<?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-35304606</id><updated>2011-08-18T12:36:24.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of Elia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-9082513039141040094</id><published>2008-02-10T21:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:03:36.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new site</title><content type='html'>So I'm taking after my siblings and getting my own domain and using my .mac and Iweb to create my own website. my new domain is &lt;a href="http://www.superelia.com"&gt;www.superelia.com&lt;/a&gt; but I'm having technical issues. I'm waiting for my brother to get done with whatever he's doing, church I think and help me. but that's going to be the site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-9082513039141040094?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/9082513039141040094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=9082513039141040094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/9082513039141040094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/9082513039141040094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-site.html' title='new site'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-458674609319679650</id><published>2007-12-13T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:44:17.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. So I'm 25 and I feel like I'm going through a quarter-life Crisis. Kind of like a mid-life crisis except I'm not mid-life. I'm not really sure what it is but I keep having this feeling that something needs to change. I'm not exactly sure what, but I want something to be different, I want to move, or get a new job or something. I've been in the same apartment for almost two years, I've been a the same job for just as long. Me and Mark have decided that when are lease ends in April, We will most likely move in with Mark's Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, and not at the same time. I'm excited about the idea of not having rent and being able to save the money or use it to pay off my debt. (lucky mark doesn't have any) Oh Another random side note of interest. Mark and I have been going to this new church that's like two block from mark's Grandma's house. And we REALLY like it. It's called Praise Christian Center or PCC for short. It seems to fit us more. Anyways starting Jan. 9th they are going to start Financial Peace University and me and Mark signed up for it. Anyways back to the move. I'm also excited about the fact that as I just mentioned it's going to be really close to our new church. My hope is that I'll volunteer more. I always dragged my feet when it came to helping out at our old church because it was so far away. I also think it will be okay moving in with Mark's grandmas because although there may be two women in the house, all she ever does is sit in her chair and read her newspaper. So it's not like we'll be fighting over the kitchen. So I get to change things the way I want. Although I can like throw her stuff away or anything, but I can rearrange. And it will also kind of be like having a house, where I can work in the lawn, and have a garden etc. The only thing that I'm nervous about is that fact that It's not my house so I need to be careful to not overstep my bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so that's a change, but it's not happening soon enough. I'm really just starting to feel like I need to change my job. The problem is I don't know if I want to change jobs in the same profession or not. The longer I'm at my current job the more I don't like going in. It's mainly the people I think. I like that I can come and go when I please, That I don't have set hours, but that's not that big of a deal. My actual job is okay I guess but I'm not excited about it. Most days I feel like I just want to close the door to my office and not talk to anyone. I"m not really sure what that's about, since I get along with most people. There is just something about this job I"m not liking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then that makes me think about what would I do. For a while I thought I wanted to be a Financial Advisor, but the more I look into that Job I could not do it at all. I think the actual Advising part of the job I would be really good at. Helping educate people what to do with their money. However the first two years of the job are mainly sales based. A lot of calling and networking, and contacting people. Which I could not do, I mean I couldn't even Sell girl scout cookies let alone insurances. I've never liked asking people I know to buy stuff.  I've been thinking about being like an Investors Assistant. or working at a bank somehow. I've put in an application for an Administrative Assistant to Investors for U.S. Bank. So maybe. But that's a job change in the same field which I don' t know if I want to stay in the field. So now I feel like I'm at a point where I feel like I"m in limbo. Because at least with wanting to be a Financial Advisor I was working towards a goal. Working towards the change but now I'm kind of at a stand still. I've been trying to think of other jobs that might interest me and I'm just not sure. Mark suggested that I could do something in Sign Language and it's just not making me excited. I had thought about being a chief since I like cooking so much, But I really don't want to go to another type of school. I've been in school so much. So I don't want to go to culinary school. And I also don't really like the idea of all the random hours. I got really used to this 8-4 or 9-5 M-F job. And at a restaurant It would not be like that.  I thought about maybe being a Flight Attendant, which actually sounds really interesting to me. But then those hours really are random including over nights and holidays. Plus I'd have to be in a union. I"m still thinking about it though. There is this Flight Attendant Information thing at the Holiday Inn by the airport this Sat. that I might go to. But I'm still not sure. I really don't know what I want to do, or what I want to be. I just know I want a change.  Does anyone have any good suggestions? Let me know if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-458674609319679650?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/458674609319679650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=458674609319679650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/458674609319679650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/458674609319679650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/12/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-5316724379784317021</id><published>2007-09-24T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:49:13.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Decision.</title><content type='html'>So I know that it has been a real long time since I have written in this blog. As my last blog says, I got engaged. And now only four months later I'm married and have been for just over a month. Our original wedding date was going to be June 21st 2008.  Because the pastor of our MN church requested a year of advanced notice. Then we decided it was more meaningful to us to have my brother preform the ceremony. So we no longer needed to wait a year so we moved our wedding up to March 21 2008. Well as wedding plans went underway everything just started spinning out of control in my mind. So me and mark discussed it and came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mutual&lt;/span&gt; decision that we didn't need to wait that long. So we called our entire family and decided to have our wedding August 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2007 so basically 6 weeks from the date we decided change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in my opinion turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. My sister did the most amazing job of being my wedding planner. The wedding was perfect. But to me the best part was my daddy being able to walk(roll next to me) down the isle. He sounded so proud when he said "I DO" when he was asked "who gives this woman to be married." Secretly I had been unsure if he would say anything because he hadn't said much when I talked to him about me getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that I moved the wedding up since my father passed away on Sept. 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2007. He was able to be apart of my happy day. My daddy could see his baby get married. My mom had asked afterwards if I felt like something was up, that I needed to move the wedding up so drastically. I don't think I knew anything about my daddy being ready to pass soon. But for some reason I knew that we couldn't wait. I had kept telling mark prior to moving the date up, that "I didn't necessarily want a wedding I just wanted to be married" I wanted to fly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt; and just get it done. I didn't know then, what I know now, as to why the wedding needed to be moved up. I just know I felt a deep sense of urgency that we needed to get married soon an we couldn't wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; March. So I want to thank my now husband Mark, for allowing me to move the wedding up. And To thank my family, and Mark's family. I know it was somewhat of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; but thank you for your help. Maggie, the wedding was beautiful thanks, for making it happen. Oh and thanks Abe for being so flexible in allowing us to move up the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad daddy was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-5316724379784317021?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/5316724379784317021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=5316724379784317021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/5316724379784317021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/5316724379784317021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-decision.html' title='My Decision.'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-4058862655755746945</id><published>2007-05-06T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:39:31.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, I just wanted to annonce to all that I am Engaged! It was a total surprise. One of my friends Dan was visiting from Wisconson. and He, me, Mark, and a mutual friend Sarah all went out to Olive Garden since none of us had seen Dan for over a year. So that's what I thought the "special occasion" was for. But nope. It was because Mark was planning to ask me to marry him. So for all those in washington, It was hard to take a good picture of the ring. So here is the picture of the ring from the store's website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rj6HQgAPC3I/AAAAAAAAABE/8Cm0Wjf6QPg/s1600-h/Elia%27s+Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061631748749593458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rj6HQgAPC3I/AAAAAAAAABE/8Cm0Wjf6QPg/s320/Elia%27s+Ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know It's so pretty. I LIKE IT! Okay so far the plan is to have the wedding in the spring of 2008 around May or June. right now the tenative date is June 21st but we may change it to May. Also so far it's looking like the plan is to have the Wedding Ceremony in Washington and Then haveing a reception in Minneapolis. That way everyone gets to be a part of it. well that is all I have to say.... I'm ENGAGED!! YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-4058862655755746945?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/4058862655755746945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=4058862655755746945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/4058862655755746945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/4058862655755746945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rj6HQgAPC3I/AAAAAAAAABE/8Cm0Wjf6QPg/s72-c/Elia%27s+Ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-1873430247631742033</id><published>2007-04-24T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:27:40.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Guys</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, So yea I know I've basically haven't written anything within the last three weeks comming up on three months. But in my defense that is because I've started classes again. For those who don't know I've gone back to school for my Masters in Buisness Administration. I actually like it. Although I am busier and I'm not really used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so let me see.. what have I done these past couple of weeks. Oh me and Mark took Forrest and Olivia (nephew and niece) to our churches Easter egg hunt. It was funny Olivia didn't really want to leave my side the entire time untill she the actual hunt started. Then she was like grabbing every one she could see. It was great. Then the weekend after that (two saturdays ago) Me and Mark went to a Tax cut ralley at the St. Paul State Capital. It was fun we made signs the night before and were holding them up and shouting. It was estimated that there was around 5 - 7 thousand people there. But the news and the newspaper downplayed it by saying that only "dozens" showed up to the ralley. Which just goes to show how left-winged and liberal biased the news media is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... Then last week I didn't really do much. I wanted to go for a bike ride but there was a threat of rain. And the last time I went biking in the rain it was not fun. So hopefully next weekend it'll be sunny enough. I'm really excited about riding my bike this year. I think I would have to say that Spring is by far my favorite season. In the summer it can get too humid and that's never fun. In the fall, yes it's pretty but it's just depressing because you know winter is comming soon. And witner is just cold. In the springs although it does rain quite often, when it's not raining every day is just so nice and your  much happier about it because your coming off the cold winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this spring/summer I'm going to venture out to diffrent yard sales. Not for clothes or anything but for vases, puzzles, games, maybe furniture if it's really cheap. Not that I really need this stuff but I had gone out searching for yard sales a while back because we need child seat to keep in mark's car for when we took the kids, and I had alot of fun. It was nice to venture out into diffrent parts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Mark is getting more involved with schooling. He's actually starting a new group in school. He's going to head up the MCTC (Mark's College: Minneapolis Community and Technical College) chapter of the "College Republicans." Which is kinda cool. He want's me to be just as excited. Which I am happy that he's getting involved with school but I don't go to that school so it really has no affect on me so I can't be as excited as he wants me to be.  But he's doing that... oh and he's contemplating changing his major from Criminal Justice to Political Science. Although it's just a thought. My theory is because he enjoys Politics so much ( I think he's addicted) but at the same time he doesn't know what he want's to do with it.  With that degree he could become a political advisor, or a teacher (although I don't see Mark as a teacher), he could even be a Politician. Personally I'd prefer him to become a political advisor over a Politician. I've heard of alot of politicians that tend to comprimise their integrity and I don't want the pressure of the job to do that to him. But so far it's just a thought Mark hasn't decided anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways So far that's everything that's been going on in my life. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-1873430247631742033?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/1873430247631742033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=1873430247631742033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/1873430247631742033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/1873430247631742033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry Guys'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-2711740888468737383</id><published>2007-04-04T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:03:19.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home bound??</title><content type='html'>Okay So this is a blog because I want people's input. But mainly I want to here from Maggie because I know she's lived through both scenarios that I'm going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started on the day of the circus. where a little disagreement started between me and mark. but since we were around friends we didn't finish it. But did continue it later on in the week. So on the day of the circus we were all in the car driving to to the circus. And the conversation started talking about schools and I had mentioned that me and mark had discussed that If we could afford it we would most likely send our kids to a private school. That's when mark mentioned that he thought it would be a good idea to homeschool our kids. Then I responded with who's going to do that because I"m gonna work. So we didn't finish that conversaton. that day but we did finish it like two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the conversation I understood that not necesarily when we got married. But when we had kids Mark was expecting me to quit my job and be home with the kids. Which I have never been planning to do. And don't get me wrong, don't think i'm bashing home mom's because I"m deffinetly not. But I don't think that it's for everyone. And personally I don't think it's for me. Well at first Mark said that I shouldn't worry about it because he would be working. Which was him missing the point (as usual) He thought it was all about income. Which for me it's not the income. I wasn't worried about the money.  And really I can't explain it but to me the idea of staying at home just doesn't appeal to me. Mark kept asking me why I was being so selfish and wanting to work instead of wanting what was best for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me sound like I don't care about my kids  I just wanna do what I wanna do. But isn't there somepoint where a person shouldn't do something. In my mind I'm not looking to ever quit my job and be with the kids. but if it ever happened that I did stop working I can just imagine myself being depressed at home because i'm doing something that doesn't make me happy. Which if I was in that state of mind I doubt I would be a good parent. And I do want the best for my kids. and I think I would be a good mother. But I don't think that I have to stay home inorder to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be a great mom even if you work and have to send them to daycare. And not really when they are older. Because when they are older and in school it's easier to have a job. But mainly when they are younger and haven't started school. For Mark it wasn't really the issue of homeschooling. He thought it would be nice since in his mind I was home "anyways." but It was really the development that happens before they go into school.  In the first four years. So then Mark suggested that maybe I only stayed home for those first few years. Untill they went to school, and Then I could go back to work. Which I'm not so sure I would even want to do that. But i'd be more inclined to, but even that would only work if we had one kid. Becuse if you have more than one kid, it's not just four years. depending on how many you have, i'd have to wait untill the LAST one goes off to school before I could go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even brought up to Mark that I was afraid of if I stayed home that I'm going to want to "go do something" when he got home just to get out of the house. And Mark was like when your older you don't do the "college" go out everynight. You just stay home with the family. Which just makes me feel like I would never leave the house for anyreason. I know yes i'll leave the house when I have to go to the grocery store or something like that but really I'd have very little human interaction. Just because now I know Mark likes to either be on his computer, or watch t.v. or some sport. And I know when that happens it's VERY hard to have a conversation with him or even get his attention. I just have this fear that I would become so Isolated from everyone. because I would be home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Mark understands what I'm saying. I know he just wants what would be best for our kids. But inorder to be a good mom do I have to stay home? Is it possible for me to work while I still have kids. I know lots of people do so yes I know it's physically possible. But if I didn't stay home would I be depriving my kids some how since basically all research says that kids end up better when there is a strong central family and the mom stays home. So If I don't stay home would my kid have problems. And is there an age before my kid hits school where it would be okay to go back to work and have my kids in some type of child care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay ladies... give me your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-2711740888468737383?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2711740888468737383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=2711740888468737383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/2711740888468737383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/2711740888468737383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-bound.html' title='Home bound??'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-8800900751802450385</id><published>2007-03-30T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:39:31.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday My work had free tickets to the Circus!! It was so exciting. I was like a little kid. Mark and Jeanette kept laughing at me. Although I was partly distracted because my camera was doing wierdo things. Okay so here are pictures They are not the best quality but that's because my camera was running out of battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0by6sWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-Uwi86aYlMQ/s1600-h/CIMG1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047721318914879186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0by6sWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-Uwi86aYlMQ/s320/CIMG1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of just a random clown driving around in a loop. In front of the entrance. He was kinda goofy. It was funny watching little kids get scared of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0cdqsWbuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PpOa43Jtfv4/s1600-h/CIMG1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047722053354286818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0cdqsWbuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PpOa43Jtfv4/s320/CIMG1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the opening act. You can't really tell from the picture. But He's on a motor cycle. And he's going up and down the wire. And a lady is hanging off it. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0biKsWbsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dl_ki2kKcyk/s1600-h/CIMG1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047721031152070338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0biKsWbsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Dl_ki2kKcyk/s320/CIMG1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was intermission. They brought all the animals out and the kids got to ride them. It was so not fair. I totally wanted to ride an elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0gY6sWbvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KJDLW6AgALI/s1600-h/CIMG1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047726369796419314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0gY6sWbvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KJDLW6AgALI/s320/CIMG1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite Part was the ELEPHANTS. It was great. I was so excited through the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was alot of fun. I really enjoyed the circus. I"m glad I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I start classes on Monday the 2nd. So I'm excited about that. Okay I'm going now BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-8800900751802450385?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/8800900751802450385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=8800900751802450385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/8800900751802450385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/8800900751802450385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/circus.html' title='Circus!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0by6sWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-Uwi86aYlMQ/s72-c/CIMG1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-2178613666797366117</id><published>2007-03-27T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:39:34.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Mama Screaming begin</title><content type='html'>Okay So I have to tell you what I did this Sunday. ANd I"m TOTALLY anticipating a Mama screaming session. So Maggie, you have to tell me if I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this Sunday, Me, Mark, Jeanette and Mark's friend Ben went to the Gun Range. I gotta tell you it was SO much fun. It can get addicting. Me and Jeanette had a lane. and Mark and Ben had another lane. At first Me and Jeanette only bought one box of bullets oh and we rented a 9mm hand gun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/RgmDKiaYysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SFJv-jfZtnQ/s1600-h/Gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046709074504764098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/RgmDKiaYysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SFJv-jfZtnQ/s320/Gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gun looked like this. I found this picture online so I don't know if this is the "exact" gun. but this is what it looked like. Ben has the most experience with guns so he taught me and Jeanette how to properly use the Gun and how to load the bullets etc. So we loaded the bullets. At first I was all nervous just even touching the bullets. But after we finished the first box just kept getting more and more. Me and Jeanette Ended up only getting 3 boxes. Oh and there are 50 bullets per box. By the third box I was a totall pro, well at least at loading the bullets. Aiming was a diffrent story. I was taught how to aim properly. But the kick back always got me that it never ended up where I aimed. I did get a few decent shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a lot of fun. The guys were funny. Mark was all giddy excited. and of course being a gun range there were not very many girls there. So all the other guys were just in amazement that we were there. And kept asking Ben and Mark "how did they do it" "how did they manage to get us girls there." it was funny. Then they kept telling me and Jeanete that we were amazing because they couldn't even get their wives to go to the gun range. It was fun. Then this group of guys like two lanes over had some extra bullets and offered me and Jeanette the opportunity to shoot thier Assault Rifle. here's a picture of what one looks like. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/RgmFdiaYytI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4AEPQsK-pSQ/s1600-h/ar+gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046711599945534162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/RgmFdiaYytI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4AEPQsK-pSQ/s320/ar+gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just the gun in the picture not the jacket. Anyways that was fun. and surprisingly enough It didn't have as much of a kick back as I thought it would have. Although the aiming was wierd. So I inadvertanly aimed too high and shot the wire that holds up the little paper guy that your suppose to shoot at. Yea well I hit that wire and it all fell. I felt so bad. But apparently that it happens alot. Then Mark let me shoot the gun that he had rented which looked like mine but was more powerful. Which yea. the first time I shot it, I got surprised with how much of a kick back it had. But it was fun. Mark did make fun of the way I was standing. He said I was standing like a "charlie's angels girl" whatever that means. So yea that's what I did this Sunday. It was fun. We want to go back but I doubt we'll go back this weekend. It's kind of an expensive hobby. Well that's what I did. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-2178613666797366117?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/2178613666797366117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=2178613666797366117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/2178613666797366117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/2178613666797366117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-mama-screaming-begin.html' title='Let the Mama Screaming begin'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/RgmDKiaYysI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SFJv-jfZtnQ/s72-c/Gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-7692658214728851302</id><published>2007-03-25T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:09:16.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem in Mayville</title><content type='html'>So last night Me and Mark went to a play. It was very exciting to me. I've been asking Mark to go to a Play with me for a while. like a LONG while. Usually he says okay when I ask to go to a play. But then when I actually start to look for plays, they are either too expensive. Or the play doesn't look interesting. Basically there is always a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this past Saturday I got my wish. North Central was putting on this play called Mayhem in Mayville. It was a dinner theater. But it was also a "who done it" mystery.  It was a lot of fun. The people at our table for some reason thought me and Mark were hilarious. I don' t really know why. But they kept laughing at all the side comments were were making. It was an interactive play so that was a lot of fun. It was fun being a kind of detective and conspiring on who did it. But I enjoyed it. It just shows that after enough nagging and asking and begging you'll eventually get what you want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-7692658214728851302?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/7692658214728851302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=7692658214728851302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/7692658214728851302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/7692658214728851302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/mayhem-in-mayville.html' title='Mayhem in Mayville'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-6093588437682186585</id><published>2007-03-22T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:00:38.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does growing up have to be so lonely?</title><content type='html'>Okay just to clarify I'm not really lonely but mainly I miss the college days. You know those days where there is always a friend around or if your in your dorm and your bored you can just climb a flight of stairs and be in your friends room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was refelcting on my life this past weekend. And it was getting me kinda sad. It just feels like the older I get the harder it is to hang out with my friends. I miss having a group. I have sparatic friends but I don't have a "group." Okay to clarify to have a "group" means to have a group of friends where it's just understood basically everynight you hang out unless something specific comes up. But the dynamics of the group have to be specific. You need to have more than two people. Three doesn't work, unless the three are all the same gender. Right now I have the makings of a group but not quite. I have me, and mark (obviously) and my friend Jeanette. I can hang out with Jeanette all I want and it's great. but It's becomes harder if I want do hang out with Mark too. Then it becomes the three of us and it doesn't work. Jeanette starts to feel like a third wheel even though she's friends with and gets along great with Mark. So the solution to this is to add a fourth person. However it has to be male. If we add a female there will be an imbalance of genders and mark will feel surrounded by girls and then wouldn't want to hang out. So we need to add a male that gets along great with Mark. but also gets a long with Jeanette. So far with Mark's friends from work we haven't found a match. WE could add two more people so long as one of them is male. (once you get four you can add people with out having to worry about gender it all just becomes fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember used to having these groups. Me, Tiffany, Cyle Jesse and Adam would all hang out. Almost everyday. Nothing really even had to be planned we would just go to one person's room or a common area and just hang out. We would laugh and be silly. Then we got older and started being more involved with other things. And it was harder for that group to hang out. Then I had me, Sarah, Andre', Elizabeth, Dan and Mark. That was fun. It was rare that all six of us got together. But we were all such good friends that we got along no matter who was missing. Then Elizabeth and Dan moved away. But me Sarah, Mark and Andre would still hang out basically every night.  At least every weekend. Then Andre moved away. and the balance got thrown off. And now I Rarely see Sarah because she's busy. or doesn't want to hang out with my "new" friends (her and Jeanette have never met) Although I try and get everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss most is the ability to just get together in one place. Have nothing "planned" and still have a great time. Even if it's just talking or playing games. I have a closet full of games but most of them you need at least 4 people to play and have fun. Now I have to plan ahead of time "dates" with everyone just if I want to see them. Everything used to be so spontaneous. Tiffany and Cyle have a baby and one more will be due in like 1 1/2-2 months.  So it's hard for them to hang out. Me and Mark have responsibilities with Marks' family so we can't always hang out. I'm going to see Tiffany this week but we had to plan a "date." and Jeanette, me and Tiffany are trying to plan a night to have a girls night but so far nothing yet. Jeanette I think is occasionally busy but basically is Just as free as me but with less then four people it gets boreing just sitting around everynight. When me manage to have a fourth pearson come over it's generally one of the funnest nights ever. I've been praying that God will bring some into our lives that is male for mark and also gets along with Jeanette. or another couple that I get along with the female and Mark gets along with the Male. but it feels like the older I get the less likely this will happen. Even when Jeanette had a boyfriend we didn't get together often because he was always busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss the "simple life" This weekend we were all free. and we all wanted to hang out. but nothing happend because we couldn't think of something to "do." or rather we couldn't agree on something to do. When we used not have to DO anything. I was talking to Mark about this and he understood. but basically said that it's what happens when people get older. Which is true. It's no one's fault. People get older and the move away, or they get a family.  Jeanette even says that I'm not as avaliable because I have to have my "Mark" days. But I miss it. I miss the mutual understanding that we would all just get together that night even though nothing was planned. Now I have to set aside time. I have think of something to "do." Why does growing up mean you have to start planning your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really saying I'm lonely. I just miss college days. Especially friend wise we were all in the same boat. We were all young and single. Now some of us are married, some are married and have kids. Some are nearly married or at least in an extremely serious relationship (me). And others are single. I have single friends that I rarely get to see because there Idea of hanging out is going to clubs, or going to bars for the specific purpose of picking up men. And I obviously have no desire to do that.  Which is a complaint that I hear from Jeanette alot. She want's to hang out but she wants to go "Out on the town" go to a Jazz club, or go to a highly populated area where basically people only go there to "meet" new people. which I'm not into. Mark's not into.  Just Why does growing up have to be so planned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-6093588437682186585?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/6093588437682186585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=6093588437682186585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/6093588437682186585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/6093588437682186585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-does-growing-up-have-to-be-so.html' title='Why does growing up have to be so lonely?'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-186427691664157310</id><published>2007-03-21T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:28:15.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone mark your calanders. Today is March 21st and Blogger finially forced me to switch to the new blogger. I looked for a way around it but I didn't see one.  So it finially happened I've swithched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I got a repremanded by the mama yesterday. She called me last night around 11:30 ( I was still up so she didn't wake me) because she missed me and went to my blog to catch up on my life. and the Nerve of me. I hadn't posted anything new. After talking to mama, I was thinking about why I haven't posted. and mainly it's because I don't think I have anything worthy to post about. Sometimes I feel like my life is boring. But then I was thinking that I had alot to talk to mama about. Which is all blog worth material so my excuse is no longer valid. Besides I'm sure even if I think it's boreing mama will want to hear about it. So I know I've said this before but I'm going to try and make a point to blog at least everyother day. for sure at the end of the weekend. More things happen to me on the weekends. I've even followed after my sister and made a list. Except mine isn't a to do list it's a "topic" list. I'm not giong to mention them all now. I want to spread them out. That way there will be more days to talk about them. And more days to add new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's topic is going to be the Gym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as most of you know I've been going to the gym for over the year. In the summer I had kind of backed off on how often I was going. But I had started to get a little disgouraged. I had hit my plateau. For those who don't know much about fitness the human body likes being lazy. and will do everything possible to just stay the same. So even if you go to the gym everyday if you do the same thing day after day eventually You'll hit a plateau because your body gets used to the same motion Once you get in that plateau you don't lose any more weight. Your body has figured out how to do those motions with out having to lose any more weight. So that's where I was. It was kinda frustrating. I was doing a lot of running and this machine called the elyptical. It got frustrating so I had a fistness consultation with one of the personal trainers. She told me to mix it up. Do diffrent things and also to focus more one weight training. Although muscle weights more then fat. It's also more dense. So a pound of muscle is more compact than a pound of fat. So you could weight the same and look skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I've been doing I've been doing alot of the classes that are offered at the gym. I have a schedule. On monday's I go to a body pump class which is alot of weight lifting. And on tuesdays and saturdays I have my favorite class which is called Boot camp. That's a fat burning class. It is really intense. I tried it one day for the first time and I was so Exhausted for the rest of the day. Mark made fun of me so I dared him to come with  me that Saturday. He did and he said the class beat him up. He was sweating so much afterwards. Then on wednesdays there is this Bodystep class which uses "the step" it's pretty fun. I haven't exactly figured out what I want to do on thursday, friday or sunday. But anyways I have noticed a diffrence just in this last two weeks of doing this diffrent routine. I've lost five more pounds. And I feel like I'm getting more muscle. And I think I"m looking skinnier. Did I mention I was able to wear my "skinny" jeans the other day. I don't have a measureing tape to meausre my aroundness to see if i'm losing inches. I can only go by looks.  I am back to my first year of college weight. which is good. I have like 15 more lbs. to go and two more dress sizes before I get back to my "just got back from backpacking in panama mission trip" weight. But my goal is to go past that. I mean seriously I need to catch up to my sister.  ;) (wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Mama this post was for you. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up on it. I love you bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-186427691664157310?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/186427691664157310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=186427691664157310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/186427691664157310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/186427691664157310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/mama.html' title='Mama'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-117285319015794372</id><published>2007-03-02T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:33:10.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Eat My dust!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know.  I got stuck back in December at the denver airport. It was not a pleasant time especially since Denver was not prepared. I just want everyone to know that here in Minneapolis we are having a pretty bad snow storm. I would even say the equivalent. We had a winter storm warning starting wed afternoon at 3:00 and wouldn't end untill Friday evening. This wasn't the first snow storm either this last weekend. (saturday and sunday) we got about about a foot of snow. and Seriously by Monday road wise you wouldn't have even been able to tell it snowed. and FYI the airport never closed. So we were already cleared up by wed. for this new storm. So It's friday now, I"m sitting at work. It's still snowing slightly. It snowed Wed night. and Snowed basically all day Thursday. and it Snowed ALOT! people were leaving work early all over the place.  I even got to leave early. And yes the airport did close. but only for one day and today the snow is starting to tapper and the airport is running on delays not a full on cancelation. I jsut wanted to point that out. UNlike Denver who closed for three days after a day of heavy snowfall. We only closed for one evening and we are open today. So denver take a lesson from the big dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i was in a car accident on tuesday. Ironically enough it was on a day that the roads were cleared and couldn't be blamed on the snow at all.  and yes it was my fault. No one got hurt. It's just body damage. The lady was really nice so the police were not called. and oddly enough MN is a no falut state. so in an accident you just make a claim to your own insurance to fix your car. regardless if you were hit. as opposed to washington if it's your fault your insurance has to fix the other person's car. here you don't. it's each person responsibility. So my car is at a shop getting fixed. so i have a rental car. Which was nice that I had put coverage for a rental car on my insurance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all i have to say today. I'll try and not wait so long between postings. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;oh FYI when i loged in it wanted me to (almost forced me to) switch my account to the new blogger. I did find a link that said skip this and go to dashboard. but it did say in ( ) that i could only do that once. but we'll see. so it's almost to the point where the old blogger is obsolete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-117285319015794372?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/117285319015794372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=117285319015794372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/117285319015794372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/117285319015794372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/03/denver-eat-my-dust.html' title='Denver Eat My dust!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-117071135112119842</id><published>2007-02-05T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:35:51.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Globel Warming?</title><content type='html'>Okay just to clarify I'm not really trying to start a political debte. I try and leave the up to Mark. He LOVES debating politics. Anyways I'm writing because there has been all this hoola-baloo on the news about global warming. I still can't beleve that Al Gore was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. But all this news coverage is going on about Global Warming and i'm just wondering where it is.  Personally I don't really think it's going on. but that's not what my focus for this blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and listened to the radio tell me that the high temperature for today was going to be -2 degrees NOT including windchill factor. Which is just a really sad thought to me. Then they proceeded to tell me that most of the schools were closing today. so not really a snow day but a cold day. Which  makes sense. but then i got to thinking, how cold does it have to be before they cancel school, and if it gets that cold why don't they cancel work too. If it's too cold for kids to go to school then what makes people think that I want to go outside in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it so cold that you have to cancel school. here's my reasoning.  before it gets to the cancel school cold. it's already gotten too cold to allow the kids to go outside for recess. So these students are already inside.  So really the kids are staying indoors. They might go out side quickly to catch the bus but that's the same as me running out to my car.  Anyways i don't think it's fair. I can understand snow days because the roads are dangerous and it would be bad if a bus got in an accident and it's only my own fault if i was in an accident. BUT cold days, the conditions are just cold not road conditions dangerous.  so I don't think it's fair that i have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-117071135112119842?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/117071135112119842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=117071135112119842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/117071135112119842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/117071135112119842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheres-globel-warming.html' title='Where&apos;s Globel Warming?'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116921690932591397</id><published>2007-01-19T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:28:29.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Buying... Single Market or Married Market?</title><content type='html'>Yes Abe I'm still alive. I know i haven't posted in a long time. But that largely because I've been really busy at work and I do most of my blogging in the morning when I first get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have my follow up appointment for the results with the sleep clinic. And just watch they'll just find nothing wrong with me. and i'll end up having to buy a softer bed or something. but I'll let you all know what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on to the topic I intended for this blog. So the house next door to Mark's grandma's home is on sale. And it's really pretty so anyways looking at it all the time kept putting the idea in my head that maybe I could buy a house. Not that I was going to buy the one next door to Mark, but is started playing around with the idea in my head. You know looking online at homes on sale. I tried talking to mark about it. Not because he would have been buying it with me but more because if I bought a house it would eventually after we're married be the home that we would live in.  So I wanted his opinion on location, and type of home, etc. It was a little discouraging because Mark never seem interested in talking about it and when I would bring it up he would just say "why are you buying a house, we're not married yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like last week I got a flyer in my mail, advertising a free, first time home buyers class. So I went yesterday. It was very informative, and i learned pretty much the process, and all the diffrent options, and why some options I should just stay away from. I learned about the diffrent types of realitors, basically the whole deal. In the class he went throught rough numbers on how much a pearson would need at the time of purchasing, and generally a monthly mortgage would be about "this much" a month. The guy teaching it said that it is possible to buy a house without a single penny comming out of your pocket untill your first mortgage payment but He would strongly recomend not going that route. Although I learned alot basically I left the class with the conclusion that financially I'm not ready to buy a house. Which I basically already knew, but I thought MAYBE I could pull it off. but right now I'm just not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home I talked to Mark about it. He was a little offended that whenever he told me I shouldn't buy a house I wouldn't listen, and now I go to this class and I agree that I"m not ready. Well my point was because I learned financially I wasn't ready and Mark's only point was that me and him weren't married yet. And I do agree with the point that when your married, not always but generally you'd have two incomes so buying a home would be easier because you'd have more money then just one income. But in my mind that doesn't mean you couldn't buy a home if you were single and had enough money. And if he had given me the financial argument I would have agreed with him. But it came out that the financial aspect wasn't his point. In his mind buying a home is something you do when you have a family, or when your married and are planning on having a family.  One of his points was "why would you buy a home if you don't have someone to share it with." Which still I don't understand his point. To me it's basically saying that a person who is single could never buy a home because they wouldn't have a person to share it with. Which I don't think is true. If a person could afford it financially then single or not they could buy a house. Which is why I didn't understand what the big deal was when I was thinking about it. It would have been something that I was buying. I knew that Mark wouldn't move in untill after we were married. And Mark kept saying that "maybe he's just old fashioned." Which even that I don't understand. We basically decided that the whole debate was didn't really matter since I wasn't going to buy a house. But I still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So explain to me if you can, aside from financial reasons, ( I understand that point,) that and some families only one person works so that would be like a single person (one income) buying a home. But anyways aside from financial reasons, Is there some back ground (old fasshioned) reason why buying a home should only be for a couple. Is there a biblical reason that I'm missing. Someone please explain because I just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116921690932591397?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116921690932591397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116921690932591397' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116921690932591397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116921690932591397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/home-buying-single-market-or-married.html' title='Home Buying... Single Market or Married Market?'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116857386539184576</id><published>2007-01-11T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:51:05.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep clinic</title><content type='html'>Wow it's been a long time since i've checked the blogs. it's only been like two weeks since i've poseted but that's probably like two months in blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I went to a sleep clinic on the 3rd after I got back to minneapolis. Don't ask me the results, they don't tell you. They send the info to your sleep doctor and he reviews all the results and then tells you in your follow up appointment. Mine isn't until the 19th. Although i'm pretty sure I don't have sleep apnea, because usually if you do they wake you up and put the mask on you. They didn't do that.  But they woke me up at 6:00 A.M. and I wasn't allowed to go back to sleep (maggie you would not do well with the waking up part of a sleep clinic) anyways starting at 6:00 I would have a 20 min nap every two hours untill 4:00. The hardest point was trying to find a way to not be bored. I did bring my lap top but with no internet there's only so much a person can do. They kept telling me that I could leave my room and wander around the office. But YEA right like i was going to do that. In order to monitor my R.E.M cycle they had to put these electroids on my head but the only way to keep them there was with this glue like goop all over my hair. So right like i was going to wander around the office where people could see with my hair all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways when i have my follow up appointment I'll let you know what the results were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note yesterday I put gas for 1.98. It was very exciting to me. well I guess I don't have much else to report. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116857386539184576?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116857386539184576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116857386539184576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116857386539184576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116857386539184576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleep-clinic.html' title='Sleep clinic'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116701950930779134</id><published>2006-12-24T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:05:09.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!!</title><content type='html'>I'm OUT OF DENVER!! YAY! There was only one flight leaving for Pasco Wa. on friday the 22nd. that left at 9:05 p.m. I was on standby but I managed to get a seat on the plane. Thanks for your prayers. We boarded the plane on time but we didn't leave right away because we needed gas. Appparently because of the snow some of the employees didn't make it to work so they were short a bunch of people. We were on the list for gas. but we didn't get it right away. so we waited to get gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was kinda funny because in the row in front of me there was this little girl wondering why we weren't leaving. Across the row some teenager was like "we need gas. You should go put some." Her response was "I can't I don't have any snow boots" because you know otherwise she would have been all over that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways because of that we didn't take off on time so we didn't land untill 11:15 when we were suppose to land at 10:30. then baggage claim took FOREVER to put our bags out. then we went to the store (wal-mart). all in all i didn't make it home until 1:00 a.m. but at least I was home. So that's the story of my venture at the Denver airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I fixed the video from the previous blog so you can watch it now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116701950930779134?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116701950930779134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116701950930779134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116701950930779134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116701950930779134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/home.html' title='HOME!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116684253886006577</id><published>2006-12-22T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:56:40.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver, denver, denver</title><content type='html'>My feet and knees hurt. I'm sitting here at the gate where my flight. The only flight that leaves for pasco today is suppose to board in two hours. just praying that i'll make it on the plane (i'm no standby). Okay seriously today was crazy insane. Last night my cousin Sammy came and picked me up and let me stay at his house. Which granted it was great to shower and sleep in a bed. But they dropped me off at 10:00 this morning. and i've been standing since then. I needed a standby borading pass which i had one for an 11:48a.m. flight which they thought maybe t would come in since it was close to noon. but this morning when i woke up it was canclled. So i stood in line for four hours to get a new boarding pass for standby. Then the line to go through security was SUPER long. it wrapped around baggage claim three times. but it moved fairly quickly in the sense that it only took an 1 hour and 45 min. to get through. Then i was picked for random searching. because you know so many young mexicans end up being terroist. lol anyways I got to the airport thinking i would have SOOO much waiting around time. but i didn't get through my terminal untill 6:00. it was cazy. so i ate something and now i'm sitting and waiting. One bad thing about flying alone is that when your in long lines no one can watch your stuff so you can go to the bathroom or grab something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i do have some pictures from yesterday.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/1600/206886/SSPX0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/320/312013/SSPX0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the snow on the ground and a stranded airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/1600/391740/SSPX0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/320/264060/SSPX0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the departure board when i woke up on thrusday morning. it was very depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/1600/718961/SSPX0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2910/3925/320/633635/SSPX0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they kept changing information on us. The first time i stood in line i was put on stand by for a thrusday morning flight. Then that was cancelled so they put me on a 11:48 friday flight. That was cancelled so now i'm waiting for a 9:05 flight tonight. This is a picture of the lines i had to wait in. it was crazy. I am so sick of lines now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLTJDoQ5EEg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLTJDoQ5EEg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so you can see the long line on Thursday. Believe me the lines were WAY longer on friday. I felt bad for the employees helping us. because some people were getting crabby. but sereiously there wasn't much they could do. and they were snowed in there too with us since all the roads were closed. right after I took this video i had just gotten through the line which i was lucky because right after that they announced that the employees were going on break for two hours. which i understood. they need breaks too. but i would have sucked to be in line. because you would have had to wait for two hours for them to open again. and then by that time it would probably be another two hours before you got to the front. oh well. I'm just waiting now... Everyone Pray that i make it on this flight. it's the last flight for today. otherwise i'd have to wait for tomorrrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116684253886006577?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116684253886006577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116684253886006577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116684253886006577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116684253886006577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/denver-denver-denver.html' title='Denver, denver, denver'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116679933336878021</id><published>2006-12-22T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:30:48.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DVatR1hvNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DVatR1hvNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just testing out how to add a video to this whole thing. so I can add video's and pictures of denver later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh more info. My cell phone battary has completely died. it won't even stay on. The snow has officially stopped and they will begin flying planes today at noon. However there are only three flights daily scheduled to go to pasco. One at 8:45 A.M. one at 11:48. A.M and one at 8:45 P.M. Last night they were unsure if the 11:48 flight would fly in or not. but this morning when i checked it was officially canceled. So the only flight today is at 8:45 P.M. which hopefully I make it on. Otherwise I'll have to wait untill 8:45 A.M. This last night I was able to get a hold of my cousin. So he picked me up and I was able to wash my clothes, take a shower, and have a home cooked meal. (tacos) it was great! but if i don't make tonight's flight (knock on wood) I don't think i'll have them come get me because then they would have to wake up early to bring me back to the airport. and i'd rather just be there. so anyways pray that i am able to get on tonight's flight. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need help. I don't know how to upload a video onto my blog. I've uploaded it on youtube. now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! it worked. Thanks Abe. This is a video that mark took with his camera phone when he came to washington two summers ago. Thanks Abe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116679933336878021?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116679933336878021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116679933336878021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116679933336878021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116679933336878021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/testing-video.html' title='Testing video'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116672428937639075</id><published>2006-12-21T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:04:49.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate snow.</title><content type='html'>I 'm sure most of my readers have heard by now that i'm stuck in a snow storm at the Denver airport. All i really want to do is go home (as in family home). So because of this whole event i've concluded that I hate Snow and I hate Denver. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116672428937639075?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116672428937639075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116672428937639075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116672428937639075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116672428937639075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-snow.html' title='I hate snow.'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116655003735791714</id><published>2006-12-19T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:40:37.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE DAY</title><content type='html'>I leave for Washington tomorrow!! it's amazing to me to think of all the advances in society today. I was thinking about this, this morning as i was getting ready for work. It's mind boggling to think that tonight I'm gonna go to bed in MN and tomorrow I'm going to go to bed in Washington. To think that I can go halfway across the country in just one day. well one morning actually. It's just cool. Well I'm SO excited to see my family. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116655003735791714?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116655003735791714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116655003735791714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116655003735791714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116655003735791714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-more-day.html' title='ONE MORE DAY'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116602303928447920</id><published>2006-12-13T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:26:26.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!!</title><content type='html'>It is officially one week before I am home. I am very excited to go home. It has been an entire year since i've been home last. That is deffinetly a long time for me. I usually try to make it home at least once in the summer as well but I couldn't this year. It was sad. There are so many things I want to do. Like go shopping with the "girls" of the family. Then have a bonding time with Mama. Maybe have an early morning coffee run at the renound starbucks that i hear is "fabulous." I think it will be fun to make like gingerbread (gramcracker) houses with the kids. I don't know what else but i'm very excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116602303928447920?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116602303928447920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116602303928447920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116602303928447920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116602303928447920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116550717299685024</id><published>2006-12-07T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:59:33.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's official MN is cold. Well it was "official" last year but it was weird hearing on the news that all these typically warm states were getting winter blizzards and here in MN we were still in the 40's (which is tropical weather in MN standards)It was snowing in Washington before it snowed here. We still don't have snow. We've had a few flurries here and there but nothing major. It's been really cold here. Like two days ago I was all excited because it was SOOO warm. A nice 29 degrees. But what I have noticed is that Minnesotans are more tolerant of the cold both outdoors and indoors. I am totally okay with cold out doors but indoors no. There are heaters for a reason. A person should not have to wear a sweater when they are inside. It's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got used to daddy always being cold. At Mark's grandma's its totally the opposite. The Thermostat is not suppose to go above 71 degrees because she'll get too hot. I don't think it's fair that I have to be cold. Well I'm done venting bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116550717299685024?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116550717299685024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116550717299685024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116550717299685024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116550717299685024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116542415561426173</id><published>2006-12-06T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:02:39.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you read my comment on my brother's blog about black friday but my brother and sister got me hooked. But can you classify it as hooked if you've only gone twice. This black friday was not the same as the one i spent in washington. It wasn't too competative either. At least not where I went. The huge lines and pushing are all at the stores in the suburbs. So this time I went by myself so I went to the stores downtown. It was great when the opened at 6:00 i just kinda walked right in. because there were like 6 other people waiting with me. No real need to push. It was kinda nice to just walk around by myself. But I got all my shopping done. Which i'm also glad about. Except for Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get a man, who buys everything they needs. Seriously everytime he mentions something he wants, I think oh okay i'll get him that it's a reasonable price. but because it's a reasonable price, the next day he'll show up with it. It's kinda frustrating. but to be fair I guess I do the same thing. He's having a hard time trying to decide what to get me. oh well maybe we'll just go shopping together and pick somehting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him that there is one thing he could get me that is shiney and sparkling that fits on my left ring finger but i think i'll have to wait a little longer than christmas for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't keep the secret anymore. And just for the record i want everyone to know that Maggie knew already so she was already "in the loop." but Mark has started saving for a ring. :) He asked me to pick one out so he would know how much he needed to save. He's actually talkint to his grandma and his mom about maybe getting the diamonds from thier old rings. But even though it seems like i know a lot of details i don't know any of the progress. So i still don't know when it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that most of this latest developments is in large part a thanks to Abe. It was his comment to this &lt;a href="http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-mark.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that got mark thinking about it. So we had this big discussion about it which ended in him deciding that he should have decided this along time ago. so that's what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes the gift even hard because I don't want to get him more clothes. Although he likes shopping ( he just won't admit it). If you have any suggestions HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116542415561426173?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116542415561426173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116542415561426173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116542415561426173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116542415561426173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116421806801316407</id><published>2006-11-22T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:54:28.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old People</title><content type='html'>Are all old people the same?? Mark's grandma reminds me of daddy alot of the time. Mark has moved in and his mom is taking this time, since there is someone there to watch her, to clean out the house. It's AMAZING all the ancient stuff that is in that house. there are some old collectables. like this really old vaccuum and some old newspapers. I found a newspaper and the front page article was announcing that FDR died. I'm having fun looking through old things. So while there are some collectables there are somethings that is nothing but junks. So Lisa (mark's mom) is cleaning things out and his grandma is there like "what are you doing," "you better not throw my things away" And totally making comments on everything Lisa is throwing out. But it's funny because she's protesting the action but she doesn't get up to stop her. not that she can but she doesn't even attempt. It reminds me of daddy so much. I was laughing so hard last night with how much she reminds me of dad. Old people are funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116421806801316407?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116421806801316407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116421806801316407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116421806801316407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116421806801316407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/old-people.html' title='Old People'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116421769241341475</id><published>2006-11-22T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:48:13.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Out</title><content type='html'>So I'm totally winning future family-in-law points. Mark's grandma is now at the point where she can't live by herself anymore. So Mark has moved in with his grandma that way the family only has to pay for a caregiver when people are at work. So I've offered to help. Because of daddy I know how hard it would be if you didn't have help. Imagine if mama didn't have Maggie, and Jorge at home, and Abe close by to help with daddy. It would be tough on mama. So I don't want Mark's mom, who was doing most of the caregiving before mark moved in, to take most of the brunt. So I've offered to help out. I cook dinner which is fun for me because i like people eating my cooking.  And then i'm there to help Mark put her to bed, since there are something that Mark can't do because he's a boy. It's a shift but i'll get used to the new schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116421769241341475?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116421769241341475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116421769241341475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116421769241341475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116421769241341475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/helping-out.html' title='Helping Out'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116331013433547088</id><published>2006-11-11T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:42:14.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, So today was Mark's nephew's birthday he turned 11. In preparation for the birthday that Mark's mom was throwing, they needed a piñata. Anyways I had free time on friday afternoon so I offered to go buy one. So i went to the only place I knew where to buy one. It was so wierd feeling. I basically just turned a corner and poof it felt like i was in Mexico. All the signs were in spanish, there was "wall to wall" mexicans and seriously I don't think i heard anyone speaking english. Granted this area of Minneapolis is no where near as big as the mexican area in L.A. like where grandma used to live. But still it was how everything changed just all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I've been to this area before. I mean how else would I have known to buy the piñata. But yesterday i actually took the time to look around and take in my surroundings. It got me missing mama. Although i probably shouldn't have been standing around by myself as much as i was. Because although "little Mexico" is realatively safe it's not very big and just outside of that area is the "ghetto black area" not to be racist or anything but I can't deny the fact that it's a dangerous area and its predominetly black. But anyways i'm getting sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my point is that i was amazed at the change in culture in specific sections of the city. So please let mama know that I thought of her while i was in this part of town. And it made me miss her. Maybe i'll take mark there and have dinner some time along with some pan ducé. It is nice knowing that there is somewhere in the city that i can still get some authentic daddy approved sweet bread. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116331013433547088?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116331013433547088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116331013433547088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116331013433547088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116331013433547088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-mexico.html' title='Little Mexico'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116318346255524376</id><published>2006-11-10T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:31:02.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It has been brought to my attention that people are curious about how me and Mark are doing. For those of you who don't know Mark is my boyfriend. Not counting the short lived break ups (we don't count them) we've been together for almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; years! It will be two years on Janurary 28th. So that's really exciting to me. There are plans and talks of mairrage but there's no engagement yet. We are waiting mainly untill mark is either done with school or pretty darn close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every relationship there has been arguements ( I mean seriously, there has to be something wrong with a couple that never fights) but we work through them. As of current me and mark are doing really well it's nice. I like it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always get to see eachother during the week because Mark has a lot of homework. Which stinks, but it's alright because inorder to reach the graduation goal some sacrifices are necessary. On the weekends Friday and Saturday Mark genearlly comes over and I'll make dinner or we'll go out with friends etc. Mark likes my cooking which is great because I like to cook. (i know you don't believe me mom but it's true) I would love a shopping spree at like william sinoma or at le gormet chef. one of those cooking stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I can't think of much else to say at the moment. but I'll let you know later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116318346255524376?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116318346255524376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116318346255524376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116318346255524376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116318346255524376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-mark.html' title='Me and Mark'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116309116892081118</id><published>2006-11-09T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:17:28.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've decided I don't like the dentist. I don't know why but everytime I go in for a cleaning (which I try to follow the 6 month rule) but anyways everytime I go I'll have no problems and then after I go I'll start to have a problem. Last week I went to the dentist for a cleaning, and before i went nothing was wrong. After they cleaning they looked at my teeth and nothing was wrong i had no cavities or anything. They said everything looked fine. But since then everytime i drink something cold my front teeth hurt.  At first i thought they were just sensetive because sometimes that happens after a cleaning. But by now its been to long they should stop being sensitive. Which is also wierd why are they sensitive after a cleaning, when they aren't sensitive before a cleaning? I've asked around and i'm not the only one whose teeth get sensitive after a cleaning so why does that happen? Anyways i have an appointment this afternoon, we'll see what's wrong.  (i'll keep you posted although i know my teeth aren't that interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the update: I don't have anything wrong with my teeth. They just didn't have enough floride. So I had this floride painted on my teeth to strengthen the enamal. It was funny because I couldn't let my tounge brush up against it. So i was very aware of my tounge. And why is it that when your aware of your tounge you tend to drool more? eh oh well at least i'm not talking funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116309116892081118?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116309116892081118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116309116892081118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116309116892081118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116309116892081118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116248883105116826</id><published>2006-11-02T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:18:45.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to my favorite sister who is pretty much my best friend. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't worry I won't disclose your age. but It doesn't matter because I don't even think of you as being your age. I think your my age, but not in the immature way, in the fun young way. Anways I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. When are you gonna come visit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116248883105116826?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116248883105116826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116248883105116826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116248883105116826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116248883105116826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-sister.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116223395384002910</id><published>2006-10-30T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:19:24.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This sunday was so annoying. So this Sunday I helped one of my friends move. It went pretty quickly but now I am so sore. mainly in my shoulders. There was a bonus and a negative about the trip. The bonus was that she bought everyone pizza. The negative was that she failed to mention that after we finished moving her stuff. we were expected to go move her roommates things. So not only were we not told but it was someone we (me and mark) had never met before that day. So that was definetly not nice. But all that work I guess took care of the fact that I didn't go to the gym that day. I could really use a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I bought my plane tickets to fly home for Christmas. So i'm excited about that. YAY. Maggie has my flight info. incase anyone wants to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116223395384002910?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116223395384002910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116223395384002910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116223395384002910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116223395384002910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/helping-move.html' title='Helping Move'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116162132281093429</id><published>2006-10-23T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:35:22.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Half</title><content type='html'>So Mark's Niece Olivia had a birthday party on saturday. It was fun. but what I thought the best part was that I finially after almost two years got to meet Mark's Dad. I finially got to mee the mexican half of mark. He was nice. I liked him a lot. It was good to see mark interacting with his dad. You could tell that he misses him and his half brother and sister. At one point Mark's half sister Jordan started chasing him around I joined in and helped her out. it was great. His dad seemed really happy to see me. He kept wanting to take pictures of me and mark together. It was great I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an other note Mark is trying to learn spanish. And i'm trying to help him learn. but less face it my spanish skills are not up to mexican standards. They are more like white girl standards. So in helping him I'm learning too. We've been watching univision together. it's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116162132281093429?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116162132281093429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116162132281093429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116162132281093429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116162132281093429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/mexican-half.html' title='Mexican Half'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116161923675623173</id><published>2006-10-23T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:00:36.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and Parents</title><content type='html'>Okay seriously guys. When you have a kid do you just suddenly get a burst of energy that I don't know about? So I know I don't have any kids but I'd like to think that I'm pretty good with them because considering the fact that I have 7 nieces and nephews and i've baby sat for all of them with the exception of the newest addition Rachel. But seriously I was exhausted yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Mark's sister  called and asked if we wanted to babysit  her youngest two kids. Forest who is 4 and Olivia who is 2.  So we said yes and we took the kids for the afternoon. We took them to the mall. Which wasn't too bad. We had the stroller. And they were doing great at first. They were sitting in the stroller being silly it was great. Then forest decided he wanted to get out and walk which was fine. He was walking next to me holding my hand it was fine. Then the trouble started when mark was like "he's a big boy you don't have to hold is hand" which is true I don't "HAVE" to. So I was like fine I'll push Olivia and you can watch forest. Which personally I think Mark thought that would be a piece of cake.  But sure enough we switched and it didn't take long for Forest to be running all over the place. He was jumping like hopscotch to only step on certain tiles int he carpet. He was running into people. He was slowing down to watch the t.v. in the window of certain stores.  And nothing against Mark but he was just walking along assuming the forest was beside him the whole time. Esentially we kept having to chase forest around everywhere.  Then we at lunch/dinner (it was 4:00) and after that Olivia didn't want to go back in the stroller. but she didn't want to walk either. she would cling onto me as if I was about to dump her into hot lava or something. Anyways it ended up being a very tiering trip to the mall. And I already think that the Mall of America is tiering when it's just adults. I do have to admint that I was very impressed with Mark when it came to "disciplining" the kids. not like time or anything like that but getting forest to calm down and stop running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left the mall and we went to a pumpkin patch and picked out a pumpkin to carve out and make pumpkin seeds. That was a lot of fun. Forrest and Olivia had fun getting all gooey. Then their mom came and picked them up. Seriously it was exhausting. Mark looked like he was ready to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i want to know parents is how you do it. especially with multiple kids. Because at the end of the day I can give the kids back. you can't. and not that this means anything but I am younger i should have more energy than you guys. Or do you guys just get used to being tired all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116161923675623173?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116161923675623173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116161923675623173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116161923675623173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116161923675623173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/kids-and-parents.html' title='Kids and Parents'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116139650722265244</id><published>2006-10-20T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:08:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think??</title><content type='html'>So it's been a long time since I cut my hair. Actually it was August of 2005 when I was living in washington. So I got off work early today and decided to impromptu go get my hair cut. It was fun. Right after I finished geting my hair cut I was a little unsure if I liked it or not. It was really really poofy. But the lady had put some stuff in my hair that made it stay in the position that you put it in. and then she started making my hair poofy. So then I went home and washed my hair and got the stuff out of my hair. And then my hair wasn't poofy again. so I was glad. Anyways here's a picture. let me know what you think.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/1600/CIMG1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/320/CIMG1146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/1600/CIMG1151.jpg"&gt; &lt;img dragover="true" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/320/CIMG1151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this next one is a little blurry but you can see more layers in it so that's why i lift it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/1600/CIMG1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/320/CIMG1140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2910/3925/1600/CIMG1151.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116139650722265244?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116139650722265244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116139650722265244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116139650722265244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116139650722265244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think??'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116078543052490544</id><published>2006-10-13T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:23:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not DEAD!!</title><content type='html'>So today Mark inadvertantly reminded me of my mother today. It was so cute. Mark freaked out and thought that something had happened to me, because I wouldn't answer my phone for over an hour. It was so cute. Really I was at the gym and your not allowed to have your cell phone in the work out area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happend, was Mark had called me around 2:00 but I was in a meeting at work. So at 4:30 when I got off work and out of the meeting I called him back. Well he was busy with work so he couldn't talk. so we hung up. Now this is where the issue came. He thinks he told me he was busy and that he would call me back. I don't remember him saying he would call back. I just remember him saying he was busy. So I went to the gym and worked out. When I got back to my locker I had SOO many missed calls from everyone! Mark had called/or texted all my friends to see if they knew where I was. Some were really worreid. others thought it was cute that mark was freaking out after only an hour. He was so worried that something had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kinda reminded me of mama, although he hadn't gone as far as calling the police. But if he had gone another half hour who knows what he was capable of. It did feel nice to know that Mark was genuinely concerned with me. I liked it. But I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm okay and nothing is wrong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116078543052490544?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116078543052490544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116078543052490544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116078543052490544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116078543052490544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not DEAD!!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-116035312399274234</id><published>2006-10-08T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:20:18.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT!</title><content type='html'>I just got a new lamp at target for my living room. I can finally see now. YAY! i haven't had a light in my living room since i've moved in. All i've been doing is having the light from the dinning room brighten the living room. But of course it left an area that was kinda shadowy. But now that's fixed!! I went a little crazy, There's a new super target that opened up here in St. Louis Park. so i got a lamp, a curtain rod, (I finally hung up the curtains that mom made me) a water filter. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realized the importance of light though. There was one time that me and mark went to Burger King, and when we got back there was a power outage. It was wierd because it affectied the street lights for like 4 blocks. it was funny because all I had was three little tea lights. so we had a sort of "candel light dinner" it was fun. but then we were bored because those lights didn't eluminate too much. bu it was fun figuring out things to do with out the marvals of modern technology. well that's all for now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-116035312399274234?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/116035312399274234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=116035312399274234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116035312399274234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/116035312399274234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/light.html' title='LIGHT!'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-115988721519314326</id><published>2006-10-03T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:53:35.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Recipies</title><content type='html'>Okay I really like cooking. So if anyone has any recipies that i can try I'm open for suggestions. I already know about &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Default.aspx?r_d=y"&gt;"Tate of home"&lt;/a&gt; but to do that i kinda have to have something in mind that i like to do. Oh and maggie. I need to be more versed on my mexican recipies. For example I know how to cook rice and enchilada's . And that's about it. I could probably take a good guess at taquitos. But you need to help me out here. like i don't know how to cook Posole (i think that's how you spell it) so let me know okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-115988721519314326?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/115988721519314326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=115988721519314326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/115988721519314326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/115988721519314326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-recipies.html' title='Fun Recipies'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304606.post-115988635089587521</id><published>2006-10-03T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:46:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY MAGGIE</title><content type='html'>Okay Maggie So I gave in. Just so you won't have anymore problems about reading my bolgs I decided to start my own blog. But just so you know. Don't expect me to post something everyday. I'm gonna try and keep up on it. but I'm still learning some things. so be patient. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35304606-115988635089587521?l=lliot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/feeds/115988635089587521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35304606&amp;postID=115988635089587521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/115988635089587521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35304606/posts/default/115988635089587521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lliot.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-maggie.html' title='OKAY MAGGIE'/><author><name>Elia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06325169579283954276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ThR2ws02JmY/Rg0YI6sWbrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTuKraiWsnk/s320/CIMG1157.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
