<?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-2630624424457784025</id><updated>2011-08-11T08:10:53.677-07:00</updated><category term='Italy'/><category term='birthday'/><title type='text'>But only sometimes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-6440965971359165756</id><published>2010-11-13T10:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:26:05.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grover does the Old Spice commercial</title><content type='html'>So loving this.  Who doesn't love a monster with comedic ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkd5dJIVjgM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkd5dJIVjgM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-6440965971359165756?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6440965971359165756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=6440965971359165756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/6440965971359165756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/6440965971359165756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/groover-does-old-spice-commercial.html' title='Grover does the Old Spice commercial'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-1225930136441526853</id><published>2010-11-12T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:30:41.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>Man to another man he must be interviewing:&lt;br /&gt;"Picture a baby tree in your front yard.  You know, they are pretty one dimensional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saplings&lt;/span&gt; are three dimensional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-1225930136441526853?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1225930136441526853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=1225930136441526853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/1225930136441526853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/1225930136441526853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2010/11/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-3213251149010568233</id><published>2010-03-03T21:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:21:37.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New hilarious website</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else get cute animal emails with "words of wisdom" attached to them ALL the time?  Blah. www.fupenquin.com is the cure for you.  I think this one is my favorite.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPRJcY91HB4/Svtsn3XqPRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/091fhJs9XPs/s1600-h/A-Beautiful--Fruit-Dove-004.jpg" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPRJcY91HB4/Svtsn3XqPRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/091fhJs9XPs/s400/A-Beautiful--Fruit-Dove-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403031610094927122" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you think you fucking invented that pose. Well guess what, fucktard: BIRDS HAVE BEEN USING THAT POSE FOR YEARS. You don't look contemplative, you just look like a Mexican flag with wings. And by the way, "Fruit Dove"? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Gayest. Name. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;maybe this one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&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:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPRJcY91HB4/SvtlOQvTjuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YeHVkqTRKDs/s1600-h/mandrill.jpg" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPRJcY91HB4/SvtlOQvTjuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YeHVkqTRKDs/s400/mandrill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403023473646997218" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandrill, I'd like to introduce you to a concept called restraint. Here's how it works: I don't make fun of the fact that you think chewing on a twig is cool, and you refrain from looking like your mom had sex with a box of Fruit Loops and made you. Honestly, of all the &lt;a href="http://www.factzoo.com/sites/all/img/mammals/monkeys/gibbon.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;ridiculously&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://k43.pbase.com/g6/17/666717/2/73929545.iRwm9jtP.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;insane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/Guardian/environment/gallery/2008/aug/04/endangeredspecies/112383-7845.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;monkeys&lt;/a&gt; out there, you have to be the craziest one of all. You're a primate, Mandrill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;not a fucking Care Bear&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/2630624424457784025-3213251149010568233?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3213251149010568233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=3213251149010568233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3213251149010568233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3213251149010568233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-hilarious-website.html' title='New hilarious website'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPRJcY91HB4/Svtsn3XqPRI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/091fhJs9XPs/s72-c/A-Beautiful--Fruit-Dove-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-2233089839349930682</id><published>2010-01-24T21:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:43:57.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new twist on an old post</title><content type='html'>Alison needs...typed into Google in quotes produced this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...help for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...to argue something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...to work extra hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...to learn how to pose in pictures.  (This one is especially true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...needs a garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...help to run her affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...to eat a good meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...to come out of the kitchen from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alison needs...even more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-2233089839349930682?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2233089839349930682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=2233089839349930682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2233089839349930682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2233089839349930682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-twist-on-old-post.html' title='A new twist on an old post'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-5217754686295601672</id><published>2009-12-06T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:35:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at the expense of others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SxvpNF8QEKI/AAAAAAAADCk/xohRvOKMUXM/s1600-h/DSCF0120-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SxvpNF8QEKI/AAAAAAAADCk/xohRvOKMUXM/s200/DSCF0120-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412175788358242466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this video as I was looking at balloon art.  Why balloon art?  Lesley and Mike brought  me part of a balloon sculpture from a museum event they were doing.  We had it at our outside table while eating at Joe's Farm Grill and no one even looked at it!  It must have been at least 8 feet tall too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress.  The point of this post?  Balloons are funny.  People getting inside of balloons is funnier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhSD3hmpxa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhSD3hmpxa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1615/f6a8e1d3318a9b4d54dfe42abffcfb86/image/d282e3e6cd99c4d5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2630624424457784025-5217754686295601672?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5217754686295601672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=5217754686295601672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5217754686295601672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5217754686295601672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/laughing-at-expense-of-others.html' title='Laughing at the expense of others'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SxvpNF8QEKI/AAAAAAAADCk/xohRvOKMUXM/s72-c/DSCF0120-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-2853484603834960229</id><published>2009-12-05T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:22:47.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>I love this song.  Oh the business socks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2630624424457784025-2853484603834960229?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2853484603834960229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=2853484603834960229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2853484603834960229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2853484603834960229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-4765917355869908655</id><published>2009-10-17T09:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:53:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"An Echo in the Bone" Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I was lucky enough to go to the release party for my favorite author's new book.  Diana Gabaldon is the author of the &lt;em&gt;Outlander&lt;/em&gt; series and if you haven't read it yet, shame on you.  Go out and get it right now.  I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really there is no way to describe her books but I'll try with a few choice adjectives: Historical fiction, time travel, witty, humorous, romance, war, and mystery. Just trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/StnsjJ2dLHI/AAAAAAAAC9k/TILLYV9ziPU/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/StnsjJ2dLHI/AAAAAAAAC9k/TILLYV9ziPU/s400/DSCF0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a signed copy of her book.  I haven't had a chance to finish it yet but I'm almost there.  I kind of don't want to hurry up and read it though since then it will be over and I won't be able to read more until the next one comes out, of which she assured us there was one.  Based on the general lengths of her novel, I'd say it might be awhile too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/StnsjaWcecI/AAAAAAAAC9s/39973ukPjqc/s1600-h/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/StnsjaWcecI/AAAAAAAAC9s/39973ukPjqc/s400/DSCF0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very gracious and well spoken and not only read  parts of the new books to us but explained her writing process and how she came up with such a ludicrously, marvelous idea for a novel.  Her she is explaining how time travel got introduced to the novel.   Apparently it was all Claire's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7eb2b051e9e67123" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7eb2b051e9e67123%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5325E53083A5A6F15A9D01DF2586490E5ECF0EB.113E575695BFCF3F0B808EBADA21DF259ED5E725%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eb2b051e9e67123%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDooAjs3GyIcj4oRy9TrcCZu9s0k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7eb2b051e9e67123%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5325E53083A5A6F15A9D01DF2586490E5ECF0EB.113E575695BFCF3F0B808EBADA21DF259ED5E725%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eb2b051e9e67123%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDooAjs3GyIcj4oRy9TrcCZu9s0k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she read an excerpt from the book.  It was a particularly tawdry scene.  My favorite part was watching Jason blush next to me.  If you have the book she is reading from page 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15600a47d515b55d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15600a47d515b55d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3305374315DCF1176A154937C63BE407C944B1C2.3E6D4AD1DCB1E371096A5ED36B567471A19B806F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15600a47d515b55d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGI4ZlOCL9RgspyLdu2YdDCw7yM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15600a47d515b55d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253635%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3305374315DCF1176A154937C63BE407C944B1C2.3E6D4AD1DCB1E371096A5ED36B567471A19B806F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15600a47d515b55d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGI4ZlOCL9RgspyLdu2YdDCw7yM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great stroke of luck that my favorite author actually lives in Scottsdale and that my husband was willing to go with me to this event.  Thanks to the both of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;**Update: Finished it!  Loved it!  So glad to hear there is another one, especially since this one stops, not ends.  More please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-4765917355869908655?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4765917355869908655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=4765917355869908655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/4765917355869908655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/4765917355869908655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/echo-in-bone-signing.html' title='&quot;An Echo in the Bone&quot; Signing'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/StnsjJ2dLHI/AAAAAAAAC9k/TILLYV9ziPU/s72-c/DSCF0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-1537782099795793148</id><published>2009-10-12T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:59:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Monte Carlo</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned before how amazing my sister is?  She put on her second Monte Carlo for the Museum of Contemporary Art in La Jolla recently.  This is their big gala fundraiser for the year and what an event it is.  The whole museum is basically redone in a swanky theme.  Food, silent auction, blackjack tables, dancing, entertainment, and open bar.  There is a dinner before hand but while my "connection" was able to pull us entry into the after-party, I don't think there is any hope other than catching a glimpse of the dinning room for the dinner considering tables are quiet pricey.  Just trust me on this one.  My salary for the year.  Really.  We had a wonderful time, as did everyone else.  If you can make it next year, please do!  I know she is already starting to plan.  You rock Les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 485px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8922_1159039949758_1640562385_386027_232218_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs262.snc1/8922_1159041789804_1640562385_386035_262872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 457px; height: 303px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8922_1159040069761_1640562385_386030_3212824_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-1537782099795793148?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1537782099795793148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=1537782099795793148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/1537782099795793148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/1537782099795793148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/club-monte-carlo.html' title='Club Monte Carlo'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-2283758551151085200</id><published>2009-08-10T20:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:31:26.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is what I think of the Career Ladder/SAP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you don't know what it is, don't ask.  Or just watch this clip and it will all make sense.  Or maybe not.  Can you tell I am finding ways to avoid it at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMg_BDuvaHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMg_BDuvaHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/2630624424457784025-2283758551151085200?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2283758551151085200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=2283758551151085200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2283758551151085200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2283758551151085200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-this-is-what-i-think-of-sap.html' title='And this is what I think of the Career Ladder/SAP.'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-8850742646279273745</id><published>2009-08-10T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:15:31.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with a first grader...</title><content type='html'>M: Guess what I'm wearing?&lt;div&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Well, I have...these things...I have days of the week underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Are you wearing "Monday"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Yep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-8850742646279273745?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8850742646279273745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=8850742646279273745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8850742646279273745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8850742646279273745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/conversation-with-first-grader.html' title='A conversation with a first grader...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-7411704315373655242</id><published>2009-08-01T13:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:36:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel about Facebook</title><content type='html'>It is such a love/hate relationship.  Sort of like watching a trashy t.v. show (not that I would EVER do that either).  You don't want to admit you are into it, but knowing that everyone else is makes it somehow okay at the same time.  That is how I feel about Facebook.  You like it, even though it isn't really "good for you".  This song seems to capture the essence of that bad side.  Really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7MuwPlOiNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7MuwPlOiNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/2630624424457784025-7411704315373655242?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7411704315373655242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=7411704315373655242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/7411704315373655242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/7411704315373655242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-feel-about-facebook.html' title='How I feel about Facebook'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-2698529298888055991</id><published>2009-05-10T17:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:38:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've all done it...</title><content type='html'>Googled yourself that is.  The other day I stumbled across a variant of "googling".  Instead of meerly typing in your name type "Unfortnately, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your name&lt;/span&gt;".  It must be in the quotes or it won't work.  Here are some of my personal favorites.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison doesn't know the first thing about cars." (No I don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison was forced to move to Texas" (Yikes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Her family came from a long line of butchers, but unfortunately Alison showed little talent in this area." (Thank God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison began to dry heave early Saturday morning." (Not sure why but this is my favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison was right." (The story of my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison has yet to have another travel experience since her awe-inspiring trip to South Dakota."  (Been there? Yes. Awe-inspiring? No.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison had to withraw the night before due to her horse going lame." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison had a little accident while dancing on a club stage last Saturday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison is presently without a band."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Unfortunately, Alison was very scared of these phallic mushrooms and didn't want to be anywhere near them at the end. (No kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Too fun.  Now go check yours out.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-2698529298888055991?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2698529298888055991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=2698529298888055991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2698529298888055991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/2698529298888055991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-youve-all-done-it.html' title='You know you&apos;ve all done it...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-813487981867827310</id><published>2009-05-10T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:36:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilt red wine is worthy of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Not only for the obvious loss of good alcohol but the stain is a constant reminder of that painful loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:12440"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/12440"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=12440" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-813487981867827310?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/813487981867827310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=813487981867827310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/813487981867827310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/813487981867827310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/spilt-red-wine-is-worthy-of-tears.html' title='Spilt red wine is worthy of tears'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-5048352080339626985</id><published>2009-03-22T12:56:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:36:46.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring already?</title><content type='html'>   This is why I was never any good at keeping a diary when I was young.  Not because nothing was happening that I felt like recording, it's just that it always seemed like an awful lot of work.  Well here is a recap of the past 3 months in a nutshell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   After Christmas, Sister, her boyfriend, Jason and I with our respective dogs went to Julian in search of pie and snow.  We were successful in both.  However, it has been decided that we will not go on such an outing again because Tobin did far outshine Nani in public.  She is still not over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScacPNSroZI/AAAAAAAACUA/A_n_Jzqt9Lc/s200/DSCF2471.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316108195237437842" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScabxuUPCfI/AAAAAAAACT4/e_oKLinZt88/s200/DSCF2479.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316107688706247154" /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   We had a lovely New Year's at home with our good friends, Craig and Alison.  Not that I need an excuse to eat crab and tiger prawns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Next came Maren's baby shower.  Maren and Les have been friends since preschool and it was pretty crazy that she was having a baby.  Austin was born March 11.  Welcome to the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScadVF9QY5I/AAAAAAAACUQ/6yUtSlJUEk4/s200/Austin" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316109395859366802" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScadUfOPE_I/AAAAAAAACUI/hOg-FjUMWds/s200/DSCF2631.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316109385461601266" /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Spring arrived in Arizona early an we took advantage of the good weather and went to see our first Spring Training game.  It was a blast and we can't wait to do it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Jason celebrated his 30th birthday on March 13.  We had a nice little party for him here and then we went home and had a family celebration there.  I think he was most excited about golfing in the tournament that my sister was putting on.  He had a great time with Mike and his friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScagsUskWaI/AAAAAAAACUY/atbg7kJwF_8/s200/DSCF0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316113093487778210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScagtBk4VbI/AAAAAAAACUg/mvjuFKPFEDY/s200/IMG_1353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316113105535129010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScagtjJCarI/AAAAAAAACUo/MSZpZGrYNmU/s200/IMG_1115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316113114545154738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   There you go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-5048352080339626985?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5048352080339626985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=5048352080339626985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5048352080339626985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5048352080339626985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-spring-already.html' title='It&apos;s Spring already?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ScacPNSroZI/AAAAAAAACUA/A_n_Jzqt9Lc/s72-c/DSCF2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-5109756310960917770</id><published>2008-12-30T09:40:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:24:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas That Lasted a Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       We just got back from a week long trip to spend Christmas in San Diego with my family.  We didn't plan on staying for  a week but we were having such a good time and were being spoiled so delightfully well that we just couldn't bear to leave any sooner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpQ0a-MjvI/AAAAAAAACAI/GoMhjKVAqY0/s200/LaurieFootedBowl4p5inF8.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285625974196309746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My aunt, uncle, and cousins came down for Christmas Eve and we had a wonderful dinner and had fun exchanging presents.  They always give the most wonderful gifts and this year was no exception.  I can't wait to use these new bowls!  I'm thinking ice cream. Yes, definitely ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we had a great Christmas with more wonderful presents and a wonderful breakfast or french toast casserole and baked pears with struesel prepared by yours truly.  Among the favorites of the day were the dark chocolate caramels with sea salt (thank you Trader Joes!), a beautiful jewlery box from my mom and dad, and a great day bag from my sister.  Thanks you guys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpV9Sz9A1I/AAAAAAAACBQ/m9wEEWnQ798/s200/DSCF2435.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285631624182825810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a great dinner.  Mom made the now traditional prime rib (and tiger prawns for those of us not so meat inclined).  Nani looks forward to this night all year and this is the reason she loves to see boxes in the house and will jump in the first one she finds.  All of this is because she gets to have the bone when everyone is finished.  She had to share with Tobin this year but I don't think she even noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the days we were there we decided to go up to Julian with my sister and her boyfriend and our respective dogs.  Lets just say there was a beautiful drive, time with sister, dogs in the snow, and (of course) apple pie.  All in all, a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a great time being home with family.  I have put up a link to our web album with more photos if you are interested.  Thanks everyone for making this a wonderful holiday.  I can't wait to see everyone again in a couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpVPAMELBI/AAAAAAAACA4/TLxRglL-W4o/s200/DSCF2432.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630828909702162" /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpVQc21YTI/AAAAAAAACBI/96ieRUif3ws/s200/DSCF2417.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630853785149746" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpVQNI_hlI/AAAAAAAACBA/6xy9nHlPr3Q/s200/DSCF2452.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285630849566344786" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FAEmery4444%2Falbumid%2F5285618082377542273%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-5109756310960917770?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5109756310960917770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=5109756310960917770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5109756310960917770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5109756310960917770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-that-lasted-week.html' title='The Christmas That Lasted a Week'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SVpQ0a-MjvI/AAAAAAAACAI/GoMhjKVAqY0/s72-c/LaurieFootedBowl4p5inF8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-5565374986668119224</id><published>2008-12-09T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:23:35.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Team"</title><content type='html'>We had our final games of the season on Saturday, a double header in fact.  We lost one and then won one.  They are a great bunch of guys even if they won't let me call the team "The Unicorns".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9SP09MLkI/AAAAAAAABwA/bo1BoJQCmW8/s1600-h/az+united+fall+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9SP09MLkI/AAAAAAAABwA/bo1BoJQCmW8/s400/az+united+fall+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278027720168320578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-5565374986668119224?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5565374986668119224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=5565374986668119224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5565374986668119224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/5565374986668119224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/team.html' title='&quot;The Team&quot;'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9SP09MLkI/AAAAAAAABwA/bo1BoJQCmW8/s72-c/az+united+fall+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-8490659925010107672</id><published>2008-12-01T21:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:18:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9QyedVB4I/AAAAAAAABvo/yYVmFApV9Ug/s1600-h/DSCF2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9QyedVB4I/AAAAAAAABvo/yYVmFApV9Ug/s200/DSCF2298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026116401268610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time in San Diego for Thanksgiving.  It was raining while we drove out (really hard in some areas, we even saw a jack-knifed big rig) but we made it there just fine.   Mom did a great job making the table arrangements and Nani and Grandma had a great time visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NtuHXE0I/AAAAAAAABvI/yWCPPnsCwi4/s1600-h/DSCF2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NtuHXE0I/AAAAAAAABvI/yWCPPnsCwi4/s200/DSCF2288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278022736169866050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NCncZTKI/AAAAAAAABug/xywZXHajv5A/s1600-h/DSCF2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NCncZTKI/AAAAAAAABug/xywZXHajv5A/s200/DSCF2294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278021995644669090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NDazH5mI/AAAAAAAABuw/pbJlM_0nT8Y/s1600-h/DSCF2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NDazH5mI/AAAAAAAABuw/pbJlM_0nT8Y/s200/DSCF2324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278022009430206050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NuJPGSAI/AAAAAAAABvQ/qJvn9V4Zomw/s1600-h/DSCF2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NuJPGSAI/AAAAAAAABvQ/qJvn9V4Zomw/s200/DSCF2319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278022743450077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving I made some gingerbread pear muffins that I have been wanting to make for awhile.  I love food that blurs the line between breakfast and dessert.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to go down into San Diego to take a look at Lesley's new place.  Very cute and very bright.  No furniture to speak of yet but that somehow adds to the charm.&lt;br /&gt;All and all a wonderful time with family.  I can't wait to do it again in a couple of weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9Q_0UvBSI/AAAAAAAABvw/_meXm1QKkBU/s1600-h/DSCF2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9Q_0UvBSI/AAAAAAAABvw/_meXm1QKkBU/s200/DSCF2356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026345609102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9O45H_G9I/AAAAAAAABvY/UPYe2YvNMus/s1600-h/DSCF2298.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9NEB62G7I/AAAAAAAABu4/BNafBU1nL08/s1600-h/DSCF2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-8490659925010107672?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8490659925010107672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=8490659925010107672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8490659925010107672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8490659925010107672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/ST9QyedVB4I/AAAAAAAABvo/yYVmFApV9Ug/s72-c/DSCF2298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-3514539157375585273</id><published>2008-11-30T20:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:14:20.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible to drool on your feet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piperlime.com/Asset_Archive/PLWeb/Assets/Product/614/614655/main/pl614655-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;              &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.piperlime.com/Asset_Archive/PLWeb/Assets/Product/614/614655/main/pl614655-00p01v01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;Oh how my feet deserve these! They slave for me every day but unfortunately I feel that if I did get them they would be all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Damn you Queen Creek and your two lane roads!&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/2630624424457784025-3514539157375585273?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3514539157375585273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=3514539157375585273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3514539157375585273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3514539157375585273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-possible-to-drool-on-your-feet.html' title='Is it possible to drool on your feet?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-6427746174264317480</id><published>2008-11-22T07:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:47:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, and cans, and yelling kids, oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSgZyMR5_8I/AAAAAAAABnA/4HqINXEey40/s1600-h/Kung+fu+panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSgZyMR5_8I/AAAAAAAABnA/4HqINXEey40/s200/Kung+fu+panda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271491713917648834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSgZi8ZLT9I/AAAAAAAABm4/IylQdFUb8pg/s1600-h/Kung+fu+panda.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;We had our annual movie night to support our local food bank last night.  The kids picked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt; to show which is really a cute movie; too bad I really didn't get to see it.  We brought in a lot of cans but the amazing part was how crazy the kids were even with their parents sitting right there (and not doing anything to help by the way)!  I had to stop the movie numerous times since it was so loud.  And then came the mess.  I couldn't believe how much trash was left on the ground.  I just kept telling myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;It's for a good cause &lt;/span&gt;not to mention the facts I had a lot of "free child labor" to help clean up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news...our camera is offically out of commision.  That means we'll have to do without it for our Thanksgiving trip home.  That is a little sad.  I am comforted by the fact that after close to five years I finally have a new phone!  It is one of those new touch phones which means I feel hip and with it but still not exactly sure how to use it.  Sorry in advance if I call you from the bottom of my purse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSgbbQH0neI/AAAAAAAABnI/zum4pZAn6qk/s200/PICT0009.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271493518835359202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking forward to Thanksgiving next week too.  In addition to creamed spinach, pumpkin soup, brandied yams, "birthday jello",  pumpkin pie (I'm sure Dad's already doing "test pies"), and turkey of course, Jason and I are looking forward to making our own additions.  Jason is going to make his wonderful pumpkin swirl cheesecake for "re-run" Thanksgiving and I'm going to make ginger pear muffins for breakfast.  I've been hitting the gym pretty hard this week in anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2630624424457784025-6427746174264317480?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6427746174264317480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=6427746174264317480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/6427746174264317480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/6427746174264317480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies-and-cans-and-yelling-kids-oh-my.html' title='Movies, and cans, and yelling kids, oh my!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSgZyMR5_8I/AAAAAAAABnA/4HqINXEey40/s72-c/Kung+fu+panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-8241608734088979478</id><published>2008-11-16T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:33:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A field trip to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOpFlCqI/AAAAAAAABmI/ONkySDhWRho/s1600-h/DSCF2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293179431357090" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOpFlCqI/AAAAAAAABmI/ONkySDhWRho/s200/DSCF2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKj00VERI/AAAAAAAABmY/wEbtzQYJKJs/s1600-h/DSCF2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293543357485330" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKj00VERI/AAAAAAAABmY/wEbtzQYJKJs/s200/DSCF2236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOKsF30I/AAAAAAAABl4/tXOckEi2gVI/s1600-h/DSCF2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293171271393090" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOKsF30I/AAAAAAAABl4/tXOckEi2gVI/s200/DSCF2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an exciting trip to the American Heritage Festival at Schnepf Farms on Friday. It is basically like a Renaissance Fair but for the colonial and revolutionary times. On field trips we teachers don't take groups of kids so I got a chance to wander around snapping pictures while checking on all of the groups. We had a great time and got some great photos although I can't post most of them here since the kids are in them. George Washington was as gracious as always. I look forward to it again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKUVLZ61I/AAAAAAAABmQ/hfEsm8yllOk/s1600-h/DSCF2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293277166299986" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKUVLZ61I/AAAAAAAABmQ/hfEsm8yllOk/s200/DSCF2279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOaItVlI/AAAAAAAABmA/ePVhJ2d-bZQ/s1600-h/DSCF2269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293175417951826" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOaItVlI/AAAAAAAABmA/ePVhJ2d-bZQ/s200/DSCF2269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKN65yieI/AAAAAAAABlw/4sCDQvnuxWc/s1600-h/DSCF2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293167033879010" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKN65yieI/AAAAAAAABlw/4sCDQvnuxWc/s200/DSCF2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2630624424457784025-8241608734088979478?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8241608734088979478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=8241608734088979478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8241608734088979478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8241608734088979478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-trip-to-remember_16.html' title='A field trip to remember'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBKOpFlCqI/AAAAAAAABmI/ONkySDhWRho/s72-c/DSCF2274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-8230631559107550919</id><published>2008-11-16T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:19:06.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The last birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBHXws2eTI/AAAAAAAABlg/0b_NzBwM99c/s1600-h/DSCF2198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290037559064882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBHXws2eTI/AAAAAAAABlg/0b_NzBwM99c/s200/DSCF2198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of my twenties that is. My birthday was on November 6 and overall it was a good day. Alas, the cop ended up being a real cop but hey, I need something to look forward to next year. The sister sent me a wonderful cake to my work and amid all of the cards and well wishes, Jason and "Alison 1" got me flowers and balloons. I think every birthday should be celebrated with balloons although I can't remember the last time the two went together. Jason also made me a wonderful cheesecake. The man doesn't always cook but he can make a mean cheesecake (no wonder I married him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-8230631559107550919?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8230631559107550919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=8230631559107550919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8230631559107550919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/8230631559107550919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-birthday.html' title='The last birthday...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SSBHXws2eTI/AAAAAAAABlg/0b_NzBwM99c/s72-c/DSCF2198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-7900563326211636679</id><published>2008-10-14T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:34:35.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><title type='text'>The Italian Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVjg0O1aEI/AAAAAAAABfk/Sms2K9Q3m_M/s1600-h/DSCF2143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVjg0O1aEI/AAAAAAAABfk/Sms2K9Q3m_M/s200/DSCF2143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257217555452749890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just back from Italy and finally at that point that some of the "adventures" we went on are now entirely amusing instead of being frustrating.  We went to Rome, Florence, back to Rome via Tuscany, Almalfi cast (Sorrento) , and finally back to Rome.  I think that we saw just about all there was to see.  We LOVED Sorrento, Montepulciano, Florence, Positano, "David", "The Birth of Venus", the Sistine Chapel, the Colosseum, silhouettes with scissors, the gelato (oh, the gelato!), our anniversary dinner, and all wonderful time we had together.  We have learned to laugh at flooded hotel rooms, "losing" our hotel, going to Bologna, phone ripped off walls, no phones that work, crowded buses, "scusi", missing the Forum by 2 minutes, scooters in the rain, the bathrooms, driving in Rome (God bless video games), and running to catch trains (yes, we were "that" couple).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FAEmery4444%2Falbumid%2F5254803204189834417%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-7900563326211636679?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7900563326211636679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=7900563326211636679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/7900563326211636679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/7900563326211636679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/italian-adventure.html' title='The Italian Adventure'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVjg0O1aEI/AAAAAAAABfk/Sms2K9Q3m_M/s72-c/DSCF2143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630624424457784025.post-3277049782709289061</id><published>2008-09-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:03:44.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am living the saying "There are never enough hours in the day"</title><content type='html'>     Well, actually, I guess my saying would be "there are never enough days in the week".  We've been trying to cram 5 days of material into 4 days of work while I am only working 3 days this week.  Hmm, sounds like fuzzy math to me.&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SL3wZxYz6sI/AAAAAAAABR0/LNk36kV0PPo/s200/DSCF1654.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241609866873924290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Along with that craziness, I seem to be waiting for my "3".  See, I have a theory that all problems come in threes.  Last week we had to replace the transmition on one of our cars (the other was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;replace only a month before) right after booking a trip to Italy.  Then, a rock shattered our sliding door.  Pretty, yet broken.  I'm getting a little edgy with the waiting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    What does it mean if your dreams are so close to your everyday life that you wake up not being able to tell the difference?  I dreamt I went to the grocery store, did laundry, made a couple phone calls...ugh.  Not that I'm wishing to bring on anything to crazy, but how come I can't dream about being on a tropical beach with my drink in a coconut?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     On another note, can't wait for the big musuem gala this weekend.  That definitely makes me sound more in the know than I actually am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630624424457784025-3277049782709289061?l=butonlysometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3277049782709289061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630624424457784025&amp;postID=3277049782709289061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3277049782709289061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630624424457784025/posts/default/3277049782709289061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butonlysometimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-living-saying-there-are-never.html' title='I am living the saying &quot;There are never enough hours in the day&quot;'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936060337512513890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SPVb9ogBsSI/AAAAAAAABfM/NQFE2t0KSo0/S220/Website+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qN4SLOHotJg/SL3wZxYz6sI/AAAAAAAABR0/LNk36kV0PPo/s72-c/DSCF1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
