-grilled-zucchini.html' title='Honey-breaded grilled zucchini'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SrOlrky6GLI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kA6TeYb7f7Y/s72-c/IMG_9485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3509994415431700697</id><published>2009-09-12T02:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:28:55.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><title type='text'>Don't Pay Me No Mind...</title><content type='html'>You're going to see this site changing over and over again as I begin testing a new layout (widgets and gadgets - oh my). The theme/look may or may not change depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little warning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3509994415431700697?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3509994415431700697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3509994415431700697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3509994415431700697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3509994415431700697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-pay-me-no-mind.html' title='Don&apos;t Pay Me No Mind...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6987016189187789643</id><published>2009-09-03T07:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:17:14.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><title type='text'>We interrupt this program for this annoucement</title><content type='html'>Know anyone who needs a site design or redesign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather desperate college student - who just checked her bank balance and nearly wept - ready and willing to offer her services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send 'em my way folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will now return you to your scheduled program...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6987016189187789643?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6987016189187789643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6987016189187789643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6987016189187789643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6987016189187789643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-interrupt-this-program-for-this.html' title='We interrupt this program for this annoucement'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3645825444529463830</id><published>2009-08-30T03:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:28:06.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Seeing Vienna</title><content type='html'>So I think my school is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizers are friendly and helpful. Full of advice and how-to's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they really want you to get a full experience of Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tons of little extras that we, as students, get to enjoy at next-to-no cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to experience once of those extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a 3hr bus tour of Vienna, complete with a tour guide (hey Mrs. O!) who happens to be one of the History teachers for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we toured what many consider to be Vienna, we saw the Opera house, and the museums (didn't go in - we just saw them). Then went and visited a summer palace. She pointed out different statues and relayed their meanings. We also went up, up into the Vienna woods and drove along side the Danube River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it very enjoyable. I could have done an entire day tour and not minded at all. I got to see lots of places where I want to go back and tour a bit more - this time with my tripod so I can actually prove I've been there LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some of my shots from yesterday, including the one and only self portrait I have (somewhere, Jessica Lee is so disappointed in me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQnwawqBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/91qtGvbwJR8/s1600-h/IMG_9375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQnwawqBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/91qtGvbwJR8/s400/IMG_9375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375697749162371090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We started @ Belvedere, a summer guest palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQosnqzoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n_HRKc9iz88/s1600-h/Summer_palace+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQosnqzoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n_HRKc9iz88/s400/Summer_palace+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375697765322641026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Getting my panorama on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQnhDMopI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ko2RxE2upbg/s1600-h/IMG_9376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQnhDMopI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ko2RxE2upbg/s400/IMG_9376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375697745037009554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me and the palace (the one and only self portrait I have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQpLLBH1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MyiAX6TLkBU/s1600-h/Vienna_panorama+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQpLLBH1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MyiAX6TLkBU/s400/Vienna_panorama+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375697773523967826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Then up through the Vienna woods and then out again and when we emerged, this was our view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppSAmovANI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iWRMToxAnJg/s1600-h/IMG_9378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppSAmovANI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iWRMToxAnJg/s400/IMG_9378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699275544985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;An altar. Vienna is extremely Catholic so they have these amazing altars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppSAIW2_iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0cPD9-UTixI/s1600-h/IMG_9392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppSAIW2_iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0cPD9-UTixI/s400/IMG_9392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375699267416948258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A really cool building designed by a man who said everything didn't have to be so cut and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3645825444529463830?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3645825444529463830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3645825444529463830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3645825444529463830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3645825444529463830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/vienna-bus-tour.html' title='Seeing Vienna'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SppQnwawqBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/91qtGvbwJR8/s72-c/IMG_9375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2520939598897735476</id><published>2009-08-27T04:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:27:30.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>A New Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpZuegVl2VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CbP3HzKC3MY/s1600-h/IMG_9346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpZuegVl2VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CbP3HzKC3MY/s400/IMG_9346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374604675668891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've developed a routine here in Wien (pronounced: Vee-nuh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm goes off at 7a, I hit snooze until about 7:30a, hop in the shower, dress, eat, then leave for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are blessed to be in a location where the trolley runs right to our front door. So every morning, I hop onto the trolley and take it to the U-Bahn. There are two U-Bahns that I take. The final drops me in Stadtpark, which is a quick 5-10min walk to Johannesgasse 7 - AKA Palais Corbellis AKA My School (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip takes me about 50min (one of these days I'm going to try riding a bike and see how long that goes. You can rent a bike - known as the City Bike - for very cheap. In fact, the first hour of every ride is free so if I can make it to school in an hour, I'm set).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at 9am I have German for 2hrs 45min. Some days I learn a lot, others my eyes glaze over and I revert to Spanish. Like today. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free by 11:45a and depending on the day, I will either wander or go straight home. My trip home is the same I take in the morning, only in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the trolley drops me right at my front door and I climb the 4 flights of stairs to our "penthouse" apartment (penthouse because it's on the top floor). There is no lift. You should have seen our faces when we found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;out, suitcases in tow, Sunday. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the door and I always call out, "Hello". Just in case. I have two roomates now and do not want to startle them. But the greeting is always the same: silence. No one is home. They will be home hours later, after their own class has finished and they've made new discoveries in the city. But for now, it is just me and an apartment that has spent its day cast in shadows, windows closed, curtains drawn. The air is still and slightly muggy. There are no fans, no AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my job. Everyday, I bring life back into the apartment. I go to each window - two in the bedroom, two in the livingroom, and one in the hallway. I throw back the curtains and the room lights up. I turn the handles and the curtains billow with the influx of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment breathes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My routine is complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2520939598897735476?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2520939598897735476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2520939598897735476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2520939598897735476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2520939598897735476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-routine.html' title='A New Routine'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpZuegVl2VI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CbP3HzKC3MY/s72-c/IMG_9346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-629226963719682233</id><published>2009-08-24T11:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:30:01.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Lord, I am exhausted.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, seriously exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here and it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick overview: Got into Vienna (Wien - pronounced "Vee-n") on Wednesday of last week (OMG - almost a week ago!), took a bus from the airport to the Westbahnof, got spectacularly lost and wandered around for what seemed like hours (probably about 2), finally found the hotel and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I got up and met the rest of the IES Vienna group and we were all whisked away into the mountains to a tiny village called Mariazell, where we stayed and "bonded" (I put it in quotes because, let's get seriously, you know I didn't really "bond" with anyone. I hate being put in large social groups. I do not do well) until yesterday (Sunday). During this time we were introduced to the program, the directors, got some minor stuff out of the way and people drank. A lot. I did not. I sat in my room and cried at the lack of internet (a little. but it was on the inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out our room situations. I'd previously been told I was rooming with two girls and now found out we'd be sharing one room that had 3 beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly apprehensive thinking how we'd work but once we got here, we found a pretty big apartment. All 3 beds in 1 room but we're not "on top" of each other, we've each got desks, shelving, and a wardrobe. It's pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first "official day" of school - but not really. It was only the beginning of our German Intensive class. I'm in the Elementary I (meaning I don't speak a word) and my class with be for 3 weeks @ 9am. The others are reprieved until the afternoon I believe but I really do not mind because, seriously, this city is gorgeous and it's fun getting lost in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I did today. I wandered around, bought some stuff I needed, and eventually jumped on a U-Bahn (picture a subway) and took it way to far. So I got off, backtracked and started walking. And walking. And walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked really far and really long and finally gave up and called Bern because I was just so. tired. She was able to point me in the right direction (twice - ugh) and I got home pretty quick after that. Felt really nice to just sit and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much gotten everything caught up til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it must be picture time, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpFgCx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gph51OXSMMI/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpFgCx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gph51OXSMMI/s400/P1010205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613586116638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me in my apartment (you can't see anyone else's beds &lt;privacy,&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpFBOdCEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Hj01JPXlXPE/s1600-h/P1010191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpFBOdCEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Hj01JPXlXPE/s400/P1010191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613577844099138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best shot I got of St. Stephen's Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpEnWtYtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hglQVQWDwMc/s1600-h/IMAG0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpEnWtYtI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hglQVQWDwMc/s400/IMAG0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613570899403474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The many, many stairs we climb to get to and from our apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpEN1yfXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HObXTVGO0F4/s1600-h/IMAG0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpEN1yfXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HObXTVGO0F4/s400/IMAG0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613564050439538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm, lemon sorbet (and a view). Figured, I'm lost - why waste it?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpD94ArJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bnAzmc4uwy0/s1600-h/P1010169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpD94ArJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bnAzmc4uwy0/s400/P1010169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373613559764790418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our hostel in Mariazell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-629226963719682233?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/629226963719682233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=629226963719682233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/629226963719682233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/629226963719682233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/lord-i-am-exhausted.html' title='Lord, I am exhausted.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SpLpFgCx9UI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gph51OXSMMI/s72-c/P1010205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3531952661740250914</id><published>2009-08-18T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:59:00.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-scheduled post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>On My Way...</title><content type='html'>So, if you're reading this and it is approximately 3:00pm (PST) or after on August 18th, then the automatic posting for Blogger worked (yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I am sitting (or should be, at least) on the plane that is going to take me high, high into the skies for about 10 hours. There are 2 legs of my flight: The first is from Los Angeles to Frankfurt, Germany. Then, the second, Frankfurt to Vienna, Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I touch down, I will (if the airline hasn't lost my luggage...) take my bags and hop on the train for a 30min or so ride to the Westbahnhof station. My hotel is in walking distance of this station and I hope to be all checked in and settled by 5pm - 5:30pm latest (I know I am going to be exhausted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not 100% (or even 50%) sure how I am going to spend my evening but hopefully, I can recharge with just a catnap and then spend some time walking around my new home for the next 4 1/2 mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (the 20th) is a big, big day for me. This is the day that I meet with the rest of the IES Vienna students and we get whisked away into the mountains for our Orientation. There is a 99% chance I will not have any internet access well into next week, so do not panic. We're used to this blog being silent, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightie people. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the adventure begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3531952661740250914?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3531952661740250914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3531952661740250914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3531952661740250914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3531952661740250914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-my-way_18.html' title='On My Way...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-505009904127419878</id><published>2009-08-16T01:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:30:56.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><title type='text'>Because this is exactly what I need to do instead of packing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stayed up quite late putting this together. I'm not sure why but all of a sudden, I really wanted to do this. So I did and without further ado, I present my memorial video of the Tobey Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bad98b0c54bd786b" 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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbad98b0c54bd786b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BA711811D094ED4E8A11B229F661B23513F042.6145F174512E99F9A8CE6E0420AAE680904A3ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbad98b0c54bd786b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO6JV7NLONRnHX71DHzJ7zRNO1hk&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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbad98b0c54bd786b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BA711811D094ED4E8A11B229F661B23513F042.6145F174512E99F9A8CE6E0420AAE680904A3ECD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbad98b0c54bd786b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO6JV7NLONRnHX71DHzJ7zRNO1hk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-505009904127419878?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bad98b0c54bd786b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/505009904127419878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=505009904127419878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/505009904127419878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/505009904127419878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-this-is-exactly-what-i-need-to.html' title='Because this is exactly what I need to do instead of packing...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-8926788467532238478</id><published>2009-08-15T23:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:45:48.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>So Long Charlie</title><content type='html'>I am officially cat-less. On Tuesday, Charlie and I drove the 400+ miles to Auntie Vamps in Salinas (with a quick stop over in LA to drop Robby off @ Nana and Papa's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first tossing around the idea about going abroad, my one big reason for not being able to go was because I had the Boys. Well, Auntie Vamp quickly shot down my reasoning by graciously offering to take both Tobey and Charlie for the duration of my stay in Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Tobey managed to get out about two weeks ago and, even sadder, has vanished, which here, usually means he didn't make it. I've gone 10 rounds with myself over him getting out but in the end, there's nothing I can do to change the past and Charlie still needed a good home while I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Vamp's it was. Only first, we had to get through the car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Charlie was...shall we say...not too fond of the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with a sweet and short protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelPdPbNCI/AAAAAAAAATo/9p3DuU75Q_A/s1600-h/IMAG0079%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelPdPbNCI/AAAAAAAAATo/9p3DuU75Q_A/s400/IMAG0079%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370442765628552226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No thanks, I think I'll stay right here. These little peddle things make a cool backrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that didn't work, he resorted to screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelOosP3II/AAAAAAAAATg/KATIiuERvPE/s1600-h/IMAG0078%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelOosP3II/AAAAAAAAATg/KATIiuERvPE/s400/IMAG0078%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370442751522364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the road not at the camera, crazy woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after two hours of pretty much non-stop howling, he calmed down (read: passed out):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelQSBpeFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uIF0NvIlgW8/s1600-h/IMAG0081%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelQSBpeFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uIF0NvIlgW8/s400/IMAG0081%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370442779797846098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a ridiculously long amount of time, we arrived at Auntie Vamp's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoejeF37rUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yDjj5dQE3Xg/s1600-h/IMAG0089%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoejeF37rUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yDjj5dQE3Xg/s400/IMAG0089%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370440818030783810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, ground that doesn't move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make sure Charlie was adjusted to his new surroundings, I stayed a few days and listened as my little King schooled Auntie Vamp in exactly how he likes things done, including food never served above room temperature, belly rubs at any given moment, and unimpeded access to the chest when he wants a snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we snorted our "yah, rights" to that, I told her just to make sure he had food and water and a clean box and the boy was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Charlie has had a soft spot Auntie Vamp from day 1 (literally) and he was willing to negotiate the exact terms and conditions. Because he loves her, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelOP9XxhI/AAAAAAAAATY/ddvGj57FKx4/s1600-h/IMAG0084%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelOP9XxhI/AAAAAAAAATY/ddvGj57FKx4/s400/IMAG0084%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370442744883299858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Charlie man and his Auntie Vamp on adoption day (she clearly won his affections)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am back in San Diego and missing my little man very much. Auntie Vamp has already texted to say that he is getting along very well in his new surroundings and even has a new BFF - who just happens to be Auntie Vamp's BF. But even though he's being spoiled out of his mind right at this very moment with things I've probably denied him for the past year, you can see in his eyes how much he wants me back soon, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Soejdap4qAI/AAAAAAAAATI/cyOpe-ZdaP8/s1600-h/IMAG0090%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Soejdap4qAI/AAAAAAAAATI/cyOpe-ZdaP8/s400/IMAG0090%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370440806429140994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy woman, you won't get me back in that car alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-8926788467532238478?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8926788467532238478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=8926788467532238478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8926788467532238478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8926788467532238478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-charlie.html' title='So Long Charlie'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SoelPdPbNCI/AAAAAAAAATo/9p3DuU75Q_A/s72-c/IMAG0079%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5929937057663833396</id><published>2009-08-07T15:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:39:55.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>When Heartbreak Has A Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SnytTYxH7bI/AAAAAAAAASw/ioSFCnVBapw/s1600-h/bm-image-713178.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SnytTYxH7bI/AAAAAAAAASw/ioSFCnVBapw/s320/bm-image-713178.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367355404496399794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Tobey 2005-2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Charlie and I were blessed to have you for the last year (and FYI: this is why I didn't want you to get outside...you don't come back). See you in Heaven, baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5929937057663833396?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5929937057663833396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5929937057663833396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5929937057663833396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5929937057663833396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-heartbreak-has-name.html' title='When Heartbreak Has A Name'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SnytTYxH7bI/AAAAAAAAASw/ioSFCnVBapw/s72-c/bm-image-713178.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1664524256096539935</id><published>2009-06-17T21:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:32:59.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>What can you do when you already did your best?</title><content type='html'>So I got my grades in today. They're pretty much what I was expecting - and dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an A in Spanish. It was my last quarter and I have absolutely loved my teacher. I will miss him very much next year. I also got an A in Art (ok an A- but it's still technically an A). Another good teacher, a first timer for me, but there was a lot of work in the class and I had a few bumps, which I'm sure earned me that '-'. Then there was my marketing class. Ah, what a time suck that was. The teacher was great and I was getting good grades on my tests but there was a group project in this class that was oh so awful. And a particular girl in my group who went beyond awful and straight to 'made-life-a-living-hell'. She alone was the reason I had to stay up for 30+ hrs straight to clean up a mess she made so we didn't fail the project. Even with her, I would have had an A in this class if I'd done better on the final. But my grade on the final caught me completely off guard - a 74%, which pretty much solidified my B+. If I'd gotten just a few points more, I would have had an A- or possibily even an A. And then, my law class. On the surface, this class seemed pretty easy. Lots of reading, a little quiz each week to make sure you were doing the reading, and a 20 page paper at the end. The rest was just a round robin discussion of the topics. I thought I was doing pretty good. Right in the middle as far as participation. Didn't talk the most, but more than others. And I always thought I did pretty good on the quiz's. Lord knows I took like 4 pgs of notes for every reading! The paper kicked my rear, however. I've never had a problem writing a paper before but, then again, I've never taken a law class. Apparently, there are very strict rules. I wrote this paper - no joke - at least 3 times. And each time, I'd get a 'nope, not right' email back with lots of comments from the teacher. And each time I'd go back and find more sources, more information, etc. I was re-writting this thing pretty much right up until the deadline. Overall, I got a B in the class. Not a B+, a B. Why? I don't know. If I did as decent as I thought with the rest, then my paper must have really sucked lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those are my grades for the quarter - two A's and two B's. Pretty much an exact match to my first quarter at DU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty sucky way to end my first year - especially because I worked my butt off in the two classes that I earned my B's in. I met with that marketing group a minimum of 2x a week for 3+ hours each time. I spent entire Saturday's looking for new sources for my law paper because my teacher was convinced the sources I found had articles they themselves had written on my topic. I never found any. I would have used them, really, I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can you do when you've already done your best? I honestly cannot think of one thing that I didn't do for those classes - I gave 110% of myself. And I earned B's. Why? I don't know. But I know I did my best. Unfortunately, this time, my best wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just to reiterate, that really, really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1664524256096539935?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1664524256096539935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1664524256096539935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1664524256096539935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1664524256096539935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-you-do-when-you-already-did.html' title='What can you do when you already did your best?'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-262060893518282355</id><published>2009-05-30T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:28:44.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>It's Just Hit Me...</title><content type='html'>Monday is my marketing final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is my Art final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday my law paper is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Robby flies in to help me pack and paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my last day at Calvary Apostolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I'll do a final walk through of my apartment and then Phil, Robby, and I will pile into the Kia and head out. Destination San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year at DU is almost over. I can't believe it. I can't believe I'll be saying good-bye to Denver until January. I'll miss the amber and gold of Fall. The first snow. Skiing the first run at A-Basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will be things to replace it. Reconnecting with family and friends in San Diego. Snorkeling at La Jolla Cove. Las Vegas with the Lopez's. Jaden staying for a month! And of course, Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Denver, I will miss you. But when we meet again, oh, the stories I'll have to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-262060893518282355?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/262060893518282355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=262060893518282355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/262060893518282355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/262060893518282355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-just-hit-me.html' title='It&apos;s Just Hit Me...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6880586435505897462</id><published>2009-04-17T08:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:08:30.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I picked up The Kid last Wednesday. His plane was about 10min late and I was getting antsy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then he was there and all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even talked me into taking him right to KFC and then dessert at Dairy Queen. Spoiled? Where'd you get an idea like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went up to Arapahoe Basin and, after a little trial and error, he was skiing like an old pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of our big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-147a1952c14695d6" 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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D147a1952c14695d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D55C074135AEBEE461E9C95C76F99A630366012.17D75C9872AF585DCA6A3C641241C7953190F65B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D147a1952c14695d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9lLlq3yGGQGY6Lzc60LnAB78tKE&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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D147a1952c14695d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D55C074135AEBEE461E9C95C76F99A630366012.17D75C9872AF585DCA6A3C641241C7953190F65B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D147a1952c14695d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9lLlq3yGGQGY6Lzc60LnAB78tKE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6880586435505897462?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=147a1952c14695d6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6880586435505897462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6880586435505897462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6880586435505897462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6880586435505897462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1118066189174591298</id><published>2009-03-31T12:28:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:18:20.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Apparently, still under the control of the lazies...</title><content type='html'>otherwise, I'd get my frozen rear end inside Sturm where it's a temperature controlled 70 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooo, I'm playing the tough girl. Sitting outside, writing this blog willing the blue sky to actually beam down some warmth. Instead, there are some absolutely gorgeous, puffy white clouds blocking the sun and a brisk wind that sends chills to any flesh that isn't covered (like my fingers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're expecting snow. And Friday. And, even though my fingers are screaming for mercy, all I can say is bring it on because a week from tomorrow, Robby is going to be here and we're going to go skiing for two days and I want there to be plenty of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring on the snow. Come next week, it'll all be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1118066189174591298?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1118066189174591298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1118066189174591298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1118066189174591298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1118066189174591298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/apparently-still-under-control-of.html' title='Apparently, still under the control of the lazies...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5242833803086038059</id><published>2009-03-29T08:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:17:05.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay-zee's - I Haz 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sc-hoaIhAxI/AAAAAAAAASE/l7LX68QsT6k/s1600-h/bm-image-797858.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sc-hoaIhAxI/AAAAAAAAASE/l7LX68QsT6k/s320/bm-image-797858.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318647400529724178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Sunday morning to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being extremely lazy at the moment - in fact, I'm typing this on my phone, from my bed, and laying down. I could hardly get any lazier, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I have nothing to do - there's the homework for Spanish and reading for marketing but I just feel like laying here a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lovely 4 day weekend - I scrapbooked on Thurs., was a little under the weather Fri., and went out with some gals (&amp;amp; 1 guy) yesterday for lunch and a walk around the mall. Good thing too because I was getting a real case of cabin fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my plan is to be lazy for at least another hour, then get up and get ready for church (it's @ 2pm today). Somewhere, at some point, I'll do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, ain't  laziness grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5242833803086038059?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5242833803086038059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5242833803086038059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5242833803086038059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5242833803086038059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/lay-zees-i-haz-em.html' title='Lay-zee&apos;s - I Haz &apos;em'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sc-hoaIhAxI/AAAAAAAAASE/l7LX68QsT6k/s72-c/bm-image-797858.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6342621358667553092</id><published>2009-03-26T16:37:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:55:23.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovering Denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>'Twas a Cold and Blustery Day...</title><content type='html'>So I got a phone call at 6am. It was dark and all I heard was this buzzing and I grabbed my phone and mumbled, " 'Lo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ear was the DU automated recording telling me that due to expected snowfall today, school was canceled. Super I thought, thanked the machine and hung up. Then I proceeded to toss and turn and I just had, had, had to get up and see this snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. And there was nothing - on the ground or falling from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I was awake. At 6am. So I got up, made breakfast, dabbled with nothing and eventually, fell back asleep. I woke up again at 9am and - WOOHOO - snow was falling! And it continued to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, it was so insane, I just had to go outside and take a video. I had never seen anything like it before. Then I turned on the news and -wowza - we're under a blizzard warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my news for today. We're on blizzard watch (I think we can stop watching - it's definitely here), school was canceled, and I spent the day in my PJ's scrapbooking and watching really cool stuff like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17166bf4821f0a8a" 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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17166bf4821f0a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D525BBF35A6E9BC1F070DDABA4C74895B0D20BDA9.21D21185CA0F8FC21EE8715B48C126FB270DCBB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17166bf4821f0a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvvq5E2F934S2uC3312W03YgYiQw&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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D17166bf4821f0a8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D525BBF35A6E9BC1F070DDABA4C74895B0D20BDA9.21D21185CA0F8FC21EE8715B48C126FB270DCBB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17166bf4821f0a8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvvq5E2F934S2uC3312W03YgYiQw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6342621358667553092?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17166bf4821f0a8a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6342621358667553092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6342621358667553092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6342621358667553092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6342621358667553092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/twas-cold-and-blustery-day.html' title='&apos;Twas a Cold and Blustery Day...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-323573118235992455</id><published>2009-03-25T17:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:19:18.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>It's 7pm...</title><content type='html'>...and I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once 8pm rolls around, I am hitting the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news is reporting a major snow dump tonight - 8 to 15 inches! In preparation, I am making sure to close up my windows and I've got an extra blanket on standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea what effect (if any) there is going to be on school tomorrow. Tomorrow's my "long" day - from 10a - 6p. What's really stinky is that my 1st class is nearly a mile from my 2nd and walking all that way in 8" of snow is not my idea of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow, fun. School + snow = no fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-323573118235992455?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/323573118235992455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=323573118235992455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/323573118235992455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/323573118235992455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-7pm.html' title='It&apos;s 7pm...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-183585867644083171</id><published>2009-03-23T16:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:05:14.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Roll call please...</title><content type='html'>Spanish - A.&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Mass Media - A.&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Interactive Media - A.&lt;br /&gt;Foundations in Sociology - A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, baby. Straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-183585867644083171?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/183585867644083171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=183585867644083171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/183585867644083171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/183585867644083171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/roll-call-please.html' title='Roll call please...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3770947802431058057</id><published>2009-03-19T16:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:36:07.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><title type='text'>My View Right Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/ScLkjRYwyaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DfXFIPofyuw/s1600-h/182645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/ScLkjRYwyaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DfXFIPofyuw/s400/182645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315061804864424354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up in the mountains at a friends "cabin" (this place is huge) for 3 days of skiing and fun. Just thought I'd make y'all a little jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3770947802431058057?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3770947802431058057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3770947802431058057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3770947802431058057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3770947802431058057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-view-right-now.html' title='My View Right Now...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/ScLkjRYwyaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DfXFIPofyuw/s72-c/182645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2559259744072402500</id><published>2009-03-16T13:41:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:15:29.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>A Long Overdue Post</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've been busy. I just wrapped up finals for our Winter Quarter and so far, I know two of my grades - Spanish (A) and Innovations in Mass Communications (A). I'm still waiting to hear back on Intro to Interactive Media (I think I'll get an A) and my wildcard class, Foundations in Sociology. I very much so enjoyed this class but the first test we took I got a 76% on. My second I got an 89% (so, so close!) and the third I do not know yet. I also turned in an extra credit assignment that is worth 7% so if I get at least a mid-B on the 3rd test and at least partial credit for the extra credit, I'll pull in at least a B and I'm really hoping for that A. I did a lot of work on the extra credit assignment and I hope that it shines through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about all that. I have NEWS! I am going to Austria. I decided a week before the applications were due that I wanted to do this and so I ran around like crazy last week to get everything in order. Of course, as soon as I did, everything started falling apart, which meant I was picking up all the pieces. Tomorrow, one of those pieces is ::::hopefully:::: going to fall in place and I can stop stressing but we'll see. I have every hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also taken up skiing in the time since I've been gone. One of my friends, Phil, was so very nice and offered to teach me. So up we went and after a bit of a rocky start (too much sun + too many clothes = Katrina almost passing out), I. Loved. It. See my smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Klk3iO-I/AAAAAAAAARk/HWBwDe3RkR4/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Klk3iO-I/AAAAAAAAARk/HWBwDe3RkR4/s400/P1010102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907357244341218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ziggin'. I was zaggin'. I fell a few times but learned early on that falling in the snow was a lot less painful than falling in other places, so I was okay with that. And then I came to this hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7H9iUv0EI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fMBCsgBLpRI/s1600-h/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7H9iUv0EI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fMBCsgBLpRI/s400/P1010106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313904470343536706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hill and I had a love hate relationship. At first, I hated it. I did not want to go down. I wanted to sit and scoot on my butt the whole way but Phil wouldn't let me. Every time I'd look down it, I wanted to puke. It's a steeeeeeeep hill. This picture is actually from the 2nd time we went, when I could actually stop and not be afraid to whip out the camera. That first time tho...let's just say that, had I been Phil, I'd of smacked me upside the head and/or pushed me down that hill. It seriously took me the better part of an hour. I'm proud to say that I whupped its butt the next time out though (multiple times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, on to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these two pictures the day I first got back from CA (yes, that'd be in December). The boys were so happy to see me, they wouldn't let me out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7K7L9lI-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tboQdsh4ukw/s1600-h/IMG_7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7K7L9lI-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tboQdsh4ukw/s400/IMG_7918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907728515933154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7K5ouO1II/AAAAAAAAARs/x5hUNmeek4I/s1600-h/IMG_7912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7K5ouO1II/AAAAAAAAARs/x5hUNmeek4I/s400/IMG_7912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907701876446338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bubbah-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starts off catching them in a moment, where they pretend nothing is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7KkEvG9aI/AAAAAAAAARE/ieOvCbs85Zk/s1600-h/IMG_8031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7KkEvG9aI/AAAAAAAAARE/ieOvCbs85Zk/s400/IMG_8031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907331439195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they're caught in a hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7I29rwSXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HMUXOtV6xRs/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7I29rwSXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/HMUXOtV6xRs/s400/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313905456940337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before finally...they've given up hiding it and settle in for some real snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Kkb-u9aI/AAAAAAAAARM/kZK3y9J3VoU/s1600-h/IMG_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Kkb-u9aI/AAAAAAAAARM/kZK3y9J3VoU/s400/IMG_8122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907337678747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap things up, I had to throw in this picture of Tobey and my bear, Dumbell (don't ask. I still don't know how that name came to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Klfpf7bI/AAAAAAAAARc/BmhGEu3Qmog/s1600-h/IMG_8293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Klfpf7bI/AAAAAAAAARc/BmhGEu3Qmog/s400/IMG_8293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313907355843292594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, it's ok to say it: Awwwwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2559259744072402500?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2559259744072402500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2559259744072402500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2559259744072402500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2559259744072402500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-overdue-post.html' title='A Long Overdue Post'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sb7Klk3iO-I/AAAAAAAAARk/HWBwDe3RkR4/s72-c/P1010102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1148129765833203415</id><published>2009-02-18T10:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:47:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Do For an A...</title><content type='html'>....or at least (hopefully) a high B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit outside for 2 hours in 40 degree weather with WIND (oh my God the Wind!) so that I can observe patterns of behavior in students. So far I've observed that they are smart enough not to stay outside long enough to be observed cause it's frikken freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 13 more hours (over a period of a week and a half) to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1148129765833203415?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1148129765833203415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1148129765833203415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1148129765833203415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1148129765833203415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-do-for-a.html' title='The Things I Do For an A...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6199000565235269871</id><published>2009-02-13T18:53:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:36:51.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Stress. I has it.</title><content type='html'>Things have been a little tense here in casa de Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week started off fine but as it wore on, and I started picking out classes to take next quarter, I started entering everything into the spreadsheets (I have 3) that keep track of what I've taken, what I am taking, and what I will take so that I graduate on time (on time being next June). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started off looking great and I was quite happy in my ignorance...and then last night, quite on accident, it all unraveled. Spectacularly I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent today running around DU (got my exercise!) and, unfortunately, everything I had feared was true. Thus, we had to work out a new game plan for still graduating on time - a game plan that includes taking an entire year worth of science over the summer *ouch* and paying out of pocket **double ouch** for at least one course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least I found the problem now and not this time next year - right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should take a page from Tobey's book and just kick back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SZY7-epVQZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FvS4aF1DADc/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SZY7-epVQZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FvS4aF1DADc/s400/P1010045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302491555839689106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6199000565235269871?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6199000565235269871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6199000565235269871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6199000565235269871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6199000565235269871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-have-been-little-tense-here-in.html' title='Stress. I has it.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SZY7-epVQZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FvS4aF1DADc/s72-c/P1010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6053160692130231092</id><published>2009-02-13T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:52:06.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><title type='text'>Tobey's Got a Cruh-ush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1438c09e437ed122" 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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1438c09e437ed122%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BAE8A4C54A9D5DC4126E249F76219C519BF001.1BBD8C4B8A3282A200B72FEE8BB2C2E3A3D08C8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1438c09e437ed122%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHloz4sgJo8JvJc2v7AR5HzMYgCk&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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1438c09e437ed122%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330024749%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37BAE8A4C54A9D5DC4126E249F76219C519BF001.1BBD8C4B8A3282A200B72FEE8BB2C2E3A3D08C8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1438c09e437ed122%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHloz4sgJo8JvJc2v7AR5HzMYgCk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6053160692130231092?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1438c09e437ed122&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6053160692130231092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6053160692130231092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6053160692130231092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6053160692130231092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/tobeys-got-cruh-ush.html' title='Tobey&apos;s Got a Cruh-ush!'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1759203487397842646</id><published>2009-02-07T20:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:54:21.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Planning.</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again - time to start planning the classes for next quarter! Yes, we just had midterms - but since we're on a quarter system here, classes only go for about 10 weeks! Hard to imagine huh? But it definitely keeps you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going through the catalog trying to figure out what I still needed to take and struggling a bit because there were about 5 classes that I want/need to take and they're not offered! Ack, there is nothing quite like not being able to get into a class for whatever the reason. Frustrating is a nice word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was able to find 3 classes and I've got everything crossed I actually get into them (that'll be about 2 weeks from now). I also need to find one more class because the way I figured it out, between now and Spring 2010, I've got 16 class slots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have exactly 16 classes still to be taken. Hopefully I won't have any trouble filling up those slots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1759203487397842646?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1759203487397842646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1759203487397842646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1759203487397842646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1759203487397842646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/planning.html' title='Planning.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3769633555772441061</id><published>2009-02-06T17:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:53:37.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drooling'/><title type='text'>Can I Have It?</title><content type='html'>Please? Pretty, pretty please with a little white picket fence out front?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherrycreekinc.colorado.remax.com/Listings/AllPictures_r4.aspx?ETID=100&amp;amp;PID=65883701"&gt;Pbbbbbbbb-lease.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3769633555772441061?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3769633555772441061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3769633555772441061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3769633555772441061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3769633555772441061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-have-it.html' title='Can I Have It?'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3658986881286675503</id><published>2009-02-04T15:36:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:06:43.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Got some unexpected results...</title><content type='html'>...from two of my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was the Sociology test that I took last Wednesday. I thought I had done pretty well but today I got it back and nope, much, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; worse. I'd had my fingers crossed for a low A but had prepared myself for something in the mid-high B's but I was nowhere near prepared for a 76% &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that's a C/C+ for those of you who haven't had to worry about grades for awhile)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait 24hrs to see the test again but I'm going to made a point to review it to death so that I can see exactly where I went wrong. There were 50 1pt T/F or Multiple choice questions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I got 8 wrong)&lt;/span&gt; but there were also 5 essays worth a total of 25pts. I got 15!!! 15 our of 25? That's awful. Painfully, consumingly ... awful. I'm going to meet with the gal who graded it to see what she was looking for and see if I can't eek out a few extra points &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe a low-low-low B - I mean, 10 pts off is like saying I didn't do 2 out of 5 of the questions)&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I can't, at least I'll have some notes to make sure I do it right the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, right after I took that very painful grade-dagger to the chest, I went to my Spanish class to find out that the grades for the Spanish test we took yesterday were in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, he has very quick turn around)&lt;/span&gt;. Spanish has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by far) &lt;/span&gt;my easiest class, so I wasn't thinking about it too much until I saw the red inked 91.5% scribbled across the top. 91.5%!?! But that's...so much worse than last time. That's almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gulp)&lt;/span&gt;...a B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm a tad worried about the Mass Communication test I took on Tuesday. I haven't been worried at all but now, seeing as I, unknowingly, went into the other two with blinders on, I am definitely going to be squinting at that upper right hand corner when she hands it back - just in case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kinda like the whole 'cover-your-eyes-but-peek-through-your-fingers' bit)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what grade comes back on the Mass Comm test, there are still two tests in a row I should have done much better on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have an A in my Spanish class, have no idea in two other classes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interactive Media and Mass Communications)&lt;/span&gt;, and a very painful 76% in Sociology &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because all that counts in Sociology is the 3 tests that we take!!! He did offer us an extra credit assignment that's worth up to an extra 10 percentage points - I'm almost 100% that means a full letter grade - and I will be taking him up on that)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. What a way to be brought down to earth, huh? Just goes to show, something's been off this quarter and I need to figure out what it is, fix it, and step up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3658986881286675503?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3658986881286675503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3658986881286675503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3658986881286675503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3658986881286675503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-some-unexpected-results.html' title='Got some unexpected results...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-762252441470534889</id><published>2009-02-02T01:45:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:16:05.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>A Case (Against) Naps</title><content type='html'>So Saturday night around midnight, I got a text asking me what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, since midterms are this week, I was doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, I agreed to meet up with some friends. I got in around 2:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today (Sunday). About 5pm, I decide to close my eyes. I woke up at 9:45p - and only then because I heard a text come through on my phone. WHOOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is 2:52am (Monday) and I am not the least bit tired. Luckily class starts at tomorrow at noon and I am seriously hoping some form of exhaustion sets in soon otherwise I stand a real chance of passing out right there in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing to come out of it is that I've used the extra time to do a little work on one of my midterms Tuesday morning. My teacher gave us the questions we'll have (2 essays) and suggested we outline the content that we want to include. I'm not allowed to bring in anything but she said memorize the outline and that will help out. Tuesday I also have another Spanish test - I need to get on that, I'm quite behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Thursday, my Interactive Media project is due and that one is just tying me up in knots. The project is a big pain in the butt, really only because I don't 100% understand it. So I'm hoping to schedule some 1-on-1 time with the teacher and make sure that what I've put together is on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my news. It's 3am and I am awake. And not the least bit tired. Gr&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;vy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update: 4am - still awake. WIDE awake. Just fired off the outline for essay question #1 to Mass Comm. teacher. Still making use of this time. Fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: 5am - still awake. Not so much WIDE but still enough to know that if I lay down now, I'd stare at the ceiling for awhile. Got the 2nd essay question all worked out. I'm really comfy with this question, so no need to email her on this one. I also emailed my Interactive Media teacher and requested that meeting (see? still making use of my 'awake' time!) so I'll wait until a decent hour to check for a response from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear cars starting up and traffic on the roads (light but there). When I do eventually get to bed, I better be able to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-762252441470534889?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/762252441470534889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=762252441470534889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/762252441470534889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/762252441470534889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-against-naps.html' title='A Case (Against) Naps'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1780554646507197393</id><published>2009-01-31T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:02:45.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vengence'/><title type='text'>Annoyed.</title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever the smart*** is who signed me up for all the junk email, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how much I appreciate getting the emails about Viagra, Russian Brides, "Add 2+ inches NOW", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope to realize who you are, you anonymous do gooder, and return the favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1780554646507197393?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1780554646507197393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1780554646507197393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1780554646507197393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1780554646507197393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1550529469078868849</id><published>2009-01-30T00:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:17:09.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovering Denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>I. Am. In. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Denver Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that this library is offering FREE e-book downloads? I'm talking about REAL e-books. The kind you would pay for on sites like mybookstoreandmore.com (great site!) and it completely saves a trip to the Library itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! With just a few mouse clicks, I can be browsing hundreds of books that with just another click will be downloaded onto my computer for my enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you go about getting anything in a painful wad, the download is only temporary (21 days - just like if you'd done a traditional checkout), and you can't save the book (well, I am sure there's some way to do it :::as there is with everything:::) but I am just so in love with the features, I'm happy just as things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, ain't love grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1550529469078868849?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1550529469078868849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1550529469078868849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1550529469078868849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1550529469078868849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-607312988836802385</id><published>2009-01-28T22:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:59:04.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><title type='text'>Houston, We're live!</title><content type='html'>So, what do you think? How do you like the new look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I love the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't remember what the old one looked like, I thought I'd refresh your memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SYFOmuJJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhygYOY0obc/s1600-h/old-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SYFOmuJJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhygYOY0obc/s400/old-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296601063892843186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think of the new look? Do you like the old one or the new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-607312988836802385?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/607312988836802385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=607312988836802385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/607312988836802385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/607312988836802385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/houston-were-live.html' title='Houston, We&apos;re live!'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SYFOmuJJ-rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xhygYOY0obc/s72-c/old-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-7791089784120537174</id><published>2009-01-28T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:13:53.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Socs test - done. over with. fin-e-to. bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results - next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go chew my nails now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-7791089784120537174?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7791089784120537174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=7791089784120537174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/7791089784120537174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/7791089784120537174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3244690927628241315</id><published>2009-01-26T21:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:43:34.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>Keep an eye out...</title><content type='html'>we'll be getting a new look here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I had a Spanish test last Wed. Just got the score back today:  98.5% - woot!&lt;br /&gt;PPS. My first midterm is Wednesday. No prayer will be turned away (unless the gist of it says something like, "Dear God, please let Katrina fail...").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-3244690927628241315?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3244690927628241315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3244690927628241315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3244690927628241315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3244690927628241315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-eye-out.html' title='Keep an eye out...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2861179298874925063</id><published>2009-01-23T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:21:47.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Scammers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpddLVgfdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0yv94I8eeXc/s1600-h/IMG_8126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpddLVgfdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0yv94I8eeXc/s400/IMG_8126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294647067768028626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. They may look all cute and sweet and innocent now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpddYHQi4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uLfORJJ8KKE/s1600-h/IMG_8134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpddYHQi4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/uLfORJJ8KKE/s400/IMG_8134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294647071197924226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you walk into the room and see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpdcsIRMXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nXzvwUU59kk/s1600-h/IMG_8177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpdcsIRMXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nXzvwUU59kk/s400/IMG_8177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294647059391000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Tobey is the one trying to get back on my good side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2861179298874925063?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2861179298874925063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2861179298874925063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2861179298874925063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2861179298874925063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/scammers.html' title='Scammers.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXpddLVgfdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0yv94I8eeXc/s72-c/IMG_8126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-4500426959156586315</id><published>2009-01-22T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:37:31.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blog'/><title type='text'>Cheating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXjw4PAguzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8n4mqXUD_bU/s1600-h/bm-image-752335.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXjw4PAguzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8n4mqXUD_bU/s320/bm-image-752335.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294246210866035506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Apparently I've been doing a lot of walking. I am aware of this because when I went to get up at the end of class today, my feet did not want to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how much walking? About 12 miles this week. It's usually more around 16 but Monday was a holiday. But still, 12 miles? That's a lot of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am treating myself to a Light Rail ride home. Because today is Thursday, it's not saving my feet really. I walk an extra mile - mile and a half every Tues and Thurs because the Mass Comm building is in No Man's Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in reality, I walk more than 16 mi a week but shhh, don't tell my feet. I'll let them go on thinking I'm cheating by taking the Light Rail home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think I'll make it a Tues/Thurs tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good to me (and my feet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-4500426959156586315?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4500426959156586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=4500426959156586315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4500426959156586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4500426959156586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/multimedia-message_22.html' title='Cheating.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXjw4PAguzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8n4mqXUD_bU/s72-c/bm-image-752335.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5501084082111944356</id><published>2009-01-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:16:23.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blog'/><title type='text'>An Idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXikxlFIf_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/LhRJCw9f4cA/s1600-h/bm-image-769800.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXikxlFIf_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/LhRJCw9f4cA/s320/bm-image-769800.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294162533648203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This blog should be called The Long WALK Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5501084082111944356?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5501084082111944356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5501084082111944356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5501084082111944356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5501084082111944356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/fw.html' title='An Idea.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SXikxlFIf_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/LhRJCw9f4cA/s72-c/bm-image-769800.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1415557103513523089</id><published>2009-01-13T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:38:12.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>You can practically see the wheels turning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RIrIEpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fwYbTx16VAU/s1600-h/IMG_8004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RIrIEpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fwYbTx16VAU/s400/IMG_8004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017373011677842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mmm, me likey the cake batter..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RtKQhOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5Xbq_vxJjjA/s1600-h/IMG_8019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RtKQhOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5Xbq_vxJjjA/s400/IMG_8019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017382805931234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Different form, same great taste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RVoCURI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6f8SlgsN1rI/s1600-h/IMG_8020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RVoCURI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6f8SlgsN1rI/s400/IMG_8020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017376488378642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She won't notice just one missing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14SyiFRPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SpncCNCnFqU/s1600-h/IMG_8021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14SyiFRPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SpncCNCnFqU/s400/IMG_8021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291017401427903730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aha! Gotcha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1415557103513523089?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1415557103513523089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1415557103513523089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1415557103513523089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1415557103513523089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-practically-see-thought-process.html' title='You can practically see the wheels turning...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW14RIrIEpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fwYbTx16VAU/s72-c/IMG_8004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-8689677623642936088</id><published>2009-01-13T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:55:02.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blog'/><title type='text'>I ran into a brick wall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW0YwIyWrMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kygwT9jwJwM/s1600-h/bm-image-727729.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW0YwIyWrMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kygwT9jwJwM/s320/bm-image-727729.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290912352501673154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and this is all I have to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no injuries, nothing like that. It's just another notch in my car's "I-hate-snow-and-I-hate-ice-even-more" belt. Luckily, I was going really slow...slow enough to watch my car reverse itself in the middle of the road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-8689677623642936088?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8689677623642936088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=8689677623642936088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8689677623642936088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8689677623642936088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-ran-into-brick-wall.html' title='I ran into a brick wall...'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SW0YwIyWrMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kygwT9jwJwM/s72-c/bm-image-727729.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-484868949011504220</id><published>2009-01-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:56:40.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-4324561228665085098</id><published>2009-01-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:55:41.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWuuhHaWmjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCd5ioU7Lw4/s1600-h/bm-image-795822.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWuuhHaWmjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCd5ioU7Lw4/s320/bm-image-795822.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290514071225276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's a good thing I decided not to walk this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-4324561228665085098?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4324561228665085098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=4324561228665085098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4324561228665085098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/4324561228665085098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWuuhHaWmjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCd5ioU7Lw4/s72-c/bm-image-795822.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6040717025474442944</id><published>2009-01-09T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:06:39.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Workin' On Our Trust Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWe3C_N2hSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g5Y90Yo86hA/s1600-h/bm-image-734944.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWe3C_N2hSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g5Y90Yo86hA/s320/bm-image-734944.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289397549327090978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first adopted Tobey, the guy at the animal rescue told me there were a few "things" I needed to know before making my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important was that Tobey was never going to be a 'lovey' cat. He didn't like to be held, he tolerated being pet, and well...he was stand offish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am here to say yup, all that is true and he forgot to mention one other thing - he bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was sure (read: stubborn) that my winning personality would eventually win this little guy over. Which brings us to today. I was sitting on the couch absently watching T.V. and petting Tobey at the same time when he bit my hand. We'd been working on this, so I bopped him on the nose and sternly told him "no biting" and then, as he was giving me the stink eye (it was a good bop), I picked him up as I normally do to show him I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, imagine my surprise when he didn't immediately wriggle out of my arms but instead stretched out and, even more surprising, promptly fell. asleep. Asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I let him enjoy until my back reminded me that the position I was in was not conducive to comfort so I moved a bit which caused Tobey to jump up and resume his previous stink eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't come anywhere near me since but he was so kind as to let me snap this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell just by looking at him how much he loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6040717025474442944?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6040717025474442944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6040717025474442944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6040717025474442944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6040717025474442944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/workin-on-our-trust-issues.html' title='Workin&apos; On Our Trust Issues'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWe3C_N2hSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/g5Y90Yo86hA/s72-c/bm-image-734944.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-8916977335615191897</id><published>2009-01-08T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:59:57.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>This Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWbAFTdxXvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HEwkugoTSqg/s1600-h/bm-image-713068.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWbAFTdxXvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HEwkugoTSqg/s320/bm-image-713068.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289126009750249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know you're loved when you wake up nose to nose with this ... either that or he's lulling me into a false sense of security and one day I'll wake up nose to...something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** shudder ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-8916977335615191897?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8916977335615191897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=8916977335615191897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8916977335615191897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8916977335615191897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-face.html' title='This Face'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWbAFTdxXvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HEwkugoTSqg/s72-c/bm-image-713068.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-6877419487234805150</id><published>2009-01-08T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:56:04.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovering Denver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><title type='text'>The Glory of Washington Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWahMqOTptI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vWbHnjsMaTE/s1600-h/bm-image-706490.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWahMqOTptI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vWbHnjsMaTE/s320/bm-image-706490.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289092051258025682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Washington Park - one of my favorite places here in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are in the middle of winter so the trees aren't quite so green...and the flowers are, well, they're in hiding until Spring but Washington Park is gorgeous in any color - even white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is a mobile blogging test - but I thought I'd dress it up with a pretty picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-6877419487234805150?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6877419487234805150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=6877419487234805150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6877419487234805150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/6877419487234805150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/glory-of-washington-park.html' title='The Glory of Washington Park'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWahMqOTptI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vWbHnjsMaTE/s72-c/bm-image-706490.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5045388317922083284</id><published>2009-01-05T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:48:53.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Denver'/><title type='text'>First Day, Winter Quarter</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day of our Winter Quarter. Winter Quarter runs from January to mid-March. Yup, you read that right: 3 little months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is pretty easy: Intro to Sociology Mon/Wed, Two Digital Media courses Tues and Thurs, and Spanish M-Th. On Monday, I go in at 12p and I'm out by 3. Tues/Thurs is a little more challenging. I start at 10a (no, that's not the challenging part) and do not get out until 3p. In that time frame, I get two 10 minute breaks. One of those 10 minute breaks will be spent running (literally) from one end of the campus to the other and then up four flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-friggin-hoo. I'm so not excited about Tues/Thurs. as far as scheduling goes. I am excited about the classes, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. That's my news. Oh, and, for my first day, I had a lovely cold. Yes, I spent my time in the classroom sniffling and dripping and trying not to sneeze. It was quite enjoyable. I'm sure I made many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if that wasn't enough, there was one other thing that just sort of...popped up. I've posted a picture to give you a better idea of what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWKarNWkNMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3G9RXCtYp0A/s1600-h/IMG_7997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWKarNWkNMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3G9RXCtYp0A/s400/IMG_7997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287958979595744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah...do you see any, er...prominent points that might stand out in this picture? Look closer...do ya see it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-hmmm. I have absolutely no idea where it came from. It just appeared. I hope that tomorrow, it takes a cue, and just as quickly disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm sure I made some great impressions today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5045388317922083284?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5045388317922083284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5045388317922083284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5045388317922083284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5045388317922083284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-winter-quarter.html' title='First Day, Winter Quarter'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWKarNWkNMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3G9RXCtYp0A/s72-c/IMG_7997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2183605260520479929</id><published>2009-01-03T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:28:51.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrift Store treasures'/><title type='text'>Thrift Store Saturday</title><content type='html'>My love of thrift stores has not changed since coming to Denver. In fact, almost my entire apartment has been furnished with Thrift store finds. My favorite one, ARC, is about 5 minutes away and every Saturday they have a 50% off sale of everything in the store - less one color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I made it a habit to go every week because I could always find something I needed and ARC never let me down. Even though the apartment is 98.5% completed, I still find myself there every Saturday, looking for that other 1.5%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the picture I still need for over my T.V. and in between the two bookshelves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_M9CTRkkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6JlmuJ3GBu8/s1600-h/IMG_7952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_M9CTRkkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6JlmuJ3GBu8/s400/IMG_7952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169836518052418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should work nicely, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWAQmCv6tvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zRVjGo1zqmY/s1600-h/IMG_7961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SWAQmCv6tvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zRVjGo1zqmY/s400/IMG_7961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287244208291886834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat condo to keep my cats from using the couch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Qa1Au6MI/AAAAAAAAANw/pwZBNpdGuRc/s1600-h/IMG_7955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Qa1Au6MI/AAAAAAAAANw/pwZBNpdGuRc/s400/IMG_7955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287173646881581250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course...if one cat decides to be King, he does risk the chance of being overthrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Ib6iIuVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/q9mWtoVvv4s/s1600-h/IMG_7944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Ib6iIuVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/q9mWtoVvv4s/s400/IMG_7944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164869450709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the book ends my 'big books' need to hold them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_QbruUqoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yCFyVEv1rb4/s1600-h/IMG_7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_QbruUqoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yCFyVEv1rb4/s400/IMG_7957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287173661568313986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These seem to be doing the job quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Ici_m-rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kwnuSgVdEbM/s1600-h/IMG_7941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_Ici_m-rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kwnuSgVdEbM/s400/IMG_7941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164880311745202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, speaking of books, of course I am always looking to expand my book collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_QbMMSkbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/L9mNLxX-81k/s1600-h/IMG_7953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_QbMMSkbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/L9mNLxX-81k/s400/IMG_7953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287173653104071090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a nice start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_O6NA3g6I/AAAAAAAAANo/1Vs1jPLVkhU/s1600-h/IMG_7932-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_O6NA3g6I/AAAAAAAAANo/1Vs1jPLVkhU/s400/IMG_7932-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287171986877285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you see why I love this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not included in today's post but also purchased: A pair of jeans for Robby, a picture for Berns' kitchen, a basket for under my coffee table, and the perfect creame shaggy bathmat. Total spent? $30.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2183605260520479929?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2183605260520479929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2183605260520479929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2183605260520479929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2183605260520479929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrift-store-saturday.html' title='Thrift Store Saturday'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV_M9CTRkkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6JlmuJ3GBu8/s72-c/IMG_7952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2300726262197045469</id><published>2009-01-02T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:34:35.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovering Denver'/><title type='text'>In a Library mood</title><content type='html'>Last night I realized something: I have been in Denver for almost six months and I have absolutely no idea where the local library is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had to rectify that so I immediately hopped online and found one a little less than a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon, I headed on out and discovered our little hidden gem - sitting almost indistinguishable from the neighborhood houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the biggest place and their romance section didn't even cover one entire shelf...but I did find these authors so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV6Up5X_aDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X2Cotl9JH7k/s1600-h/IMAG0166%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV6Up5X_aDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X2Cotl9JH7k/s400/IMAG0166%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286826460076533810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if I require anything else, I can just order it in from a bigger branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one particular book I was looking for but they didn't have it or anything else by the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd read the first one in the series, Seducing His Wife, awhile back and immediately wanted to find the next one but haven't had any luck.  So I went onto Amazon and ordered it for $4.00. This is winging it's way to my mailbox right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n39/n195967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n39/n195967.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2300726262197045469?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2300726262197045469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2300726262197045469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2300726262197045469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2300726262197045469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-library-mood.html' title='In a Library mood'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV6Up5X_aDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X2Cotl9JH7k/s72-c/IMAG0166%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2141587929720201848</id><published>2008-12-31T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:03:05.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Happy to Be Home</title><content type='html'>The bags are waiting to be unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0uOnAjfZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RaXbcg1BFVA/s1600-h/IMG_7881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0uOnAjfZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RaXbcg1BFVA/s400/IMG_7881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286432366127185298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house sustained only minor damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0vHc3IP6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rJXKfr7D2a8/s1600-h/IMG_7884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0vHc3IP6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/rJXKfr7D2a8/s400/IMG_7884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433342655840162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys survived being left alone for 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0w3-AxBgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6HwQ8zWegQU/s1600-h/IMG_7887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0w3-AxBgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6HwQ8zWegQU/s400/IMG_7887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286435275699979778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/178CANON/IMG_7881.JPG" alt="" /&gt;All is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2141587929720201848?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2141587929720201848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2141587929720201848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2141587929720201848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2141587929720201848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-to-be-home.html' title='Happy to Be Home'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SV0uOnAjfZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RaXbcg1BFVA/s72-c/IMG_7881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-9076092657650949991</id><published>2008-10-29T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:58:58.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><title type='text'>Not dead, I swear.</title><content type='html'>Whoops, looks like it's been awhile since I posted an update. I'm sorry but it was midterms. And then the midterms recovery period (I'm still recovering). Whoosh, it was touch and go there for awhile (that CS exam nearly did me in) but I made it through. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am extremely proud to say not only did I go out that last time but I had an amazing time and I now have a great core group of friends here in Denver. We have not stopped going out and I just have so much fun with them - it's a great way to get over the stresses of school, kick back, relax and laugh. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my update. I am still loving Denver, I am making friends and ... Life is Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixYEIiS2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OZ3kzD3ixOc/s1600-h/l_7d456cd1b37a4c889975d0ec5fd25b54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixYEIiS2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OZ3kzD3ixOc/s400/l_7d456cd1b37a4c889975d0ec5fd25b54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262651191566945122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixX4ToopI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5LmUq_asIJc/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixX4ToopI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5LmUq_asIJc/s400/P1010043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262651188392272530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixXRnlY3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qlDHR3efNS0/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixXRnlY3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/qlDHR3efNS0/s400/P1010043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262651178006963058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-9076092657650949991?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9076092657650949991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=9076092657650949991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/9076092657650949991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/9076092657650949991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-dead-i-swear.html' title='Not dead, I swear.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SQixYEIiS2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/OZ3kzD3ixOc/s72-c/l_7d456cd1b37a4c889975d0ec5fd25b54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-8610917675473135542</id><published>2008-10-10T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:27:07.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; the heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midterms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><title type='text'>Life During Midterms</title><content type='html'>Are you seeing the time on this post? No? Well, it is 1:12AM. Waaay past my bedtime - except that I got home a little after 12AM and I just haven't fallen out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been I.N.S.A.N.E. I never really fully comprehended the idea of 'midterms' OR all the pressure that comes with them. This week I had 2 midterms: Spanish on Monday and Digital Media Studies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(DMST)&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday. The Spanish one I studied like crazy for ... but the DMST, I was fairly confident in so I didn't do too much. Now, just two days later, I have the results in for BOTH - 91% for the Spanish and 94% for DMST! How is that for irony? I did better on the one I didn't stress over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think there's a message in there somewhere....)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT week my schedule looks something like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;- Philosophy midterm 10AM / Spanish composition due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;- HUGE project due in Computer Science (my most challenging course). I'm lucky we're working with partners but seriously, this is the most work I've EVER done in my classes! And then right after, I have an oral presentation in DMST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;- study for Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday &lt;/span&gt;- Midterm 12p for Computer Science. Seriously, my partner and I are getting together almost every single day for at least 2 hours to go over the stuff in this class. It's a lot to take in (and remember!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that schedule just make you cringe? I mean, yikes! I will be so happy when it is all over. I like challenge, but wow, it's comin' all at once and it's like a freight train you just cannot outrun. I just hope I don't get run over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow though, I have been invited &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by 2 people - which is better than 1 because it's a big group thing and it's better to have more than 1 contact in a group)&lt;/span&gt; to go to a party for one of the guys in my Orientation group. Apparently, we are going to dinner and then 'out'. I tried to pump some info on what 'out' meant but no 100% answer on that. Guaranteed fun, however, and right now, I am totally and completely ready to have some FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so long as I can get out of bed Saturday and resume Life During Midterms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-8610917675473135542?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8610917675473135542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=8610917675473135542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8610917675473135542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8610917675473135542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-during-midterms.html' title='Life During Midterms'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2577698277306388021</id><published>2008-10-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:57:28.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vandalism.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><title type='text'>Vandalized!</title><content type='html'>So as I was heading out this evening to go work on a school project, I noticed that it was starting to sprinkle. I didn't really think too much of it and I went on my merry way. 2 hours later, I was headed home and the rain had picked up. If there is one thing I really don't like, it's driving at night in the rain. But anyway, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that I'd locked my bike up to the outside rail and I realized I'd better bring it in if I didn't want to show up to class tomorrow with my rear end soaking (the downside of having a fancy seat: It's well padded and therefore, holds water very well). So I went outside and unlocked the bike. It only took me about 2 seconds to realize something wasn't right. Sure enough, I look down and my front tire is flatter than a pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Griping to myself, I continued the trek through the rain to the door of the apartment (about 15 feet LOL) and got maybe another 5 steps before I realized that the front tire wasn't just flat - so was the back. I couldn't believe it! I stopped, right there with the rain coming nice and fast, and squatted down and immediately saw the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole those little things that screw on to the air hole. I cannot believe it! Seriously, c'mon! And of course, I have a test tomorrow (my first midterm) and I've been putting off studying for it so I really needed to buckle down tonite and just do. it. Which means I am not going anywhere tonight and that tomorrow, I'm going to have to take the Light Rail to school and then afterwards, run to Walmart and try and find those little plug things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have other stuff to do. It's MIDTERMs the next two weeks - I don't have time for this stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the great idea of keeping my bike outside. I'd rather just take it up and down the stairs. Well, actually, I'd rather keep it outside but short of gluing those things down, I don't see anyway to  make sure no one steals those little do-dads again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, grrr, those are my thoughts this late Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-2577698277306388021?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2577698277306388021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=2577698277306388021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2577698277306388021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/2577698277306388021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-as-i-was-heading-out-this-evening-to.html' title='Vandalized!'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-3854139074665989642</id><published>2008-10-01T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:47:45.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahem, for those of you who do not know, when I say 'Happy Hump Day' I am referring to Wednesday. Just to clarify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have I said how gorgeous Denver is? I mean, when you think about it, cities aren't all that pretty. There are tall buildings and cars and noise and all the stuff that comes from lots of people in not all that big of a space...but Denver (or at least my corner of it) is probably the cleanest city I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten over the worst of my cold (now just to get rid of this annoying cough) and this week I'm back to riding my bike. Wow, I missed it. The cool mornings, the wind in my face, the flex and pull of my legs as I race to school. I even missed riding home (which I have gotten so very good at). Now it only takes me about 1/2 an hour to get home - and I found out that I don't have to carry my bike up to my apartment every day - there is a bike rack at the back of our building. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of the gals from my Orientation week showed me where the Light Rail (picture an above ground subway and you've got it) station is on campus. I had absolutely no idea that you (I) could take my bike on it! But it turns out you can and it is great! It also turns out that we live only a few short blocks from each other, so that was neat too. I can definitely see myself taking the Light Rail when the weather turns too cold to ride (I'm not crazy enough to ride through ice or snow...even with my trusty helmet). And the stop is only about 3 blocks from my apartment so its nice and close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my classes are already talking about midterms! Wow, I feel like I just started and now we're halfway done. Some are as early as next week, while others are the following so I guess I'll be doing a lot of prep work this weekend. Right now, my most challenging class is Spanish - and it's the only class that has 'real' tests because we've got vocabulary and such to memorize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite class is the Computer Science course that I am taking in lieu of Math (best choice I ever made). This semester we're using Java to design games and it is A LOT of fun and quite challenging as well. I think my background in CSS/HTML helps in understanding formatting and such but the actual code is quite different. I'm really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have decided on my minor (which I'll probably be declaring sometime this week - by that, I mean informing the school of my decision). I've chosen marketing because it's something that will come in handy at any of the bigger corps that I apply to. I haven't really done much research into what it all entails but I know I'm up for it so I'll probably grab some of those classes next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everyone is happy and healthy. Tobey managed to swallow something that he's been trying to clear from his throat but it doesn't seem to irritate him so I'm not worried (and no, it's not a hairball). Charlie is still the more rambunctious of the two (which is odd because he's older and I originally though that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;would settle Tobey) but when he gets in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; he's the one that'll headbutt you and demand attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and, good news, I have lost at least 1 jean size. Woot, woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightie, well that concludes the break I have today. I'm supposed to meet with the Digital Media Studies counselor in about 15 minutes so I'd better start heading over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures of the kits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFi1TsRxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tRoS06rjqyw/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFi1TsRxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tRoS06rjqyw/s400/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258792660027154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjJjTQxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iKPLYGhxAeA/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjJjTQxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iKPLYGhxAeA/s400/P1010003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258798094205714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjedx09I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6OQeiEIQw00/s1600-h/P1010153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjedx09I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6OQeiEIQw00/s400/P1010153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258803708187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjutfgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zOQPLcTM89Y/s1600-h/P1010155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFjutfgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zOQPLcTM89Y/s400/P1010155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258808069062994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFj7cA1NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GhoBednPTvo/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFj7cA1NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/GhoBednPTvo/s400/P1010178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258811485410514" 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/6817485340241456617-3854139074665989642?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3854139074665989642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=3854139074665989642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3854139074665989642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/3854139074665989642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SOPFi1TsRxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tRoS06rjqyw/s72-c/P1010014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-1333064139936410821</id><published>2008-09-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:59:42.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden of the Gods'/><title type='text'>Under the Weather.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the silence but I seem to have caught the cold that is going through my morning Philosophy class. I swear, at least 70% of the people there have symptoms ranging from the sniffles to an an outright hack-up-a-lung cough - including the chick behind me. Of course, I also went and rode my bike to school on Monday with wet hair - AND on Saturday I kind of got caught in the rain without a jacket while we were at the German Festival (I got to spend the weekend with Vamp and her bros and we totally took in the sights of CO Springs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure that all of those things combined have brought me to where I am now - wallowing in Claritin-D and toilet paper (next time, I'm buying the tissue - my nose will thank me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I thought I'd post some pictures from our adventures this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJN25YoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Difse0DOgag/s1600-h/062-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJN25YoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Difse0DOgag/s400/062-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770157759881858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJEb1HYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IeCicNXGYCM/s1600-h/063-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJEb1HYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IeCicNXGYCM/s400/063-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770155230436738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJt-jj0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/pJYX3NWLRRg/s1600-h/066-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJt-jj0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/pJYX3NWLRRg/s400/066-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770166381940546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJk3LDRI/AAAAAAAAAII/9-pwBh72kgY/s1600-h/068-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJk3LDRI/AAAAAAAAAII/9-pwBh72kgY/s400/068-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770163935055122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I thought I'd introduce you to the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNru4SHY-CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Cy3i8oNAlDQ/s1600-h/034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNru4SHY-CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Cy3i8oNAlDQ/s400/034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770966356654114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNru4jn0PxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W640jmXFiYE/s1600-h/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNru4jn0PxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W640jmXFiYE/s400/038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770971056062226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Tobey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-1333064139936410821?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1333064139936410821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=1333064139936410821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1333064139936410821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/1333064139936410821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather.'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/SNruJN25YoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Difse0DOgag/s72-c/062-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-7759577012733700187</id><published>2008-09-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:01:28.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Colorado.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-post.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitfalls of biking.'/><title type='text'>Bicycle Update</title><content type='html'>So the Walmart out here thinks I am a total flake. I brought in a bicycle on Sunday (the one I purchased the week school started) because the brakes had gone out. I traded it in for a Schwinn thinking, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey, it's quadruple the price of the one that broke - that means it's better quality, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! First of all, I couldn't actually test the bike out until I got it home (which I did...after scratching up the rear end of my car trying to get it in the trunk..grr). So the lack of testing means that I missed the fact that the seat was not secure. As in, when you get on it, it immediately pitches forward (or backward, or to the left or right depending on which way you set your weight). So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still tried it out. Monday was a disaster. The bike was heavy, the seat kept trying to eject me, and I barely made it to class. I ended up walking the bike home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I went out and bought myself a proper backpack (sooo in love with the backpack) and I took my 2nd bike back to Walmart. Of course, Glover Luck held and the same gal I'd returned the previous bike to took this return as well. I explained the problem and she looked at me like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's a Schwinn...there's nothing wrong with it,"&lt;/span&gt; and recommended some bike place around the corner. Valiantly (read: stubbornly), I told her I was sure I could find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now on my 3rd bike. I rode it to school Tuesday and was so bruised on my behind, I walked it home BUT I liked it. It was just as light as the first bike and it rode well except I had forgotten just how hard that first seat was (one thing I will give to Schwinn - they make a comfy seat...if it would just hold still!). So, a new bicycle seat later and I can officially say, I really, really like this bike! The seat is SO comfy and I made it to school in great time. And best yet, I am not afraid of the ride home - even though it is considerably warmer today (that means it's probably in the low 80s). It's kind of funny because Monday there was a chill in the air and snow in the mountains. I was kind of hoping that trend would continue but alas, the sun is out and I guess I'll just have to deal with the lovely breeze that comes through the trees every few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado is so gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-7759577012733700187?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7759577012733700187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=7759577012733700187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/7759577012733700187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/7759577012733700187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/bicycle-update.html' title='Bicycle Update'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-5380984743645962447</id><published>2008-09-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:46:00.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitfalls of biking. Out of shape. Woe is me.'/><title type='text'>A quickie.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in Philosophy class (we're on break) and I am still taking some deep breaths over the ride here this morning. I don't know what/where I went wrong but this morning kicked my butt. To the point that I barely made it up the first block before I was heaving and huffing like it had been 10 years off a bike instead of 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had to stop at the store because I was about to pass out (those who have seen me work out at the gym - just picture me in our aerobic class with purple lips, etc). I gulped down some water but even that didn't help too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to class with 2 minutes to spare instead of the normal 20 min early. Seriously, something went way wrong this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a couple hours, I get to do it again but this time. Up hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817485340241456617-5380984743645962447?l=thelongroadhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5380984743645962447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6817485340241456617&amp;postID=5380984743645962447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5380984743645962447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/5380984743645962447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/quickie.html' title='A quickie.'/><author><name>Katrina 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6817485340241456617/posts/default/8263035477583156440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelongroadhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Katrina Glover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01476156815817048776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zebUrr5P5G4/Sf02-L7aULI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1ErhTpMXPMA/S220/000214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817485340241456617.post-2686861762562059679</id><published>2008-09-04T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:41:01.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Share'/><title type='text'>Orientation Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hV3lXdTuIh8"&gt; 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