<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:19:28.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rouse's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily Musings by Ms. A. Rouse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-111179702972996241</id><published>2005-03-25T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:30:29.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/bunny32.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/bunny32.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-111179702972996241?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/111179702972996241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=111179702972996241' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/111179702972996241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/111179702972996241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110936212496045516</id><published>2005-02-25T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T12:08:44.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Spell</title><content type='html'>Despite the downpour of rain southern california has experienced this week...this blog is having a dry spell. With that being said, please submit your requests for questions that you want me to answer in the comments of this blog entry. I need something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110936212496045516?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110936212496045516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110936212496045516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110936212496045516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110936212496045516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/dry-spell.html' title='Dry Spell'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110902374998589792</id><published>2005-02-21T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:09:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/IM000268.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/IM000268.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this beautiful picture of myself...who wouldn't want to date this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110902374998589792?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110902374998589792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110902374998589792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110902374998589792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110902374998589792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-wanted-to-share-this-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110857506774865437</id><published>2005-02-16T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:31:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm..recipes?</title><content type='html'>Q: Describe one of your favorite recipes and tell where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The first thing that popped into my head when seeing this prompt isn't really a "recipe" persay, its just a weird combination of foods that sometimes people look at me strangely for eating. This would be pretzels (the little hard ones, not the big soft ones) and cream cheese. The "recipe" came from my dad and who knows where he got it from. My dad always had the best snacks around. I highly suggest trying pretzels and cream cheese if you haven't before, you'll be pleasantly surprised. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110857506774865437?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110857506774865437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110857506774865437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110857506774865437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110857506774865437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/mmmmrecipes.html' title='Mmmm..recipes?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110851068872690013</id><published>2005-02-15T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:38:08.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Q: Can you accept yourself as you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: This is a difficult question for me cuz yes I can for the most part, if I couldn't I probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed every day. But there are a lot of things that I'm not willing to accept forever. I'm not willing to accept the fact that I can't do certain things because of shyness/social anxiety. I'm not willing to accept the fact that I have a hard time standing up for myself. I think everyone has little things that they won't accept about themselves forever, but its a process to get through. If we were perfectly acceptable the way we are, what fun would life be? what lessons would we learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110851068872690013?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110851068872690013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110851068872690013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110851068872690013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110851068872690013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110842173788797535</id><published>2005-02-14T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:55:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean that up!</title><content type='html'>Q: What needs cleaning in your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Right now, our kitchen floor is looking pretty dirty. Its the type of floor where you have to get down on your hands and knees Cinderella style and scrub that puppy until you blink and you still see the floor tiles 10 minutes after finishing the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110842173788797535?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110842173788797535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110842173788797535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110842173788797535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110842173788797535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/clean-that-up.html' title='Clean that up!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110808363144791451</id><published>2005-02-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:03:01.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job History</title><content type='html'>Q: List the jobs you've had during your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;1. AMC Town &amp;amp; Country 1 - staff member&lt;br /&gt;  2. AMC Saratoga 14 - staff leader&lt;br /&gt;  3. Rite Aid - cashier&lt;br /&gt;  4. Apple Computer, Inc. - project coordinator&lt;br /&gt;  5. Metropolitan Camino Real - staff member&lt;br /&gt;  6. UCSB Annual Fund - telefundraiser&lt;br /&gt;  7. Davies Perceptioneering - news/media coordinator&lt;br /&gt;  8. Alloy Inc. - database/research coordinator&lt;br /&gt;  9. NetLojix - marketing specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in order of earliest to latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110808363144791451?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110808363144791451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110808363144791451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110808363144791451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110808363144791451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/job-history.html' title='Job History'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110799667967087416</id><published>2005-02-09T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:51:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>Q: What would you do if the sun didn't rise tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If the sun didn't rise tomorrow, I would probably sleep in. Then I'd get up and be really confused. I'd probably call into work and see if people showed up or not. Then, I might be a little bit worried about why the sun didn't come up. I might go on the Internet and check and see if there was supposed to be some eclipse or not. I'd probably check on the news to see if it was just happening here in Santa Barbara, or elsewhere too. It would be a cool thing to talk about for awhile though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110799667967087416?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110799667967087416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110799667967087416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110799667967087416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110799667967087416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110790479967335226</id><published>2005-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T15:19:59.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotations</title><content type='html'>Q: What is you favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: My favorite quote is from a french children's book called &lt;i&gt;Le Petit Prince&lt;/i&gt; or in English, &lt;i&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/i&gt;. Written by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The quote is: "What is essential is invisible to the eye." The reason why I like this quote is I think I tend to worry about things easily, things that don't even matter when the important things like relationships are the things I should be thinking more about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110790479967335226?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110790479967335226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110790479967335226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110790479967335226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110790479967335226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotations.html' title='Quotations'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110780822525352753</id><published>2005-02-07T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:30:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Cereal World</title><content type='html'>...and I'm a cereal girl. I think Fridays I get lazy because I forgot to do the daily blog on Friday. Anyways, here is today's entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Write about your favorite cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: My favorite cereal is Corn Chex. Wow, I know it sounds boring, but I love Corn Chex. They don't really get soggy as fast as the flake cereals, they have a nice crunch, and nice corn taste. Mmmm. Now, Rice Chex, for some reason doesn't really do it for me, I feel as if Rice Chex gets soggier faster than Corn Chex. Anyway, I think part of the reason why Corn Chex is my favorite cereal is because growing up I was never really allowed to have the sugary cereals like Trix or Captain Crunch. I ended up liking Captain Crunch in college, but it made my mouth all raw after eating only 5 bowls :). I also detest any cereal that turns the milk another color. If I wanted chocolate milk, I'd get some hershey's syrup or nestle quik and dump it in there. Anyways, I think I'm just a big fan of corn cereal in general because I also enjoy Corn Flakes (wow, I really am boring), but they get soggier faster so only if I'm prepared to eat quickly do I indulge in Corn Flakes.&lt;br /&gt;The nastiest cereal: Mueslix. (or maybe Kashi, no Mueslix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110780822525352753?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110780822525352753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110780822525352753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110780822525352753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110780822525352753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/living-in-cereal-world.html' title='Living in a Cereal World'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110780784041890473</id><published>2005-02-07T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:24:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/pro_corn_main.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/pro_corn_main.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite cereal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110780784041890473?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110780784041890473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110780784041890473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110780784041890473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110780784041890473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-favorite-cereal.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110745034614303685</id><published>2005-02-03T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:05:46.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? No Internet?</title><content type='html'>Q: What did you do before we had the Internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, living in Silicon Valley I remember having the Internet when I was in Jr. High. I was obsessed. It was so cool back then, except I had a 50 hour a month limit, luckily I was the only one in the house that knew how to use it (my mom and older brother were clueless). I used to telnet to these chat room type things, but they called them "talkers." That was back when only the geeks, like me, were in the chat rooms. Ah...memories. Anyways, I'm not really answering the question.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I want to say that my job would be very very dull without the Internet, especially lately, because I have a lot of downtime. But before the Internet, at least on the computer, I used to play games and buy computer games. I remember playing Oregon Trail, Monopoly, Myst, etc. Away from the computer, I did the same stuff I still do today. Write letters (yes, I still have some snail mail pen pals), go play with friends (well, I don't really call it "playing" anymore, heh), watch TV, watch movies, read books. I did have this really cool typerwriter that had an erase function. My dad had an Atari system with amber screen and we'd play like Donkey Kong, Pole Position, Pac Man, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if life was necessarily better or worse back then, just different. I still love my Internet though :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110745034614303685?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110745034614303685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110745034614303685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110745034614303685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110745034614303685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-no-internet.html' title='What? No Internet?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110737945381729475</id><published>2005-02-02T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:24:13.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside is......frightful?</title><content type='html'>Q: The weather today makes me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Pretty good actually! I have this little weatherbug thing on my taskbar that says its 67 degrees outside. Its pretty nice here in Santa Barbara. Probably a good day to go to the beach, walk around State Street, or play basketball or soccer (if I had people to play with). The one thing that bugs me about the weather being so nice in Santa Barbara is that I don't really get time to enjoy it. I work 8-5, so by the time I get off work the sun is pretty much gone. I definitely am looking forward to daylight savings time. We really need to think about having daylight savings time year-round, yeah, at least in Santa Barbara :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110737945381729475?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110737945381729475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110737945381729475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110737945381729475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110737945381729475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-weather-outside-isfrightful.html' title='Oh the weather outside is......frightful?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110728680758154224</id><published>2005-02-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:40:07.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mentor</title><content type='html'>Q: Who is one person that has changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: That person would be my grandma, Adele Colesberry. I always felt a special bond with her. She was always somewhat of a mentor to me. I remember when I was younger I would go to her house during the summer and she taught me how to sew, we would learn new recipes, and she brought me with her to her sewing group. She always listened to me and took time off from whatever she was doing to just sit and talk with me. Nobody else in my family really gets it sometimes. Nobody else takes time just to listen and really invest in eachother. She was always encouraging and always wanted to read my papers or talk about future goals, I never really got that kind of attention with my parents. It was nice I remember one time she told me that I was her mentor too in a way. I don't really know the impact of what I was to her, all I can say is that she has impacted my life in such a special way. I remember when she passed on that I wrote her a letter and put it in w/ her ashes in the wall at the cemetery. I don't remember the entirety of the letter, but I did say that if I ever have a daughter I would name her Adele. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110728680758154224?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110728680758154224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110728680758154224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110728680758154224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110728680758154224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-mentor.html' title='My Mentor'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110728610206639348</id><published>2005-02-01T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:28:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/grandma.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/grandma.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother: Adele Chambers Colesberry&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110728610206639348?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110728610206639348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110728610206639348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110728610206639348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110728610206639348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-grandmother-adele-chambers.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110719046872706465</id><published>2005-01-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T08:54:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm a rebel</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I forgot to post on Friday, mainly cuz I was lazy and mainly because I was busy catching up on one of the messageboards I go on (ok, pretty much the only messageboard I go on....if you are cool you probably know which one it is) that was down for the previous day. I find out today that the messageboard is down again! Curses! Anyway, here is today's question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the values you cherish even though they run counter to societal values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, being a Christian I feel like a lot of my values aren't cherished by society, that are cherished by me. Society says live life for yourself, go out and get what YOU want, and trample anyone who gets in your way. Well, maybe not always, but pretty much. Since I choose to live my life for someone else, this dude Jesus, it conflicts with that individualistic nature that society cherishes.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the set of Christian values I have, there may be a few other values that differ. One being society's value of mayonaise. Now, I'm not sure if this is true, but I feel like most of society condones and even enjoys mayonaise, while I think it is wrong, very very wrong. I've attempted to rid the world of the white slime that creeps over your sandwich and sticks in the corner of your mouth (gagging), but to no avail. Therefore, I must believe that my disvalue (is that a word?) for mayonaise conflicts directly w/ society's value for it.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmkay..I think thats all I can think of for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110719046872706465?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110719046872706465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110719046872706465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110719046872706465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110719046872706465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes-im-rebel.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m a rebel'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110686173540262080</id><published>2005-01-27T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T13:36:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did she go?</title><content type='html'>Q: If you disappeared today, who would be affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, I'm not really sure what this question means. I mean, am I just disappearing for the day? If so, I doubt anyone would really be affected. I have absolutely no work to do today, so its not like I'm doing anything productive. I do have home group tonight and I know I would be missed there, so there's that. My roommates wouldn't really be affected because we never know where anyone else is, so they probably would think that I was out being da pimp that I am (jk). Yeah, so, my answer sadly....nobody :(&lt;br /&gt;If I disappeared forever today, now thats another story....maybe for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110686173540262080?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110686173540262080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110686173540262080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110686173540262080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110686173540262080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/where-did-she-go.html' title='Where did she go?'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110678748230812262</id><published>2005-01-26T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:58:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/hello_ferrari.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/hello_ferrari.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude...I so want this car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110678748230812262?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110678748230812262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110678748230812262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110678748230812262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110678748230812262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110677484787454525</id><published>2005-01-26T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:27:58.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>Q: Five of my pet peeves are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;1. People who brake when they don't need to, especially when getting off of an exit on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wasting energy&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything involving mayonaise&lt;br /&gt;4. Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;5. People who don't actually listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110677484787454525?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110677484787454525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110677484787454525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110677484787454525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110677484787454525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110669766449466489</id><published>2005-01-25T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T16:01:04.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=2660" alt="I am nerdier than 53% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&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/10138149-110669766449466489?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110669766449466489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110669766449466489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110669766449466489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110669766449466489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/nerd-alert.html' title='Nerd Alert!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110668737036898850</id><published>2005-01-25T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:46:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Sorry I kind of slacked off yesterday and didn't do a real Q and A blog. I know that I have hugely disappointed the masses of people that read this on a daily basis. Anyway, on with today's entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you saying goodbye to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't really know how to answer this question. I feel like everyday I'm saying goodbye to my ambitions, my creativeness, my passions. I don't really even know what they are at this point. I remember back in college being so driven to do something great and now I just sit in a cubicle. I think its a normal way to feel after being in the "corporate" world for awhile, you start to become just another cog in the wheel, not really standing out from the crowd like you thought you would. In a sense, just this question has motivated me to ask myself, what do I want, what are my goals? I find myself just living in the day and not really looking at the future. I don't want to say goodbye to those ambitions (whatever they may be), or else I'd be stuck doing this same job for the rest of my life (granted, I love my job, but come on, who wants to stay at one job for their whole life?). I guess what gets me stuck is making the decision, making the move. I keep telling myself, well I either want to go to business school or get a PhD in Communication and become a professor, but in order for me to start preparing for one of these paths, I have to make a decision, will I study for the GRE or the GMAT? Ahh, its maddening. Then I read stupid articles about how indecisive our generation is (the "twixters" article in Time Magazine) and at least that provides me with knowledge that I'm not the only one going through this. A question I have to ask is, was it really easier back then? Maybe, cuz you didn't have a choice and the decision was pretty much already made for you. Now I'm just rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110668737036898850?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110668737036898850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110668737036898850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110668737036898850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110668737036898850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110660454329285947</id><published>2005-01-24T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:09:03.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/640/46790566_l.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/3020/320/46790566_l.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110660454329285947?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110660454329285947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110660454329285947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110660454329285947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110660454329285947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110635320199046554</id><published>2005-01-21T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:20:36.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom! An Airport!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Write about a time when you saw the world from a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: When I was really young, I used to think that the big planes, the ones you go on normally, when you fly across the country/world, were called airports. And the little planes, the like 5 passenger planes that you see people flying around in leisurely were called airplanes. I don't remember what I thought the airport was called, since the planes were the airports. I wasn't very bright I guess. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10138149-110635320199046554?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110635320199046554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110635320199046554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110635320199046554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110635320199046554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/look-mom-airport.html' title='Look Mom! An Airport!'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110626449990146043</id><published>2005-01-20T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:41:39.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: If you could do anything at all (without consequences), what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Although this is probably a waste of an answer, cuz I probably could do this (although, I don't know if it would be without consequences) in real life. I would ask someone out, or at least make some type of move. I've been thinking about this way too much lately, but I'm really bad at showing someone that I am interested in them. I kind of just wait for them to do something about it, when they are probably sensing that I'm bored with them, when I actually do like them. So if I could do something without consequences (at least bad consequences), I would make a move.&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/10138149-110626449990146043?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110626449990146043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110626449990146043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110626449990146043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110626449990146043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/zero-consequences.html' title='Zero Consequences'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10138149.post-110616821686084895</id><published>2005-01-19T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T12:56:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: What was the last pair of shoes that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The last pair of shoes that I bought were these black flats from payless with a flower on them. The only picture I could find is of the pink version of them. Anyway, the story behind the shoes is that I saw them at Urban Outfitters originally for like $50. I liked them, but not THAT much. Then of course, Payless had an imitation version of them. So I bought them. I've gotten lots of compliments from wearing them. However, I think many other people also thought they were cute and I've seen so many people buy them since I bought them. I'm such a trendsetter! Anyways, I've worn them so much that they are kind of falling apart and I will probably have to throw them away soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen them in many colors, electric pink, mint green, turquoise, black, even orange. I think I am over this trend now that everyone else is on it :).&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/10138149-110616821686084895?l=rouses.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/feeds/110616821686084895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10138149&amp;postID=110616821686084895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110616821686084895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10138149/posts/default/110616821686084895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouses.blogspot.com/2005/01/nice-shoes.html' title='Nice Shoes'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263281648335830813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13897185738645464117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>