<?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-1030344564956156894</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:43:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ordinary Life of Super Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-6516211233881609224</id><published>2010-04-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:36:22.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of life...</title><content type='html'>I am.  Tired of life, that is.  I have a pretty decent life, and I have no desire or intention to end it - I'm just tired of it.  One day is much the same as the next.  If it isn't a leak in the water heater, it's a bee's nest in the window.  Mow the lawn just for it to grow again.  Oh, need to buy groceries.  Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to that young, excited for life girl that I used to be?  Where did she go?  I guess when you work so hard to achieve something, then wake up one day to realize you have it and wonder what all the fuss was about, well, that can be a bit troubling.  I started going to a gym.  I started volunteering at the humane society.  I'm really trying to come up with new ways to amuse myself, to shed this apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was 19, I went grocery shopping at 1 a.m. because that's when i got off of work.  I actually enjoyed grocery shopping.  It still amazed me that I was shopping for my own kitchen, with my own money, according to my own tastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like driving myself places.  In my own car, doing my own thing on my own terms.  The freedom of it.  Now I just want a chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't be blogging this.  People are going to think I'm depressed or suicidal.  Not even the case.  I think everybody have times when they feel like this.  Like we are caught up in the daily grind, and can't get off this ride so we can explore the other rides at the fair.  Unfortunately, like the fair, life costs money.  And has rules, courtesy of society.  I'm just feeling the need to write about some of these feelings.  I would normally put this down in my good old fashioned paper notebook and lock it away from the world, but for some reason I am in a sharing mood.  I need some new goals, but what direction do I want to take?  Haha, I think this is what most people would call a mid-life crisis, but I'm not even 30 yet! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-6516211233881609224?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/6516211233881609224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=6516211233881609224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6516211233881609224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6516211233881609224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired-of-life.html' title='Tired of life...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-8120945025091137159</id><published>2009-10-14T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:25:48.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evony live: So, You're being attacked! Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://evonylive.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-youre-being-attacked-now-what.html#comment-form"&gt;evony live: So, You're being attacked! Now What?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This posting helped me significantly the first time I was attacked in Evony (the MMORTS I recently started playing, for those who've never heard of it).  It's an addictive game, but it can suck up a LOT of your time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-8120945025091137159?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/8120945025091137159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=8120945025091137159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/8120945025091137159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/8120945025091137159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/10/evony-live-so-youre-being-attacked-now.html' title='evony live: So, You&apos;re being attacked! Now What?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-145791596142361605</id><published>2009-05-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:43:22.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am getting so terribly excited for Scott's arrival.  We are in the single digits now on the countdown and the time is just flying by!  I am keeping very busy and work and preparing for the move, so I don't have much time to sit down and worry about everything, which is a good thing in my world.  Lots of good-byes coming up - I am planning a trip to Buckley this weekend, and spending Memorial Day visiting some friends up here in the north that I don't see very often.  Then I have lunches booked all next week with work friends.  I don't like the good-bye part of moving...&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/1030344564956156894-145791596142361605?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/145791596142361605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=145791596142361605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/145791596142361605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/145791596142361605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-getting-so-terribly-excited-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-3017285448234800448</id><published>2009-05-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:11:36.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to let go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;My last drill was this past weekend.  Kinda funny - we were in Yakima for an SRP.  It was sort of the WAARNG saying "Yep, we are determined to get one more trip to YUCK-ima out of you before we let you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Meg, one of the lieutenants, and I carpooled over together along with Jane.  A small group of us went out dancing and had a few drinks on Saturday night after the duty day was done.  It was fun, but a late night made getting up early the next day pretty tough.  I have been tired most of this week as a sort of domino effect.  Today, I'm feeling better, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm excited for the next phase.  I will likely have to work for a year - just until we get the house squared away and the wedding paid for.  Oh, yeah, and until I get a new car.  Sammy is truly on her last legs.  When I get to the point with a car that each morning is a roulette of will it start or won't it, then it's time to trade up.  But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I think I will work full-time and go to school part time, maybe even online courses.  I need to get my math back up to speed before I can think about applying for the engineering program.  Then, hopefully after the wedding, I can cut my work hours WAAAAAY back and go to school full time.  Only time will tell if that option will be available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-3017285448234800448?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/3017285448234800448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=3017285448234800448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3017285448234800448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3017285448234800448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-to-let-go.html' title='Starting to let go...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-6170031093504750452</id><published>2009-04-14T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:45:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next stop, Ohio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10760;459/st/20090529/e/Scott+gets+here+%3A%29/dt/-3/k/cdc6/event.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so in love with this man!  I am impatiently awaiting the day he gets out here and we get our stuff packed up and start the drive back to our new home.  I may not be thrilled about Ohio, but it's growing on me, and as I recall, I wasn't thrilled about Seattle when we first moved out here, either.  And this last trip home really opened my eyes to something.  A subtle feeling that my home is where he is.  I can be okay anywhere as long as we are together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-6170031093504750452?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/6170031093504750452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=6170031093504750452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6170031093504750452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6170031093504750452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-stop-ohio.html' title='Next stop, Ohio!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-2220775140750582612</id><published>2009-04-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:03:46.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, my car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wouldn't start again.  I had to have Jen come pick me up and drive me to work (which wasn't too big of a problem since we carpool on Thursdays normally, anyway).  Usually I drive to her place and we leave from there around 7:30.  However, since it was already after 7:00 when I called her to let her know I needed a ride (about the time she is normally getting out of bed), she didn't get to my house until nearly 8:00, which means I was 1/2 hour late for work.  I'll be working late to make that up, since Jen is working until 7:00 or 8:00 tonight anyway.  Yet, despite the morning drama, my mood is relatively chipper.  Odd.  Anyway, I'm hoping that the car problem is a simple fix, like the battery needs to be replaced.  That's something I can do myself.  If it is anything more complex, it may necessitate a trip to the mechanic, and I really don't feel like paying for that.  So here's to optimism (and lots of finger-crossing)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-2220775140750582612?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/2220775140750582612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=2220775140750582612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2220775140750582612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2220775140750582612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh-my-car.html' title='Ugh, my car...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-5236971715383100375</id><published>2009-03-27T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:41:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;53;80/st/20090615/e/My+Birthday/dt/-3/k/3682/event.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my first birthday back in the midwest!  So many big plans - it will probably be a doozie of a party :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-5236971715383100375?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/5236971715383100375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=5236971715383100375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5236971715383100375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5236971715383100375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-ticker.html' title='Birthday Ticker'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-3388957977297273210</id><published>2009-03-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:02:17.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10729;95/st/20090409/e/Leave+for+Spring+Break/dt/-3/k/501d/event.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay!  I get to see my new house in April!  I get to see my step-monsters, too, so it will be a double-super-awesome trip!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-3388957977297273210?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/3388957977297273210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=3388957977297273210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3388957977297273210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3388957977297273210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-i-get-to-see-my-new-house-in-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-1698232605036124687</id><published>2009-03-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:52:56.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Developments with the house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Well, all of the utilities are now on.  Scott has found a few minor leaks in the plumbing that are the result of cheap parts and shoddy work.  He is hoping to have most of them fixed by tonight, since it will just be a matter of replacing a few of the connectors (or whatever the heck they are called).  There are various small issues with the house that will need to be addressed over time, but nothing that really affects the 'livability' so that's a plus.  I'm already looking at paint chips and carpet samples.  I can't wait until April to fly back and see this place!  Scott has most of the appliances - just need a dryer and a refrigerator now.   I'm kinda glad I'm not there right now, because I have absolutely no patience, and not being able to get it all done in one day would definitely be an exercise in patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-1698232605036124687?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/1698232605036124687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=1698232605036124687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/1698232605036124687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/1698232605036124687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/03/developments-with-house.html' title='Developments with the house...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-922960562982439206</id><published>2009-02-20T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:54:37.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10752;127/st/20090603/e/we+start+the+drive+to+OH%21/dt/9/k/3d0c/event.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-922960562982439206?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/922960562982439206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=922960562982439206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/922960562982439206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/922960562982439206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-3072210556260401868</id><published>2009-02-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:31:43.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little super-chunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really enjoyed meeting my nephew, Nathanael, for the first time. He is the cutest little man in the whole world! And yes, I know I'm biased. I can't believe all the things he can do at only 5 months old! He holds his own bottle, already has 2 teeth, can roll over to his stomach, and is almost, ALMOST crawling. It's kind of like he can't figure out that he needs to bend his knees, and he can't yet hold up his head. So he does this weird little thing where the straightens his legs (which pushes his butt way up in the air) and straightens his arms (but his head is still on the ground) and pushes himself along the ground on his forehead. So stinking funny!! Some pics of my trip home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8DM50MwuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/2dBWWsFtZhA/s1600-h/sleeping+baby+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8DM50MwuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/2dBWWsFtZhA/s200/sleeping+baby+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962406278808290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8DY_WyJXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EDkIrN6-Xd4/s1600-h/baby+with+a+biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8DY_WyJXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/EDkIrN6-Xd4/s200/baby+with+a+biscuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962613924472178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8FAnmjyqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3JaDEnqTvfc/s1600-h/1234562683924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8FAnmjyqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3JaDEnqTvfc/s200/1234562683924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964394254584482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-3072210556260401868?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/3072210556260401868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=3072210556260401868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3072210556260401868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3072210556260401868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-super-chunk.html' title='My little super-chunk'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZ8DM50MwuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/2dBWWsFtZhA/s72-c/sleeping+baby+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-5502803976230583996</id><published>2009-02-19T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:46:52.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZxKbhlmwAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ayrgJIP352c/outside%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZxKbhlmwAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ayrgJIP352c/outside%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  Our offer was accepted for the house in Caledonia, so Scott is hoping we can close by month's end.  I have been informed that he will not paint a single wall or lay a single swatch of carpet or tile until it has my stamp of approval in person, so I've already started browsing online!  This is so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/amadams/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-5502803976230583996?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/5502803976230583996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=5502803976230583996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5502803976230583996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5502803976230583996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-new-house.html' title='Our New House!!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SZxKbhlmwAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ayrgJIP352c/s72-c/outside%20view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-3466656734998728193</id><published>2009-02-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:09:38.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So the trip to Columbus wasn't exactly a success, but at least I have a better idea of what the city feels like, now.  Scott is going to look at another house today, because the one we looked at and made an offer on while I was there is bank-owned, and they are being slow and refusing negotiation.  They came back with a request for our best offer.  Um, in that case, what we offered you, that's our best offer.  :(-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to MI tomorrow - my flight is super early in the morning Seattle time, and I'll get to MI early afternoon central time.  Mom took a couple of days off of work and we are going to go visit my sister and my nephew.  I'm probably going to take a bazillion pictures.  I am so excited to meet the little guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get back from this trip, I'll have a couple of weekends free - no drill, no work, no travel.  I am kind of excited about this, too.  As much as I love to travel and visit, it will be nice to relax and get some much needed work done around the house.&lt;br /&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/1030344564956156894-3466656734998728193?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/3466656734998728193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=3466656734998728193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3466656734998728193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3466656734998728193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-trip-to-columbus-wasnt-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-8400332866233235241</id><published>2009-01-30T10:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:27:56.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking ambition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've really been trying hard these past few days to get back into the swing of things with my diet and exercise.  Thanksgiving didn't give me any trouble - heck, I lost 6 lbs in the two weeks surrounding that holiday.  Christmas, on the other hand, my determination and willpower gave less than stellar showings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Successfully falling back into the routine is proving far more difficult than I had anticipated.  I find myself so hungry at the end of the day that I gorge at dinner, and I'm not even setting the calorie intake as low as it was before.  I'm trying to ease back into it by starting at 1800 calories per day, and it's just not keeping me full.  I realized I'm not giving water intake as much attention as before, so we are going to try to up that in the hope it will fill in the gaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't even want to get started on my ambition as it pertains to workouts.  I find it so much easier to cut calories than to burn them.  Workout time doesn't leave me feeling refreshed and accomplished, it just leaves me feeling sweaty and icky and wanting to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my problem is, but February isn't going to be the month to fix it.  I have drill this weekend, I'm going to Columbus next weekend, and Michigan the week after that.  Upheavals in my daily routine do not lend themselves well to my overall health &amp;amp; wellness.  Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-8400332866233235241?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/8400332866233235241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=8400332866233235241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/8400332866233235241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/8400332866233235241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/01/lacking-ambition.html' title='Lacking ambition...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-2990568384572719584</id><published>2009-01-22T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:30:48.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, politics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I voluntarily tortured myself today. I decided to read the "you decide" section of the Fox News website, where they pose a question and anybody can leave their response. Emphasis on &lt;em&gt;anybody&lt;/em&gt;. I figured I'm not cynical enough where the intelligence (or lack thereof) of the American populace is concerned, so I should give myself some more reasons. The question was (I copied and pasted - there's my disclosure so this isn't plagiarism):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;President Obama has signed an executive order to close the U.S. prison at the Guantanamo Bay Naval Base. Pennsylvania Rep. Jack Murtha (D) has already said he would be willing to house prisoners from Guantanamo Bay in his congressional district if the president closes the prison. Would you want prisoners from Guantanamo housed in your state or town? Share your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I don't speak for anyone but myself, but the response ranged from what I consider simple, to the point, and honest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to answer the question. No, I do not want these people in my backyard, my neighborhood, my city, my state, or my country. I’m not saying to abuse them. . .but I do feel that they need a certain amount of higher level imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To just downright silly and having little or nothing to do with the actual question posed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Reality Show: “Sheet Heads Gone Wild!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, of course, the ever popular blind hatred and violence:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Innocent until proven guilty. Towel on head = guilty. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;There would be SO MANY American prisoners/inmates that would LOVE to get there hands on one of these terrorists. They’d be DEAD in days. Bring em’ on over to our prisons here in the states!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Reading through all of these responses took me through a gamut of emotions, so I decided to start jotting some of them down, and now I want to use this blog as an outlet. If you do not agree with something that I write, that is fine. The right to your own personal opinion is something that I, and countless thousands of others, have signed on the dotted line to protect - and I would actually be offended if you didn't invoke the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Some of these snippets pertain to the question posed, others are just random offshoots of thought that were inspired by the responses that were left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;First, why would anyone think that prisoners of war must be given Constitutional rights (the right to fair trial, namely) in order to be treated humanely? Constitutional rights are for American citizens, and we as a country are under no obligation to extend these rights to those who are not in that category - &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; to those who have done all in their power to destroy the way of life those rights were designed to protect. Now, I don't feel that we should just be randomly torturing people or feeding them rat feces or some other such ill treatment. If we want our POW's to be treated humanely, we must do unto others as an act of faith. This won't guarantee our captured soldiers good treatment, but the alternative certainly won't guarantee it, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Secondly, let's not fool ourselves when it comes to the motive for the terrorist actions against the U.S. The organizations may spout religious outrage, but let's face it - these actions against our country are motivated by the same desires that have been causing war and other harmful acts of one person unto another for centuries: power and money. IF the terrorists were acting against us because we don't share their religious beliefs, then they would be acting against all countries who didn't. ALSO, the U.S. is a country based on religious freedom. Yes, there are some religions that are more prevalent than others, but anyone here is free to worship as he or she feels proper (provided, of course, that it doesn't harm others). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thirdly, as to a "fair" trial - there is no such thing anymore. In a world of tort litigation, corrupt people, and expensive lawyers paid to find loopholes in the semantics of the written law, any semblance of fairness has long since been destroyed. There are many instances in which perfectly valid evidence was thrown out on a technicality (i.e. the investigator finding it before some judge was pulled from his bed to sign a piece of paper saying, essentially, that it was okay to go looking for it - Hello! The evidence would have been there either way! But such are the laws in a nation where we are terrified to step on anyone's toes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, one more item before I close out this posting. Anyone who believes that politicians are strong, moral people who are going to act on the behalf of the "common man" is living on an island of blind idealism and needs to catch the next boat back to reality. The campaigns that these people use to garner our votes cost money, and this money generally comes from special interest groups and/or other wealthy individuals. The politicians know who their meal ticket is and are natually going to cater to these people. If that happens to coincide with the well-being of the rest of the citizenry, then all the better - but that isn't a prerequisite. Who ever said blackmail isn't a valid, lucrative business?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I always find writing to be a very soothing practice. It helps me get thoughts and feelings out of my head in an organized manner so that I can further explore them and alter them as I deem necessary. I do feel better knowing that I stand somewhere - even if that somewhere lies in the gray area between far right and far left. I've been called a moderate conservative. I guess that, since one of my mottos is 'everything in moderation', that would be an accurate term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-2990568384572719584?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/2990568384572719584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=2990568384572719584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2990568384572719584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2990568384572719584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-politics.html' title='Ah, politics...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-6088578941113634236</id><published>2009-01-20T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:35:55.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't blogged since November, and a LOT has happened since then. Scott went to MI for Thanksgiving and enjoyed a couple of weeks with his parents and all three kids. We had a nice Christmas in Spokane with Cadence, Bethany, and their grandparents on their mother's side. It didn't go quite as planned because the overdose of snow caused the girls' plane to get redirected to Spokane rather than Seattle, so our drive over the pass got bumped up a few days and took nearly 8 hours rather than the usual 5 - but we still ended up having fun. It was a blessing to have the girls for the the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then January rolled around and we got the news of Scott's new job - in Ohio. I took him to the airport Sunday to fly in and start in the new position on Monday. I'll be going there in February for a couple of days to help look for our new residence, but I won't be moving permanently in June. It will be an interesting couple of months - seeing how it affects each of us individually and also how it affects our relationship. It is my hope that we all come out on the other side of it for the better. It was my choice to remain out here until June, and Scott is less than thrilled about it (to say the least) but it will make the transition easier for me. I look back on how stressful it was to move out here with only three weeks notice, and I do not want to repeat that fiasco. I was not a happy camper and the stress of the move (and all fo the things that went wrong) made it harder than was necessary to adjust to a new environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, that pretty much brings things up to date - the extremely condensed version.&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/1030344564956156894-6088578941113634236?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/6088578941113634236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=6088578941113634236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6088578941113634236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6088578941113634236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-its-been-awhile.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-2998010982957046681</id><published>2008-11-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:48:04.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Now that I've completed my drill for the month of November, I'm ready to sit back and enjoy the rest of the month.  This weekend, Scott and I are driving over to Spokane for a whirlwind visit with the Monsters.  Since I will not be able to go to MI for Thanksgiving with Scott and the girls, this will be a treat for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Scott has been going back there alot lately, and I've not been able to make it for most of the trips.  I'm starting to feel a little out of touch with home, and jealous - even resentful - that he is getting to go back without me.  I used a large chunk of my vacation time to go home in March on a mission to book a reception site.  So I've been scrimping and saving what's left in order to spend time with the girls this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My plan for the two weeks of solitude is to get my house cleaned up, get some clothes out of my closet and into the Goodwill donation box, watch alot of chick flicks, eat some chocolate and mashed potatoes (not together! ew!), and just relax.  After these last couple of months, where every day had a plan and putting the brakes on for some rest was not an option, I'm more than ready to try my hand at being like a vegetable.&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/1030344564956156894-2998010982957046681?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/2998010982957046681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=2998010982957046681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2998010982957046681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/2998010982957046681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-ive-completed-my-drill-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-3078025799674872085</id><published>2008-10-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:49:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning new things &amp; going, going, going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I've been playing around a little with my photobucket account and learned to make online scrapbooks and a cute little slideshow of my nephew (see bottom of page).  I just love learning new things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In other news, I'm going shopping tonight for the stuff for Jessica's baby shower, and I also have to take some photos in to the Kodak photo center to scan and make copies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The scrapbooks I'm doing for the girls are not progressing as I had hoped - in fact, I only like one page out of all the one's I've completed.  It might be because I have never worked with an 8x8 album before, and, as it turns out, I don't care for them or it could be because I have given myself a time-limit (Christmas) to finish them, so instead of scrapping when the mood strikes, I'm forcing myself to do a page every night to get them done.  Or it could be a combination of those reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I looked at the calendar the other day and realized that I don't have a single free weekend that doesn't have any plans or schedules until after Scott goes home to MI in November.  This weekend is the baby shower, next weekend is when Brian comes to visit and we are taking him over to Leavenworth and other stuff, the weekend after that is drill, then the next weekend (Nov 8/9) we ride over to Spokane to visit the girls while they are visiting their grandparents.  Whew!  I cannot WAIT to have a spare moment to snuggle up on the couch with a chick flick, something chocolatey, and my fuzzy blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-3078025799674872085?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/3078025799674872085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=3078025799674872085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3078025799674872085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/3078025799674872085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-new-things-going-going-going.html' title='Learning new things &amp; going, going, going...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-7452626909908091525</id><published>2008-10-13T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:49:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's another Monday - but thanks to the federal holiday, it's actually so tame I have time to breathe.  I might not have the day off, but the post office being closed makes my day pretty boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott has taken my aunt up to the casino for the day.  They were planning a ride on the ferry over to one of the islands, but the weather isn't playing nice today.  The casino was plan B.  Yesterday (Sunday) we went to Leavenworth and had a full day and a delicious lunch.  I had German sausage, sauerkraut, winekraut, fried potatoes, and rye bread.  Yum!  Aunt Tina had goulash.  We purchased some truffles from the chocolate shop and also got some gorgeous photos of the mountains and river.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday, her first full day out here, I took here into Seattle Center and she went up in the Space Needle (I'm so proud she overcame her fear of heights!), and then took the monorail down across to Westlake.  We then proceeded to wander around Pike's Market for a good couple of hours.  She had tons of fun, and that makes me very happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday was a mellow day.  We went to Mad Scrapper and Boehm's in Issaquah and then we went shopping that evening and did some scrapbooking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talked to Ashley Saturday night and she is going to help me plan Jessica's baby shower for this upcoming weekend.  I'm so grateful for that - I have been so busy with everything else going on that all I had ready for the shower was a list of ideas!  This has definitely been a very hectic couple of months, and with the holidays just around the corner, I'm not seeing much of a break in the pattern until the new year.  Oh well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-7452626909908091525?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/7452626909908091525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=7452626909908091525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7452626909908091525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7452626909908091525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-7212824960354608567</id><published>2008-09-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:33:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpooling again...YAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott is home, finally.  This makes the commute so much easier.  I swear, one more day of driving alone and being denied the privilege (and convenience) of the carpool lane, and I might have lost my tenuous grasp on sanity.  I was 45 minutes late for work on Monday because it took me an hour and half (!!!!!) to go 26 miles.  Doesn't sound nearly as bad until you take into consideration that all but 4 miles of that is freeway and should take, at the speed limit, no more than a half hour.  Oh, well.  Such is the price we pay for living outside the city.  Anyway, the point is, I'm soooooo glad he's home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-7212824960354608567?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/7212824960354608567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=7212824960354608567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7212824960354608567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7212824960354608567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/09/carpooling-againyay.html' title='Carpooling again...YAY!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-891548478772539467</id><published>2008-09-21T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:26:16.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Pasties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, Jessica went home last night so that she could spend time with Cris, since they are on different schedules and don't get to see each other much as a result.  But we got the pasties started yesterday, and the first half of the batch baked so that she could take them home with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My main goal for today was to get the second half of the batch baked and frozen so that my kitchen wouldn't look like a tornado victim (pasty making requires large amounts of flour and space and dishes to prepare, and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; get messy).  I finished them up around 2:30, and used the leftover dough to make cinnamon rolls, which are usually quite tasty because I put TONS of sugar on them :)  Here is a link to the wiki article on traditional Cornish pasties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornish_pasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scott is still in MI, and my roommate is at work, so I have the house all to myself (except the canine crew), and am enjoying the quiet and solitude.  I think I'll catch up on laundry, some scrapbooking, and Nora Roberts book I'm really into, and some television.  Wow, I just realized that I get to control the remote!  Sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1030344564956156894-891548478772539467?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/891548478772539467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=891548478772539467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/891548478772539467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/891548478772539467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-pasties.html' title='Making Pasties'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-6715830742047154185</id><published>2008-09-18T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:14:24.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am pinging off the walls!! Kristin and I carpooled in today since Scott is in MI, and we stopped at this little coffee shop I have had a gift certificate for since X-Mas 2006 but hadn't used yet. I got a latte 16-oz latte, and learned that I really don't need that much espresso in my system all at once. It tasted so good, though. I'll definitely be going there again, because they are inexpensive and the drinks were really tasty. Kristin had a chai latte and said that was super, too. Next time, though, I don't think I'll get such a big drink. The jitters are not so good, but the energy is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1030344564956156894-6715830742047154185?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/6715830742047154185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=6715830742047154185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6715830742047154185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/6715830742047154185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/09/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-7262149412177922853</id><published>2008-09-18T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:08:29.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ugh, I have not been running on all cylinders today.  I had to be up an hour and a half earlier than usual yesterday morning so that I could make it to a PCC seminar in Federal Way by 8:00.  Then, I was so exhausted yesterday after work that I fell asleep on the couch reading a book.  Scott did, too.  We snoozed for only a couple of hours, but it made getting to bed at a reasonable hour impossible.  I wasn't tired again until 1:30 am, and we had to be up at 3:30 to get Scott to the airport for his lovely red-eye flight.  He's going home for his grandmother's 95th birthday.  So Jessa is coming up this weekend to hang out - it'll make the weekend way more fun.  If I had to hang out by myself, I'd probably be a total vegetable and somebody would have to dig me up come Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-7262149412177922853?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/7262149412177922853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=7262149412177922853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7262149412177922853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/7262149412177922853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030344564956156894.post-5930183936089672850</id><published>2008-09-11T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:10:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...Me, a blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seemed like I was reading an awful lot of blogs lately. So rather than saving them all to my favorites, I thought maybe I would just start my own. Why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things going on in my life right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a new auntie! This is so exciting - I just wish I could have been there for the big day, but that is the price we pay for living 2000 miles from home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm planning a wedding. I have so much time to do this in, I'm not really pursuing too much right now. We do have the location for the reception, though, and also the church. And a date (sort of). It will be either Saturday, July 17, 2010 or Saturday, July 24, 2010. See - I told you I had awhile to plan :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcfaddensgrandrapids.com/photos_pearlroom.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.mcfaddensgrandrapids.com/photos_pearlroom.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.umcmiddleville.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.umcmiddleville.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm also planning a baby shower. Jessa's baby girl is due in November, and we are planning a little get-together at her house for the end of October. I gotta get my rear in gear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The military has had me running around quite a bit lately, as well. There are quite a few units getting ready for deployment, and my unit has a hand in each one of those pies. Hopefully, all of the running around will get me in shape for a December PT test. Nothing like running two miles in the cold and rain (and possibly snow!) that you can certainly expect from Seattle that time of year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm hungry, it's lunchtime, and I don't have anything else to report right now, so I guess this is it for my first blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030344564956156894-5930183936089672850?l=bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/feeds/5930183936089672850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1030344564956156894&amp;postID=5930183936089672850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5930183936089672850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030344564956156894/posts/default/5930183936089672850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bella-anna-bella.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-seemed-like-i-was-reading-awful-lot.html' title='Hmmm...Me, a blogger?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167482079746934729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RiKmOTYQ7yk/SlOSKl5ZOOI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/OkVj_gS_Nxc/S220/Photo+45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
