<?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-17290091</id><updated>2012-01-17T04:32:55.335-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='congratulations'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='media'/><category term='animals'/><category term='mail'/><category term='i might have a little too much time on my hands'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='devin'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='photos'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='cute'/><category term='home'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='summer'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='word of the day'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='globe and mail'/><category term='charity'/><category term='current events'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='family'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='internet'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='west coast 2008'/><category term='work'/><category term='science'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Idol'/><category term='friends'/><category term='victoria'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='weather'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='travels'/><category term='radio'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='advice'/><category term='stress'/><category term='self-indulgence'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='politics'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='song lyrics'/><category term='school'/><category term='Thing of the week'/><category term='links'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='television'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='life'/><category term='tidy'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='postsecret'/><category term='fire'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='editorials'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='drinks'/><category term='gender'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='random lists'/><category term='stories'/><category term='self-reflection'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='musings'/><category term='health'/><category term='vancouver'/><category term='serious coffee'/><category term='people and society'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>portrait of a girl dressed in blue (2005-2008)</title><subtitle type='html'>From September 2005 until August 2008 I was a graduate student at the university of Victoria. This blog is a collection of my experiences and reflections from that time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>437</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6000174671500764762</id><published>2008-12-30T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:10:19.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>I have moved (on).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.girlreadingaletteratanopenwindow.blogspot.com"&gt;Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6000174671500764762?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6000174671500764762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6000174671500764762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6000174671500764762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6000174671500764762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1878558039685468372</id><published>2008-08-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:29:16.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Coke Zero</title><content type='html'>Dear Coke Zero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; taste the difference.  And unfortunately, in a taste-off battle between you and regular Coke, you lose every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A concerned consumer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1878558039685468372?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1878558039685468372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1878558039685468372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1878558039685468372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1878558039685468372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/coke-zero.html' title='Coke Zero'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-403736170920010942</id><published>2008-08-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:05:16.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>whats on my mind this week</title><content type='html'>1) A caper is a vegetable.  The other day Devin and I were watching Top Chef and someone referred to a caper as a vegetable.  And I turned to Devin and said "a caper is a vegetable?" and he said "yes, what did you think it was?"  And I guess I had never really thought about it before.  Because really - what else could a caper be?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The other day I was in the campus photocopy place and a young man (20 or so) asked for thirty colour copies of his resume.  And I wanted to tell him that there was no earthly reason to have a resume that was in colour.  And that, in fact, it made him look unprofessional.  However, as it was clearly none of my business I said nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I know that a lot of people are disappointed with how Canada is doing in the Olympics.  And I know that I am sad that Canada has so far won no medals.  And I read that countries like the US and Russia manage to convert international success into medals 60% of the time, and Canada is only able to do so 30% of the time.  But at least as far as the pool is concerned, I am super proud of all the Canadian athletes.  What more can you ask from your athletes than personal bests and national records.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) However, the Olympics have preempted Coronation Street which does not make me happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-403736170920010942?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/403736170920010942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=403736170920010942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/403736170920010942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/403736170920010942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-on-my-mind-this-week.html' title='whats on my mind this week'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-9216145129987837519</id><published>2008-08-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:26:49.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>beauty is more than skin deep, but sometimes you just need to make your skin look beautiful</title><content type='html'>On Monday I had my first ever facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the best parts was that it was free.  It was my going-away gift from my boss at my old job and I finally got around to having it.  And it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.silkroadtea.com/"&gt;spa&lt;/a&gt; where I had my facial was lovely - and I would definitely go back if I wasn't leaving Victoria forever in less than a month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The esthetician was very sweet and very calm, and the spa was super "atmospheric".  Dim lights, aromatherapy scents wafting through the rooms, very relaxing music playing.  And one hour spent making my face looking beautiful!  Okay - technically my face didn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; any different afterwards, but I imagine that it is more beautiful on the inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone wanted to give me a free facial in the future I certainly wouldn't turn it down.  However, I think that if I was going to spend my own money on a spa service, I would spend it on a massage or body treatment, or mani/pedi rather than a facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although - must admit to achieving a bit of a state of zen and feeling an overwhelming sense of calm, and a belief that life is too short to harbour hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was meant for a life of reflection and none of this work business.  Oh well - I guess I'll find out soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-9216145129987837519?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9216145129987837519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=9216145129987837519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/9216145129987837519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/9216145129987837519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-is-more-than-skin-deep-but.html' title='beauty is more than skin deep, but sometimes you just need to make your skin look beautiful'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8106320263771392032</id><published>2008-08-11T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:54:56.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globe and mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>from the desk (blog) of Simon Beck</title><content type='html'>this blog post is dedicated to Devin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phelps might reckon he can out-gold Mark Spitz, but without Spitz's matinee-idol looks and trademark '70s porn star moustache, all he'll ever be is a strange humanoid who practises a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. C'mon Canada!! Lucky Day 4!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8106320263771392032?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8106320263771392032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8106320263771392032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8106320263771392032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8106320263771392032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-desk-blog-of-simon-beck.html' title='from the desk (blog) of Simon Beck'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1740323780542376793</id><published>2008-08-07T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:00:28.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might have a little too much time on my hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><title type='text'>40 things about me right now.</title><content type='html'>1. My uncle once: made mead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life: have I smoked a cigerette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was five: my best friend was named Thersea and my current friend Amanda was mean to me - we did not become friends for 11 more years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High school was: interesting and fun and filled with trips to starbucks; although I must admit that I wore very very unflattering clothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will never forget: cheating off Alex in a grade 2 spelling test and how badly I felt afterwards.  She didn't know how to spell the word either.  The word was Chunakh and I still cannot spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Once I met: the girl who played Sally Potts on Road to Avonlea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There’s this boy I know: and he is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Once, at a bar: a guy told me I looked like Lisa Loeb.  And two months later, another guy, at the same bar, also told me I looked like Lisa Loeb.  For what it's worth - I don't look like Lisa Loeb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last night: I watched Planet Earth with Devin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If only I had: $1000 a week for life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Next time I go to church: will later this month with Devin's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What worries me most: is uncertainty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I turn my head left I see: My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When I turn my head right I see: A wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You know I’m lying when: I laugh and say "no, I'm lying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: I don't know... I was six.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: someone kind and sweet who offered advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. By this time next year: I hope to be happily settled, enjoying the present and planning for the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A better name for me would be: Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have a hard time understanding: French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: realistically - get an MPA or a PhD. - but I'd like to get an undergrad degree in psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You know I like you if: I tell you things about myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Take my advice, never: place limits on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My ideal breakfast is: at the Shine Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A song I love but do not have is: the classical music which the song "midnight blue" is sung to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: visit my parents house - they are very nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Why won’t people: look out for other people and think about how their actions affect others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If you spend a night at my house: I will do my best to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I’d stop my wedding for: I don't know - but I know I would not stop it if I found out that my brother drove his car into the river on purpose just to ruin my big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The world could do without: violent radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: be surrounded by flying bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My favourite blonde(s) is/are: Devin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Paper clips are more useful than: tacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If I do anything well it’s: be supportive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I can’t help but: trust people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I usually cry: when I am jet-lagged or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My advice to my child/nephew/niece: love yourself.  love yourself.  love yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. And by the way: "hi mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1740323780542376793?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1740323780542376793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1740323780542376793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1740323780542376793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1740323780542376793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/40-things-about-me-right-now.html' title='40 things about me right now.'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4445528314987241694</id><published>2008-08-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:28:33.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>mail is fun!</title><content type='html'>I love getting mail.  I love sending mail.  I really just love mail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I received an envelope full of mail from my former roommate.  For the record, it was not very interesting mail - 2 visa bills and some junk mail but still... it was fun to receive an envelope full of mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today... I am still recovering from the excitment!  I received a postcard from my friend Jo from Nice!  And I received a beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=13858056"&gt;necklace&lt;/a&gt; I ordered from etsy!  A European postcard and a necklace in the same day!  Thank you Mr. Mailman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4445528314987241694?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4445528314987241694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4445528314987241694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4445528314987241694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4445528314987241694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/mail-is-fun.html' title='mail is fun!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3613422944597303431</id><published>2008-07-30T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:15:59.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>the problems of a 20something: Problem #84</title><content type='html'>When you are 25 and are still ID'ed when you try to buy a scratch-and-win lottery ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3613422944597303431?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3613422944597303431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3613422944597303431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3613422944597303431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3613422944597303431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/problems-of-20something-problem-84.html' title='the problems of a 20something: Problem #84'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7598404602006976578</id><published>2008-07-29T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:11:38.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>the problems of a 20something: Problem #137</title><content type='html'>It is easy and sometimes fun to be judgmental. However, the older I get the more I realize how destructive it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was talking to someone who said something quite judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I relayed the judgmental comment to Devin in a highly judgmental way. So it then occurred to me that not only was I being judgmental, but in being judgmental about someone else being judgmental I was also being a hypocrite. And isn't it worse to be judgmental AND a hypocrite than just to be judgmental? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the solution that I should embrace being judgmental in order to avoid being a hypocrite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit by me -Dorothy Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7598404602006976578?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7598404602006976578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7598404602006976578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7598404602006976578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7598404602006976578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/problems-of-20something-problem-137.html' title='the problems of a 20something: Problem #137'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8759793861801710505</id><published>2008-07-27T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:39:07.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>why I don't like pants</title><content type='html'>So in general, I am actually a big fan of pants.  However, there is one thing about pants that I find quite annoying.  The pant hem.  So you buy a pair of pants and they are too long.  So you get them hemmed.  Problem solved, right?  Wrong!  Because pants are hemmed to a certain length.  Which means that the pants look great when you wear the shoes that the pants were hemmed in.  Or any other shoes that are the same height as the shoes that the pants were hemmed it.  So if every day you wear one inch heels your pants will always fit.  But wear a pair of flats and the pants are too long.  The pants drag on the ground.  They no longer fit perfectly.  Wear a pair of two inch heels and the pair are too short.  They show too much of your socks or nylons.  They look funny.  This creates quite a problem when transitioning from summer shoes to winter shoes, from flats, to heels, to boots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants.  Can't live with them, can't live without 'em.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's great about being young and wearing jeans.  You buy them too long, walk all over them, destroy the bottoms, and tell your mom it's okay because that's the "style".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8759793861801710505?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8759793861801710505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8759793861801710505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8759793861801710505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8759793861801710505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-dont-like-pants.html' title='why I don&apos;t like pants'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6166881882756780648</id><published>2008-07-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:33:44.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>you know you're distracted when...</title><content type='html'>you wash your hair with conditioner.  And don't notice until you pick up your shampoo to condition your hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6166881882756780648?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6166881882756780648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6166881882756780648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6166881882756780648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6166881882756780648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-youre-distracted-when.html' title='you know you&apos;re distracted when...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5252862432599580488</id><published>2008-07-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:14:21.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>why you need your morning coffee to order your morning coffee</title><content type='html'>Me: Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;Barista: Good Morning. What can I get for you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would like a 16oz, non-fat vanilla... no vanilla... no vanilla.... no London Fog!  I would like a 16oz, non-fat London Fog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about triumphing over adversity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5252862432599580488?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5252862432599580488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5252862432599580488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5252862432599580488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5252862432599580488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-you-need-your-morning-coffee-to.html' title='why you need your morning coffee to order your morning coffee'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-849350227057245416</id><published>2008-07-11T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:07:05.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>when a relationship is like an ill-fated moon landing starring Tom Hanks</title><content type='html'>I think this is a super interesting description of how to make a relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about taking what you have, and, instead of trying to change it, finding a happy way to live with it. The movie image that just flashed into my head is in "Apollo 13," when the earthbound scientists stand at a table full of stuff representing everything the astronauts have available to them in the capsule. Their job is to rig something from those materials alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being part of a couple is the same way--you both bring certain things to the relationship, and that's what you have to work with. Either you can rig something with it or you can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carolyn Hax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-849350227057245416?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/849350227057245416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=849350227057245416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/849350227057245416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/849350227057245416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-relationship-is-like-ill-fated.html' title='when a relationship is like an ill-fated moon landing starring Tom Hanks'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7541551770707431798</id><published>2008-07-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:55:20.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>An Irish Triad</title><content type='html'>The three most short-lived traces: the trace of a bird on a branch, the trace of a fish on a pool, and the trace of a man on a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Away, Jane Urquhart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7541551770707431798?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7541551770707431798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7541551770707431798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7541551770707431798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7541551770707431798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-most-short-lived-traces-trace-of.html' title='An Irish Triad'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6266881609160122738</id><published>2008-06-28T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:22:16.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Wyoming</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Freudenthal"&gt;Governor Freudenthal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my apologies.  I was, perhaps, too quick to judge Wyoming.  So I will share some fun facts about Wyoming in attempt to educate both myself, and my audience, about the lower 48's least populous state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wyoming's Nicknames are "Equality State" and "The Cowboy State"&lt;br /&gt;2) Wyoming's Population is 505,907&lt;br /&gt;3) Wyoming's Area is 97,914 square miles.  (I am not going to do that math, but if you really wanted to, you could figure out the number of people per square mile)&lt;br /&gt;4) Wyoming's Capital City is Cheyenne (and the population of Cheyenne is 51,507)&lt;br /&gt;5) Wyoming's state mammal is the Bison&lt;br /&gt;6) Wyoming is the birthplace of abstract expressionist artist Jackson Pollock&lt;br /&gt;7) Wyoming is famous for Yellowstone National Park, being the home where the buffalo roam, agriculture and dude ranches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fun facts courtesy of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lonely Planet USA&lt;/span&gt; Guide Book, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6266881609160122738?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6266881609160122738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6266881609160122738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6266881609160122738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6266881609160122738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-facts-about-wyoming.html' title='Fun Facts about Wyoming'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8175056271746869724</id><published>2008-06-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:56:52.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Jeopardy - part II</title><content type='html'>So last week we heard about Devin getting final Jeopardy right based only on the category.  Well on Friday I did something equally impressive, and yet completely pitiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's final jeopardy category was "US Population Geography".  I said "North Dakota" on the assumption that the question would be "Which state has the smallest per capita population."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently I am too smart by half.  I correctly guessed question (or in Jeopardy terms, the answer), but my question (or answer) was incorrect.  Final Jeopardy was in fact "Which of the lower 48 states has the smallest population per square mile" or something like that.  To which Devin immediately got the right answer.  The right answer which was not North Dakota.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, on our recent road trip, Devin and I had discussed this very question, and he had told me the right answer.  If only I had listened more closely I would have remembered.  And then my story would be that I got final jeopardy right based only on the category, and not that I guessed the clue, only to come up with the wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you trivia buffs out there, I have revealed the correct answer in the comments section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8175056271746869724?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8175056271746869724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8175056271746869724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8175056271746869724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8175056271746869724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeopardy-part-ii.html' title='Jeopardy - part II'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3195986603867163731</id><published>2008-06-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:59:39.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>a small little ranting thought</title><content type='html'>from Today's Globe and Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Preston Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do Canadian cities measure up in terms of quality of life, economic performance, civic governance and leadership capacity?... In seeking answers, former Ontario premier Mike Harris and I have been examining some recent data [which] suggests that all is not well with Canada's largest city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Really?  Mike Harris is examining data to try to figure out what is wrong with Toronto?  Well, I imagine that this is subject he is intimately familiar with considering how much of what is wrong with Toronto today is the direct results of the Harris government policies of the 1990s.  Thanks anyway Mike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3195986603867163731?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3195986603867163731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3195986603867163731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3195986603867163731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3195986603867163731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-little-ranting-thought.html' title='a small little ranting thought'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8572678035976105530</id><published>2008-06-22T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:42:13.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>when invasive species attack</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was hit in the leg by a rabbit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hit a rabbit?"  &lt;br /&gt;"No, I was hit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; a rabbit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along a path, and on my left there was a garbage can.  Now I guess that the garbage can blocked the rabbit's view of the path, as it ran, full speed, into the side of my leg.  I must say I was quite startled.  Although probably not nearly as startled as the rabbit, who after a few seconds of disorientation, continued it's full speed run across the pathway to the grass and bushes on the other side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might end up with a giant rabbit shaped bruise on the side of my leg, but I seem to emerged from the incident unscathed.  I can only hope the rabbit was as lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8572678035976105530?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8572678035976105530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8572678035976105530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8572678035976105530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8572678035976105530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-invasive-species-arent-cute.html' title='when invasive species attack'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5191930082092913799</id><published>2008-06-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:17:14.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>rise and shine!</title><content type='html'>Last night I found out my friend Carly wakes up everyday at 5:00am.  Just because.  I get up every morning at 7:30am.  She said she can't sleep in that late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also found out my friend Carly is CRAZY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5191930082092913799?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5191930082092913799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5191930082092913799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5191930082092913799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5191930082092913799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/rise-and-shine.html' title='rise and shine!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6911994867706851913</id><published>2008-06-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:27:25.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reason #241 why I love my dad.</title><content type='html'>Because no one else I know would read the introduction of my thesis, which is on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt;, and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee now doesn't that sound like a sophisticated psychotherapeutic approach to the integration of self-states, ego states, differing cognitive-affective self-schemas, good and bad objects etc.  It is the same process and prevents one state, schema or object relation from dominating the many and an awareness and appreciation of the many paradoxically leads to a stronger sense of self."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, and I more I learn, the more I realize how incredible my dad is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6911994867706851913?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6911994867706851913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6911994867706851913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6911994867706851913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6911994867706851913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/reason-241-for-why-i-love-me-dad.html' title='Reason #241 why I love my dad.'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5724965281466479043</id><published>2008-06-19T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:23:27.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I can do it!</title><content type='html'>This morning, at 7:30, when my alarm went off, I laid in bed for about a minute not wanting to get up.  And then, I said to myself, outloud, "C'mon, get up - you can do it".  Apparently I now need to give myself inspirational pep talks before I can get out of bed in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side.  I did get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5724965281466479043?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5724965281466479043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5724965281466479043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5724965281466479043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5724965281466479043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4995140809561425482</id><published>2008-06-16T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:09:46.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>word of the day</title><content type='html'>I was recently reading something that I wrote when I came across the word "colliery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I wasn't too sure what colliery meant and that I was probably misusing the word.  So I looked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colliery&lt;/span&gt;: A coal mine together with its physical plant and outbuildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not really sure what word I was going for, but yeah, definitely not colliery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4995140809561425482?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4995140809561425482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4995140809561425482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4995140809561425482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4995140809561425482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-day.html' title='word of the day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7563546542663459502</id><published>2008-06-13T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:16:21.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Canada Post</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday at 3pm I mailed my dad a father's day card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it arrived in Thursday's mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took less than 48hours to get from my mailbox in Victoria to my parent's house in Toronto. Go Canada Post Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7563546542663459502?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7563546542663459502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7563546542663459502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7563546542663459502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7563546542663459502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/canada-post.html' title='Canada Post'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1270119670580725131</id><published>2008-06-11T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:10:49.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>sparkley!  and bunnies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFA-Xu4dlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/eNYiODevc6s/s1600-h/pretty+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFA-Xu4dlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/eNYiODevc6s/s320/pretty+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733346310427954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this (obviously old) picture this morning and I was really drawn to the sparkles and the cut - although not Ms. Heigel so much, who looks a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - right now I am in the library - and right outside the window there are five baby bunnies, three black and two a tawny tan colour playing with each other.  And my goodness don't I just want to go outside and pick them up and hug them.  And feed them.  And do my part to support an invasive species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1270119670580725131?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1270119670580725131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1270119670580725131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1270119670580725131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1270119670580725131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/sparkley-and-bunnies.html' title='sparkley!  and bunnies!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFA-Xu4dlTI/AAAAAAAAADA/eNYiODevc6s/s72-c/pretty+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6513507266892564768</id><published>2008-06-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:43:13.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A Dog Swimming with a Dolphin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SE6hBaD2QvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iLUrGgzX-U0/s1600-h/Ireland_Dolphin_TOPIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SE6hBaD2QvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iLUrGgzX-U0/s320/Ireland_Dolphin_TOPIX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210278864461644530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of anything cuter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6513507266892564768?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6513507266892564768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6513507266892564768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6513507266892564768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6513507266892564768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/dog-swimming-with-dolphin.html' title='A Dog Swimming with a Dolphin'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SE6hBaD2QvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iLUrGgzX-U0/s72-c/Ireland_Dolphin_TOPIX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8643688873309078589</id><published>2008-06-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:03:41.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>the plot thickens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1024927/The-wife-John-McCain-callously-left-behind.html"&gt;The Wife US Republican John McCain Callously Left Behind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the headline speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8643688873309078589?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8643688873309078589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8643688873309078589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8643688873309078589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8643688873309078589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/plot-thickens.html' title='the plot thickens...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2879662573885775704</id><published>2008-06-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:02:25.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Jeopardy</title><content type='html'>Tonight Devin got final jeopardy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not what is impressive.  What is impressive is that he got the right answer from the Category.  Not the clue.  The category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Category was "Great Chefs of Europe" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the category alone, Devin knew the answer was "Escoffier".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously.  1) I never would have known the answer in 100 years. 2) I have never got a right answer from the category alone.  I am beyond impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2879662573885775704?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2879662573885775704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2879662573885775704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2879662573885775704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2879662573885775704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/jeopardy.html' title='Jeopardy'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4120504333345605218</id><published>2008-06-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:51:44.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>more from Mr. Copeland</title><content type='html'>Heather: "Here's what I think: the five most unattractive traits in people are cheapness, clinginess, neediness, unwillingness to change and jealousy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Copeland, Hey Nostradamus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I agree completely - but it is interesting to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4120504333345605218?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4120504333345605218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4120504333345605218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4120504333345605218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4120504333345605218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-from-mr-copeland.html' title='more from Mr. Copeland'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7794794273481633937</id><published>2008-06-01T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:06:16.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Mehran</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days there has been a story in the news about a young boy named Alex Barton.  Alex is five.  He was recently diganosed with aspergerus (sometimes described as a milder form of autism). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when he was in the vice-principle's office promising to stop disrupting the class (by crawling under tables, kicking tables, throwing crayons etc.) his teacher gathered the students to talk with them about Alex's (mis)behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alex returned, his teacher, who had 12 years experience, made Alex walk to the front of the class, and asked him to listen to what the children didn't like about him. According to Alex, the children complained that he "eats paper, picks boogers … and bites his shoelaces," and the teacher herself said, "I hate you right now. I don't like you today." She then polled the class about whether to let Alex back in. Alex lost the class vote, 14-2, and spent the rest of the school day in the nurse's office. That night, Alex did not eat dinner and would not sleep in his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story really struck me.  In part for the obvious reason, the public shaming of a five year old.  But also I can somewhat understand what it must have been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eight, in grade three, there was a disruptive boy in our class, Mehran.  Mehran was from an immigrant family which was less affluent then most of the upper-middle class white families whose children went to my elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we all sat in a circle, while the student teacher, under the watchful eye of the regular teacher, had us all say what we didn't like about Mehran's behaviour.  After a while he turned so he was still in the circle, but with his back to the group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming home and telling my mother - and how outraged she was.  I was eight.  I didn't really understand why it wrong.  I knew Mehran was disruptive, although his disruptions never bothered me.  And I knew it made him sad that the group was saying bad things about him.  But at eight, I didn't fully understand the abuse of power and violation of trust on the part of the teachers.  I only wish that someone had understood.  That someone had been able to speak out.  To protect him.  But we couldn't.  We didn't understand.  And neither did he.  He couldn't protect himself.  And the teachers, the ones in the room who were charged with the duty of care to protect him, were the one's responsible for this abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day we had a jar on the teacher's desk.  Everytime Mehran did something good the teacher would put a marble in the jar.  When he did something bad a marble would come out.  When the jar was full the class would get popcorn.  So basically, the class of third graders was charged with monitoring the behaviour of one of it's members.  Surveiling him to make sure he contributed to the greater good.  Giving the rest of us a positive incentive, while further marginalizing one member of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left that school the next year, and from what I understand, Mehran didn't come back either.  I have no idea what happened to him.  I hope he is somewhere happy and thriving.  And I don't know about the rest of my classmates, but I hope I remember the lesson of that day.  The duty of the strong to protect the weak.  And the strength to stand up for what is right - now that I have the critical skills to understand and a voice with which to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7794794273481633937?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7794794273481633937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7794794273481633937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7794794273481633937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7794794273481633937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/mehran.html' title='Mehran'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-672089752229326152</id><published>2008-06-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T10:24:51.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globe and mail'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>"Here at last were women who talked to each other the way women talk (fast, furious, filthy) and - this was important to me - fought with each other the way women fight. Not like the pseudo-friends, the frenemies, you see in countless films and TV shows, where the subtext is that women only relate until some guy comes along, or that we secretly hate each other. The Sex and the City women fought for good reasons: They called out Samantha about using sex as a distraction; Carrie about her masochism over Mr. Big (Chris Noth); Charlotte about abandoning her career. But they didn't fight to crap on each other, they fought to protect each other. And they were pained by it, and palpably relieved to make up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20080531.SCHNELLER31//TPStory/Entertainment"&gt;Johanna Schneller's Kick-Ass Commentary on the new Sex and the City Movie for the Globe and Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-672089752229326152?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/672089752229326152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=672089752229326152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/672089752229326152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/672089752229326152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5996453091693886041</id><published>2008-05-31T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:22:04.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>A parenting strategy I can get behind.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I think the only way to deal with turbocharged kids is to give them even more sugar and lock them in a room with a TV set.  As I know zilch about kids, this is my first (and last) means of coping, and it seem to work just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey Nostradamus!, Douglas Coupland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5996453091693886041?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5996453091693886041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5996453091693886041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5996453091693886041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5996453091693886041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/parenting-strategy-i-can-get-behind.html' title='A parenting strategy I can get behind.'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5203741249764818763</id><published>2008-05-26T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:42:10.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Reflections from the Highway</title><content type='html'>There were three things that I noticed time and time again while driving up the Oregon Coast Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Espresso.  Everywhere served espresso.  Gas stations had giant "espresso" signs.  And there were all these little shacks serving espresso.  We're talking the size of a small bedroom or large bathroom.  Just randomly up and down the highway.  Serving espresso.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Signs selling things and liquor.  We saw:&lt;br /&gt;a) Gifts and Liquor&lt;br /&gt;b) Pharamacy and Liquor&lt;br /&gt;c) Herbal Apothocary and Liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tsunami Zone!  We must have entered and exited more than a dozen Tsunami warning zones.  You are driving along and all of a sudden you at risk of death from a giant tidal wave!  And then, 10 miles down the road, the risk passes.  Only to re-emerge 15 miles later.  Although the further North we go the more prepared they were.  On top of the Tsunami Zone signs they had arrows pointing in the direction of Tsunami escape routes.  Maybe you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SDs8U8KLTnI/AAAAAAAAACw/9xbBpYCyKLI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SDs8U8KLTnI/AAAAAAAAACw/9xbBpYCyKLI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204820124800601714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Little Man, Run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5203741249764818763?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5203741249764818763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5203741249764818763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5203741249764818763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5203741249764818763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflections-from-highway.html' title='Reflections from the Highway'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SDs8U8KLTnI/AAAAAAAAACw/9xbBpYCyKLI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1655788668091454907</id><published>2008-05-26T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:44:57.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - Seaside</title><content type='html'>1) Cannon Beach&lt;br /&gt;2) Oregon's Oldest Kite Store&lt;br /&gt;3) The espresso cafe that had a memory book - that I wrote in and drew in - and which served me a cinnamon bun with "the works" (which was a combination of icing and rasperberries - and yes - it was delicious)&lt;br /&gt;4) Mo's famous chowder!  (which seriously, wasn't all the good)&lt;br /&gt;5) A woman in Mo's chowder with the world's worst behaved "helper dog" ever!  Not to be completely uncharitable, but either she bought a helper dog vest for her regular dog, or the helper dog training school has a lot to answer for.  &lt;br /&gt;6) Wine Tasting at the Yummy Wine Bar (whose name was seriously "Yummy Wine Bar")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1655788668091454907?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1655788668091454907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1655788668091454907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1655788668091454907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1655788668091454907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-11-seaside.html' title='Day 11 - Seaside'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5593963208990269051</id><published>2008-05-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:43:51.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day 10 - Seaside</title><content type='html'>1) Blue Heron Smoked Cheese and Petting Zoo&lt;br /&gt;2) Tillamook Cheese&lt;br /&gt;3) "There's a van parked in front of your room.  It belongs to Tim.  It's broken and it's been there for a while"&lt;br /&gt;4) On the boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;5) Kites and Kites and more Kites&lt;br /&gt;6) Playing checkers in the Seasdide Coffeehouse&lt;br /&gt;7) Dinner in Astoria at T. Paul's Cafe - serving dinner for the past 9 years on a two burner gas stove.  &lt;br /&gt;8) Ordering White Zinfedel and being told it was a "wussy wine"&lt;br /&gt;9) "Eat well, laugh often, love much"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5593963208990269051?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5593963208990269051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5593963208990269051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5593963208990269051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5593963208990269051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-10-seaside.html' title='Day 10 - Seaside'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4923301112837777314</id><published>2008-05-25T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:36:49.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>This week in Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roots&lt;/span&gt; - Alex Haley&lt;br /&gt;This book was really good.  As I was reading it I really enjoyed it.  But for whatever reason, after I finished it, it didn't seem as good in retrospect.  My favourite part was definetely the first 200 hundred pages when the main character is still in Africa.  It made me want to read fiction/non-fiction about Africa and learn about a wide variety of communities exist - both today and historically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autobiography of Malcolm X&lt;/span&gt; - Alex Haley, as told to by Malcolm X&lt;br /&gt;This book was phenomenal.  Seriously.  I really really enjoyed it.  It opened my eyes to a whole new dimension of African American thought, filled in many historical gaps in my knowledge, and more than that, was just a really compelling read of an exceptional individual.  I am not usually one for biographies, so I really enjoyed getting an insight into the development of the thought of a truly influential man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blood Letting and Miracle Cures&lt;/span&gt; - Vincent Lam&lt;br /&gt;This book won the Giller Prize in 2006 (I think) and it was widely thought to be deserving of a place on the short list, but as I recall, was a surprise winner. This book was great.  I love fiction about doctors and hospitals, something that is so fascinating, but an occupation that I have neither the desire nor the aptitude to be a part of.  Yet so crucial to modern human life.  This book did a fabulous job of really getting into the minds of medical professionals throughout their careers and examined so many aspects of the human condition.  The other thing I like about medicine is that it is so seemlessly multicultural, which is also reflected in the book.  Four Stars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4923301112837777314?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4923301112837777314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4923301112837777314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4923301112837777314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4923301112837777314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-week-in-books.html' title='This week in Books'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3586958102060724688</id><published>2008-05-22T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:09:15.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Tips for Healthy Living</title><content type='html'>This morning at Starbucks I could not help but overhear a seventy-something woman talking to a man who I deduced to be her seventy-something boyfriend about tips for healthy eating.  Let me share them with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When at a buffet do not overeat.  &lt;br /&gt;2) Eat vegetables, but avoid potatoes.  &lt;br /&gt;3) Replace mayonnaise with salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;4) If you are going to eat peanut butter you might as well eat rat poison.&lt;br /&gt;5) Salt is spelled D-E-A-T-H, DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was pretty much eavesdropping, but then the subject turned from healthy eating, at which point I decided that enough was enough, to stop judging, and return to my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3586958102060724688?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3586958102060724688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3586958102060724688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3586958102060724688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3586958102060724688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/tips-for-healthy-living.html' title='Tips for Healthy Living'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6262256208120782016</id><published>2008-05-17T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:52:54.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Nine - Lincoln City</title><content type='html'>1) Newport Rogue Brewery&lt;br /&gt;2) Newport Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;3) Big Purple Octopus&lt;br /&gt;4) Otters!&lt;br /&gt;5) A Viking pointing the way to our hotel (the Nordic Inn)&lt;br /&gt;6) Beach as far as the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;7) Having our feet in the Ocean off the coast of Oregon&lt;br /&gt;8) The BlackFish Cafe - Oregon's best Chowder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6262256208120782016?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6262256208120782016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6262256208120782016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6262256208120782016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6262256208120782016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-9-lincoln-city.html' title='Day Nine - Lincoln City'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2607540384227516522</id><published>2008-05-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:52:37.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Eight - Redwoods!</title><content type='html'>1) Lunch at applebees (do not recommend)&lt;br /&gt;2) Banana Slug&lt;br /&gt;3) Puppy Dog!&lt;br /&gt;4) The hostel had a food dehydrator&lt;br /&gt;5) Our first Seastacks and Monoliths!&lt;br /&gt;6) "When you ride alone you ride with Bin Laden"&lt;br /&gt;7) Tall Trees!  Tall Trees!  Tall Trees!&lt;br /&gt;8) A very tall tree, which was once destined to become a dance floor (although clearly it was saved because we saw it)&lt;br /&gt;9) Driving through a drive through tree!&lt;br /&gt;10) Standing in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California&lt;br /&gt;11) Running away from the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California (it was very cold)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2607540384227516522?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2607540384227516522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2607540384227516522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2607540384227516522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2607540384227516522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-8-redwoods.html' title='Day Eight - Redwoods!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2816917621510557471</id><published>2008-05-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:03:24.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Seven - San Francisco</title><content type='html'>1) Vignette: On the ferry to Alcatraz there was a little girl (about 2 or 3) who was crying on the second level of the ferry. As we made our way down to the first level while disembarking there was a little boy crying (who was about 3).  When the little boy's parents saw the little girl crying, a big smile broke out over the mom's face who said to her son about the little girl "she could be your girlfriend" followed by "I'm glad you are not the only one".  Yeah.  Super cute.  &lt;br /&gt;2)"Machine Gun" Kelly&lt;br /&gt;3) The officer's families lived on the island of Alcatraz, with the prisoners, and even had bowling alleys (plural) on the island where the kids of the prison guards would play.  &lt;br /&gt;4) Walking up and down Chinatown streets looking for the fortune cookie factory (which we finally found and took pictures of the ladies making fortune cookies!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Union Square Overload&lt;br /&gt;6) Cable Car!  &lt;br /&gt;7) The charming cable car operator's colourful language (many many "shits" and one "mother fucker")&lt;br /&gt;8) Yummy Ice Cream Cookie Sundae&lt;br /&gt;9) Buying chocolates for the women at work even though (as Devin pointed out) "you don't work there anymore)&lt;br /&gt;10) Exploritorium!&lt;br /&gt;12) Super cute and trendy Marina District&lt;br /&gt;13) Dinner with small girls, old ladies and duck confit on the world's most heated patio &lt;br /&gt;14) Watching the Sharks versus Dallas at the Irish Pub and when the Sharks won the bartender said to Devin "you wanted them to win right?" to which Devin replied "not really, I'm from Calgary"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2816917621510557471?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2816917621510557471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2816917621510557471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2816917621510557471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2816917621510557471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-seven-san-francisco.html' title='Day Seven - San Francisco'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8430146412348668595</id><published>2008-05-15T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:59:12.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Six - San Francisco</title><content type='html'>1) Mission District and Murals and Real Life&lt;br /&gt;2) Tartine bakery and croque monsieur and lemon tarts and bread pudding and hipsters&lt;br /&gt;3) Golden Gate Park&lt;br /&gt;4) Bison&lt;br /&gt;5) AIDS memorial garden&lt;br /&gt;6) Butterflies and Orchids&lt;br /&gt;7) Sausilito&lt;br /&gt;8) A disappointing ice cream sundae (to be rectified on day seven by an ice cream sundae at Ghirardelli)&lt;br /&gt;9) 5 cases of coke - buy 2 get 3 free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8430146412348668595?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8430146412348668595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8430146412348668595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8430146412348668595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8430146412348668595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-six-san-francisco.html' title='Day Six - San Francisco'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5801214890478643237</id><published>2008-05-15T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:55:52.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Five - San Francisco</title><content type='html'>1) Ghirardelli Square&lt;br /&gt;2) Phantom of the Opera Music Boxes&lt;br /&gt;3) A very busy cruise ship terminal&lt;br /&gt;4) Chowder in a San Francisco Sour Dough bread bowl&lt;br /&gt;5) Sealions - so many many sealions&lt;br /&gt;6) Telegraph Hill - super pretty flowers - walking up and up and up&lt;br /&gt;7) Lombard Street - walking (still up)&lt;br /&gt;8) "Don't take pictures of children"&lt;br /&gt;9) Bridge may fall in earthquakes - do not congregate in groups&lt;br /&gt;10) Kama cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;11) Fresh halibut - cooked in three packs of butter&lt;br /&gt;12) Sunburn.  Oh so sunburned.  &lt;br /&gt;13) Saltwater Taffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5801214890478643237?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5801214890478643237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5801214890478643237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5801214890478643237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5801214890478643237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-five-san-francisco.html' title='Day Five - San Francisco'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7952289355692698793</id><published>2008-05-15T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:37:43.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Four - Driving</title><content type='html'>1) 10 hours of driving&lt;br /&gt;2) Mount Shasta - greatest mountain ever!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Rolling hills and wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;4) While driving on the highway seeing a truck with a giant trailor with giant words painted on the side reading "Jesus Christ is Lord, Not a Swear Word" and not that this isn't true, but seeing it driving down the highway on the side of a truck in giant letters is another thing entirely.&lt;br /&gt;5) Pho for dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7952289355692698793?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7952289355692698793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7952289355692698793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7952289355692698793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7952289355692698793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-four-driving.html' title='Day Four - Driving'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1604006152317072558</id><published>2008-05-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:34:30.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Three - Portland</title><content type='html'>1) Cubano Coffee&lt;br /&gt;2) Saturday Market (also on Sunday's)&lt;br /&gt;3) Seeing the fork ring lost by Jenny from All Eyes on Jenny (I would link to the photo if my internet wasn't being slow)&lt;br /&gt;4) Jewerelly made out of bottlecaps&lt;br /&gt;5) Eating Lebanese food on the grass (and getting Lebanese food all over my jeans and the grass)&lt;br /&gt;6) Me joking about Devin having a beer and elephant ear for lunch - and then a random lady saying "I am having a beer and elephant ear for lunch"&lt;br /&gt;7) Dogs being wheeled around in a wagon&lt;br /&gt;8) The Hawthorne District&lt;br /&gt;9) Crazy Uphill drive to the Portland Zoo&lt;br /&gt;10) Amazing Black Bears and Elephants&lt;br /&gt;11) Single Moms and pregnant teens&lt;br /&gt;12) Liz is scared of bats and Devin is not too fond of bugs&lt;br /&gt;13) Buying cupcakes for later - and then eating cupcakes later&lt;br /&gt;14) Trying to go to a pub for dinner - being thwarted and then having the best thai food ever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1604006152317072558?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1604006152317072558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1604006152317072558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1604006152317072558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1604006152317072558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-three-portland.html' title='Day Three - Portland'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7336877483976869789</id><published>2008-05-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:13:12.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day Two - Portland</title><content type='html'>1) Walk to Pioneer Square to take touristy pictures&lt;br /&gt;2) Walk to Chinatown - featuring many homeless people and a very large Adult Bookstore next to the Chinatown welcome gate.  &lt;br /&gt;3) Powell's book - One entire square city block of book store&lt;br /&gt;4) Hot Dogs in Pioneer Square for lunch&lt;br /&gt;5) Nordstroms - where I wanted to buy Devin a $130 Burberry tie.  Sadly, that was not in the budget.  And Devin isn't into being pretentious just for the heck of it like me :)&lt;br /&gt;6) Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;7) Saint Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;8) Hanging out on 21st and 23rd - so many little shops with so many random things&lt;br /&gt;9) Moonstruck Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;10) Jake's Crawfish est. 1892&lt;br /&gt;11) Devin eating a Crawfish boil (I will never order a crawfish boil - I most definetly do not have the patience)&lt;br /&gt;12) Annex Bar in the Triangle Building's Underground Crypt with cool mosiac tiles, ruby beer and waitresses with style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7336877483976869789?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7336877483976869789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7336877483976869789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7336877483976869789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7336877483976869789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-two-portland.html' title='Day Two - Portland'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8769906103123950801</id><published>2008-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:06:45.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Day One - Portland</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, last week Devin and I returned from a fabulous holiday on the West Coast of the United States of America.  I am going to blog about some of the highlights.  I am doing this mainly for myself - as a written record of the trip - and the fact that you wonderful people will get to read it is only a secondary benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The American border guard to Devin "how well do you know her?" "What does she do?"&lt;br /&gt;2) Lunch at Jack in the Box (only in America)&lt;br /&gt;3) Attending the launch of the Bridgeport Brewery launch of the new Strumptown Tart beer (including a signing by the model of the Bridgetown Brewery new Strumptown Tart Beer Model herself).  &lt;br /&gt;4) Making a run to Rite-Aid for contact solution while waiting to be sat for dinner at the Bridgetown Brewery which was unusually busy due to the launch of the new Strumptown Tart Beer Launch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8769906103123950801?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8769906103123950801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8769906103123950801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8769906103123950801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8769906103123950801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-one-portland.html' title='Day One - Portland'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2127741285577641006</id><published>2008-05-12T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:41:56.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast 2008'/><title type='text'>Road Triping and Gender Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Oh my goodness this is so beautiful - look at the tree!&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh my god, I know, it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Liz: This is one of the coolest things ever!&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Can you believe how amazing this is?&lt;br /&gt;Liz: It is so amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Oh my goodness this is so beautiful - look at this tree!!&lt;br /&gt;Devin:....&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Isn't this one of the most amazing things ever?&lt;br /&gt;Devin: It's a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: But look how big and beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;Devin: It's a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Devin: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Liz: I was talking to the tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2127741285577641006?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2127741285577641006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2127741285577641006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2127741285577641006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2127741285577641006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-triping-and-gender-differences.html' title='Road Triping and Gender Differences'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4187134436056866116</id><published>2008-05-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:35:36.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't posted in a while I am going to give a rundown of all the films I have seen lately (to be followed later this week by all the books I have read lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Keri Russell and Jonathan Ryhs Meyers and some random cute kid.  &lt;br /&gt;Verdict: I love Keri Russell.  I think she is beautiful.  However.  I talked through this whole movie and I NEVER talk through movies.  I would not recommend.  I would also not warn against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Keri Russell and Billy from Six Feet Under, now seen on Law and Order &lt;br /&gt;For my thoughts on Keri Russell see above.  This movie was great.  The plot developments were somewhat predicable.  But I will excuse this because the message was all lovely and heartwarming.  The movie was also written and directed by Adrienne Shelly and I always like to see strong female filmmakers in Hollywood.  In conclusion, it was fun to watch and I would recommend it on a night where you would enjoy a lovely movie about women, life, love and hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Ryan Gosling and Emily Mortimer&lt;br /&gt;This movie was really great.  If you like quirky, somewhat unexpected movies totally see it. That being said, it is totally the kind of movie that some people will hate, think is weird and totally not get.  It is all awkward and makes you feel all awkward and turn to your viewing companion and say "what?  oh my god?  seriously?"  Maybe not a great first date movie.  Unless you want to test your date - in which case a great first date movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Laramie Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: many many famous and nonfamous people&lt;br /&gt;This film, which is also a play, is a compilation of actors playing the roles of real people using the real people's words, at the time of the brutal murder of Matthew Sheppard in Laramie, Wyoming who was killed because he was gay. It is the story of individuals, but more the story of a town.  The message is that Laramie is not a place where something like this happens, but something like this did happen, so clearly Laramie is a place where this does happen.  This movie was excellent. It was powerful.  It was thought-provoking.  It was moving.  It was a movie that everyone, young and old, hip and sqare, male and female should rent.  Seriously.  Four stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4187134436056866116?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4187134436056866116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4187134436056866116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4187134436056866116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4187134436056866116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3340032163092031906</id><published>2008-04-21T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:58:27.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>american presdiential politics</title><content type='html'>Several months ago I wrote that if given the opportunity, I would support Hillary Clinton over Barak Obama for the White House.  I still agree with that statement.  However - I think that Obama has shown himself to be the candidate with the most momentum and I think that he will win the nomination - and more than that - I think he deserves to win the nomination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Moore wrote (in his endorsement of Obama today) "My endorsement is more for Obama The Movement than it is for Obama the candidate."  Now I am not a huge Michael Moore fan (and he is not a huge Hillary Clinton fan), but I think this statement really crystalizes how I feel at this point.  I think that though I don't love Barak Obama, the Obama movement is really really special.  And it really does give or bring or provide hope - for everyone - and especially for those who need it most.  And though I am disappointed that it seems likely that Hillary Clinton will not be the* next president, I think it would be a wonderful thing if Barak Obama was the next president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wrote "our" next president, and then when I realized I changed it to "the".  Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3340032163092031906?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3340032163092031906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3340032163092031906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3340032163092031906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3340032163092031906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-presdiential-politics.html' title='american presdiential politics'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-275334815748660214</id><published>2008-04-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:35:05.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>and while we're on the subject...</title><content type='html'>Tonight - I did something I didn't know I could do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that other people do all the time, but I didn't know it was something I could do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.  At 24.  For the first time in my entire life I successfully made an omelet.  Yes - this might not seem like a big deal to some.  In fact, it may seem like a really little deal, but I have never successfully made an omelet before.  The last time I tried I was in second in year university and it did not go well.  Since then everytime I have thought "should I make an omelet?" I get scared and go for scrabbled eggs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not tonight.  No tonight I went for it!  I conquered my fear of omelets!  And it was a beauty - red pepper, feta, meat - and it was excellent, if I do say so myself.  So now I can go on with my life, without this horrible secret hanging over me.  I am now one step closer to grown-up independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-275334815748660214?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/275334815748660214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=275334815748660214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/275334815748660214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/275334815748660214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-while-were-on-subject.html' title='and while we&apos;re on the subject...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6426462628936005203</id><published>2008-04-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:42:29.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>yay pandas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SAocVUKTzhI/AAAAAAAAACo/leMZAkkGcZw/s1600-h/pandas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SAocVUKTzhI/AAAAAAAAACo/leMZAkkGcZw/s320/pandas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190992673012698642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo used without permission from the globeandmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be one of those people who was like "oh... look at the cute animals" like a lot of people are.  But apparently in my old age I have totally become on of those "oh look at the cute animals" people.  I am undecided if this is a good thing or a bad thing - but then I thought to myself "I am probably overthinking this".  In conclusion - yay pandas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6426462628936005203?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6426462628936005203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6426462628936005203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6426462628936005203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6426462628936005203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay-pandas.html' title='yay pandas!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SAocVUKTzhI/AAAAAAAAACo/leMZAkkGcZw/s72-c/pandas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2637534119811915515</id><published>2008-04-15T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:24:05.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>theory and practice</title><content type='html'>Today while walking home from the bus I had a lovely thought.  Now I am sure that I did not come up with this independently, but it just sort of came to me and clicked tonight.  So I have a new life motto to add to my collection of life mottoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of today and tomorrow will take care of itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2637534119811915515?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2637534119811915515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2637534119811915515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2637534119811915515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2637534119811915515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/theory-and-practice.html' title='theory and practice'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1097189438272485760</id><published>2008-04-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:06:37.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><title type='text'>toughness</title><content type='html'>38 — Consecutive saves by goaltender Miikka Kiprusoff after allowing a goal on the first shot he faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?  Allowing a goal on the first shot of the game - shaking it off - and then playing amazingly?  As far as I am concerned what is admirable about certain athletes is less there super impressive physical abilities and more their unbelievable mental abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Flames Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And also Go Pens Go!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1097189438272485760?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1097189438272485760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1097189438272485760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1097189438272485760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1097189438272485760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/toughness.html' title='toughness'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5236285731570903711</id><published>2008-04-09T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:04:38.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>judge not....</title><content type='html'>In the past I have been flippant about my tendency to judge people.  Largely because you can say something mean about someone that is true and factual without being judgmental just for the sake of being judgmental.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example "I can't believe how superficial Carrie is, if I have to hear her talk about her Gucci purse one more time...."  Now this is not a NICE thing to say about someone - and you probably shouldn't say it - but I would never feel like a bad person for saying that and it's more bitchy than judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately - lately I have been becoming really judgmental.  And for no reason.  NONE!  Even Devin, who is prone to judgments himself from time to time, has noticed.  So today I decided that it must be as simple as the age old self-help-advice-guru knowledge - when you judge someone else you are really just judging yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means that for the past several weeks I have been judging myself more than usual.  But I can't figure out why.  Aside from the fact that I keep judging myself for being so judgmental!  And then I get mad at myself for being so judgmental, and then I get upset for judging myself about being judgmental...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a theory.  I live with a roommate who is a very nice person but is a) not a great roommate as far as cleanliness and her cats are concerned and b) After living alone for two years going back to a roommate was not fun for me.  So mainly I am judgmental towards her (silently in my head to myself) which is really just a manifestation of my frustration with my living situation.  However - that situation is ending in two weeks (!!!) so my hope is I will relax and stop being so judgemenal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I guess I can start working on my occasional tendencies to exercise factual, if completely unnecessary, bitchiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5236285731570903711?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5236285731570903711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5236285731570903711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5236285731570903711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5236285731570903711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/judge-not.html' title='judge not....'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6511913758686585</id><published>2008-04-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:29:37.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>love is a many splendored thing</title><content type='html'>FRAULEIN SCHNEIDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you must not bring me any more pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear? It is not proper.&lt;br /&gt;It is a gift a young man would bring to his lady-love.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHULTZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no-one... no-one in all of Berlin who is&lt;br /&gt;more deserving.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would fill your entire room with pineapples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It Couldn't Please me More", Cabaret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6511913758686585?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6511913758686585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6511913758686585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6511913758686585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6511913758686585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-many-splendored-thing.html' title='love is a many splendored thing'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3907605817980763557</id><published>2008-04-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:01:33.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>my newest celebrity crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mary Louise Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R_bcqUpqtrI/AAAAAAAAACg/SnZJRobDVdk/s1600-h/mlp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R_bcqUpqtrI/AAAAAAAAACg/SnZJRobDVdk/s320/mlp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185574640619796146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is beautiful, talented and fabulous.  I love her hair, her face, her voice, and her role choices.  I loved her on the West Wing and I now love her on Weeds.  I love her name.  Everything about her is just great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over Maggie Gyllenhaal (who I like for many of the same reasons) and I am now switching my celebrity girl crush to Mary Louise Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who think I am crazy you are in good company: my mom can't stand her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3907605817980763557?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3907605817980763557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3907605817980763557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3907605817980763557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3907605817980763557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-newest-celebrity-crush.html' title='my newest celebrity crush'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R_bcqUpqtrI/AAAAAAAAACg/SnZJRobDVdk/s72-c/mlp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4130703999417976275</id><published>2008-03-27T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:49:55.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Sage Advice</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/columnists/advice/chi-0327manners_zmar27,0,63612.column"&gt;Miss Manners&lt;/a&gt; offers advice on a problem that I think we've all had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle those awkward moments when you are sitting in a hot tub with your naked neighbour?  Now you can find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4130703999417976275?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4130703999417976275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4130703999417976275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4130703999417976275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4130703999417976275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/sage-advice.html' title='Sage Advice'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-466714699527809113</id><published>2008-03-26T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:16:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R-p2fUpqtqI/AAAAAAAAACY/BLP-jPtqlPw/s1600-h/JAPAN_RELIGION_DOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R-p2fUpqtqI/AAAAAAAAACY/BLP-jPtqlPw/s320/JAPAN_RELIGION_DOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182084601734674082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the Globe and Mail Daily Photos Slideshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.... I just need a house and a yard and someone to walk in the rain and the snow and I am totally getting a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-466714699527809113?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/466714699527809113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=466714699527809113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/466714699527809113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/466714699527809113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-one.html' title='I want one!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R-p2fUpqtqI/AAAAAAAAACY/BLP-jPtqlPw/s72-c/JAPAN_RELIGION_DOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6164603761025859577</id><published>2008-03-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:28:05.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Some problems we share as women, some we do not.  You fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you, we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs upon the reasons they are dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audre Lorde, Black Feminist Scholar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6164603761025859577?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6164603761025859577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6164603761025859577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6164603761025859577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6164603761025859577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1713042166712340688</id><published>2008-03-16T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:52:24.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thing of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thing of the Week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vanilla Caramel Latte Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R93TzkBeP0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kijWK9weYbI/s1600-h/E_HDzVanLattCar_Oct07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R93TzkBeP0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kijWK9weYbI/s320/E_HDzVanLattCar_Oct07.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178528029342580546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sensual blend of our rich coffee ice cream and a fine caramel ripple swirled with vanilla ice cream to create a sophisticated flavour sure to please the discerning palate of coffee connoisseurs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how ice cream is meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1713042166712340688?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1713042166712340688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1713042166712340688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1713042166712340688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1713042166712340688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/thing-of-week.html' title='Thing of the Week....'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R93TzkBeP0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kijWK9weYbI/s72-c/E_HDzVanLattCar_Oct07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2867126775940612768</id><published>2008-03-07T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:34:57.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>book of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bee Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of two books I will be profiling this week purchased at my local St. Vincent de Paul thrift store.  The best way to buy books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an entertaining story about a messed up family (aren't we all).  It dealt with the differences between how a person is seen from the outside and how they are on the inside.  It's main theme was about finding your place - identifying your role - in the universe.  It was entertaining and made me think.  But it was also a little pedestrian.  And it was turned into a movie starring Richard Gere which I am totally going to rent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Stone Diaries&lt;/span&gt; - Carol Sheilds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This books won the pulitizer and was shortlisted for the Booker so it definetely has the pedigree.  Overall it was very good.  I enjoyed reading it.  It was really well-written.  But it just didn't do it for me.  It didn't grab me.  I didn't make me want to tell everyone I know about how great it was.  I think part of the reason may be because it covers the entire life of a woman and the older she got the less I felt I connected with character and the less I cared about what I was reading.  This could easily be because I am still so young that I could not appreciate the book in its entertity.  That being said - I totally get why someone would fall in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As an aside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved the Time Travellers Wife.  I thought it was great.  Really good story telling.  And soon to be in a theatre near you starring Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without reading it I could tell you that I would not like Eat, Pray, Love.  And after talking with a friend who read it - whose review was extremely similar to that over at "counting the things I know" my initial pre-judgment was confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2867126775940612768?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2867126775940612768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2867126775940612768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2867126775940612768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2867126775940612768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-of-week.html' title='book of the week'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1892727508096900281</id><published>2008-03-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:11:16.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>Dear Starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you and I (and you a millions of others) have a special relationship.  I trust you.  I trust your eggnog lattes and your pumpkin spice lattes and, after some initial hesitation, your cinnamon dolce lattes.  And though I agree with this week's Globe column regarding your problem not being your coffee, but rather you horrible horrible food, I have always supported your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory a honey latte sounds lovely.  I like honey.  I like lattes.  Honey is sweet.  I like sweet lattes.  But oh starbucks.  The other morning I ordered a honey latte (minus the whip cream) and I took a sip.  It was disgusting.  Wanting to make sure I took a second sip.  No.  Still gross.  So I returned it to the counter and had them make me a complimentary vanilla latte.  I don't understand?  You have teams of experts who consult on this kind of stuff.  Taste specialists!  Is it just me?  Is that it?  I still love you starbucks - but my trust in your judgment has just taken a hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best----" and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1892727508096900281?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1892727508096900281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1892727508096900281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1892727508096900281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1892727508096900281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6281413596194004755</id><published>2008-02-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:56:40.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Good morning</title><content type='html'>I surreptitiously brought my Starbucks beverage into the campus library this morning!  I think I am a little too impressed with myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6281413596194004755?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6281413596194004755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6281413596194004755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6281413596194004755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6281413596194004755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning.html' title='Good morning'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8347136539512939371</id><published>2008-02-14T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:24:30.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>book of the week</title><content type='html'>A month or so ago I was browsing through the used book store on campus (that sells consigned textbooks) looking to see if there were any books from an English class that I might like to read. I picked up two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Wild Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book (for those of you who do not know) is the story of Mr. Rodchester's first wife (the mad woman upstairs in Jane Eyre).  I have heard of it many times, as it is often read in English classes as it written back to Jane Eyre by an author from the Caribbean, and it is interesting to read from back and forth from the colonial power to colonies...  anyways... it was good and I enjoyed it and I am glad I read it.... however it was no where near as fabulous as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, winner of the 1989 Booker Prize and turned into a move starring Emma Thompson and Anthony Hopkins is about a British butler and his relationship to the house and to the housekeeper.  The book is from the point of view of the butler and it is amazing.  Nothing happens in the sense of action-adventure - but it is such a moving, stirring, extraordinary exploration of the human condition.  Not to mention the writing is outstanding (hence the booker prize).  Now part of the reason I liked it so much might have been that going in I had no expectations.  So if anyone out there decides to read, please don't have very high expectations because this book is definetely not for everyone.  It was, however, totally for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8347136539512939371?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8347136539512939371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8347136539512939371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8347136539512939371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8347136539512939371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-of-week.html' title='book of the week'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-648770439791229901</id><published>2008-02-12T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:25:07.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globe and mail'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"For many [parents], real estate is the preferred way to say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pearce, Tralee "Financed by the Bank of Ma and Pa", Globe and Mail, February 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course immediately called both my parents to inform this of this latest development in parent-child relations and to confirm whether or not their love for me extends to these new modern methods of showing love.  Apparently it does not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-648770439791229901?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/648770439791229901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=648770439791229901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/648770439791229901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/648770439791229901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2924813589195291878</id><published>2008-02-06T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:41:09.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>my new favourite dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R6qLb0yJj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/6d_fRaBJf8M/s1600-h/af+SAG3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R6qLb0yJj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/6d_fRaBJf8M/s320/af+SAG3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164093232875409298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America Ferrera at the 2008 SAG Awards&lt;br /&gt;(click to make it big to fully appreciate its spectacularness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2924813589195291878?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2924813589195291878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2924813589195291878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2924813589195291878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2924813589195291878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-favourite-dress.html' title='my new favourite dress'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/R6qLb0yJj5I/AAAAAAAAACI/6d_fRaBJf8M/s72-c/af+SAG3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-595146657689223262</id><published>2008-02-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:28:28.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>how did I miss this...?</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I met the Dalai Lama in my office but I meet everyone in my office. I don't know why I would sneak off to a hotel room just to meet the Dalai Lama. You know, he's not a call girl. As I say, he's a respected international spiritual leader."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephen "Steve" Harper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-595146657689223262?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/595146657689223262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=595146657689223262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/595146657689223262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/595146657689223262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-did-i-miss-this.html' title='how did I miss this...?'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2115401700088439715</id><published>2008-02-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:07:51.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>law &amp; order</title><content type='html'>Today I don't have to go to work because I worked so much this week (right...) that today I have "compensatory time off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 10am and I am watching Law and Order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guest starring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip Seymour Hoffman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In, according to imdb.com, his first credited role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is not at all cool in some abstract definition of the word cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is super cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law and Order Season One PLUS Phillip Seymour Hoffman = Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = Cool, not so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2115401700088439715?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2115401700088439715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2115401700088439715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2115401700088439715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2115401700088439715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/law-order.html' title='law &amp; order'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1301048310946542388</id><published>2008-01-25T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:46:29.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"The bitter will be punished because their lives are already punishment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carolyn Hax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a super interesting observation.  I cannot think of anyone I know who I would describe as bitter - and I do not think I have ever had a moment of bitterness (other negative emotions: envy, judgmentalness, self-pity, but never bitterness).  And I hope that if I live to be 100 I never find myself with this emotion.  For that matter, I hope I never find myself around anyone else with that emotion either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1301048310946542388?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1301048310946542388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1301048310946542388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1301048310946542388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1301048310946542388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-803187505662827079</id><published>2008-01-21T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:40:03.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>America votes: 2008</title><content type='html'>I have been giving this a lot of thought lately - by which I mean some - and I am ready to come out and publicly declare that I am on "Team Hillary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things being equal, if I could vote, I would vote for Hillary Clinton.  And all things are not equal and I think she is the best candidate.  I appreciate that she is the "establishment candidate" and I do think, for America, it might be more radical to have a Black man in the white house than a white woman, and I also think that either a woman or a black man would be more electable as a Republican candidate (Colin Powell anyone?), but I would like to see Hillary Clinton win.  If she is nominated I am not sure if she can win the election.  But I am equally unsure if Obama or Edwards (not that he is even in it anymore) can win.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would vote for Hillary because I think she has experience, sound policy ideas, and yes, because she is a woman.  If this makes me "sexist" (which it does not) than so be it.  People forget how far we have come in just a few generations in terms of women's rights - and I think the idea of a female president is beyond exciting.  And yes - it has been done before - successfully and unsuccessfully - by many women in many countries.  However - that does not make it any less exciting for me, now, to imagine the US with a female president.  I absolutely think we need more women in politics, I fully support switching to another electoral system to bring more women into politics.  I support quotas for political parties in terms of fielding female candidates.  I absolutely think having more women in politics makes an important difference - not to mention encourage more women to enter politics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some general points and not a fully thought out nuanced argument - but I think the underlying views are fairly clear.  So in conclusion: Team Hillary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note: Thank goodness it seems unlikely that Huckabee will take the nomination.  Mitt Romney might be okay - but as far as I am concerned John McCain is by far the strongest, most crediable candidate and would make the best Republican president.  It is only too bad that he wasn't elected in 2000 - because a) maybe the world would not be as messed up as it is today and b) he will be turning 72 later this year - which definitely makes him an older candidate - which I have to imagine will largely work again him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Feel free to tell me why I am wrong :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-803187505662827079?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/803187505662827079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=803187505662827079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/803187505662827079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/803187505662827079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/america-votes-2008.html' title='America votes: 2008'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3958822213356896385</id><published>2008-01-09T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:10:08.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>"Charming" "Uplifting" "Smart" "Fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the adjectives that come to mind after seeing Jason Reitman's new film Juno.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had already heard many good things about, which can sometimes cause one to have overly high expectations, the movie really was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although as we were leaving the theatre I felt very old when I asked Devin "do young people today really talk like that?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being older than myself he did not know either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3958822213356896385?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3958822213356896385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3958822213356896385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3958822213356896385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3958822213356896385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-384434766648729874</id><published>2008-01-08T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:42:33.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><title type='text'>Matchbox</title><content type='html'>All day&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;Hearing voices telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm headed for a&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself in public&lt;br /&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I know they've all been talking 'bout me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I been talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know, right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-384434766648729874?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/384434766648729874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=384434766648729874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/384434766648729874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/384434766648729874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/matchbox.html' title='Matchbox'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2914740436477947729</id><published>2007-12-22T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:40:33.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Season's Greetings...</title><content type='html'>To everyone who reads my blog ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A HAPPY 2008!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2914740436477947729?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2914740436477947729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2914740436477947729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2914740436477947729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2914740436477947729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4410882644367870391</id><published>2007-12-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:46:54.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Extreme TV!</title><content type='html'>Things I Think About:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I watch more TV than I probably should.  I am aware of this and so sometimes go out of my way not to watch TV after work and to go out or read a book or try to be an interesting, healthy person.  Which is why I don't understand people who always seem to ONLY talk about TV.  People who never tell stories about their own life - but start their stories with "this one time on Friends...."  I definetely do this on occasion - but I try to intersperse my TV-world-life with an actual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Extreme Make-over versus the Biggest Loser.  I have never seen Extreme Makeover but I have seen The Biggest Loser - and though both end with the contestants going through extreme physical transformations - I think that the emotional/spiritual transformation that the contestants go through on the biggest loser must be way more intense because the people on that show are actually causing the change in their lives.  And I think that they go through an equally intense change on the inside - which I don't think happens on Extreme Makeover.  Which is why I would much prefer to be on the biggest loser (not that I think I should/need to go on either) because I believe it creates a more meaningful and sustainable life change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Extreme Make-over: Home Edition.  So they build these brand new mansions for families that are not especially well-off from a financial position and then at the end the family has a big house that reflects the size of the that family's heart.  awww....  But what happens the next year when the property tax guys comes around, re-assesses the property value, and suddenly your acre of land with a shack is an acre of land with a mansion and you owe thousands in property tax that you cannot afford.  Does the show help you with that?  Do they get the municipality to wave the property taxes for a certain length of time?  Do they pay the property taxes for the first year?  First ten years?  I wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4410882644367870391?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4410882644367870391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4410882644367870391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4410882644367870391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4410882644367870391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/extreme-tv.html' title='Extreme TV!'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2529890383915245643</id><published>2007-12-17T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:20:51.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><title type='text'>7 random things</title><content type='html'>1) I think my parents are absolutely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I rarely wear make-up - even though I think I look better and older when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If I had been born five years earlier I think I would have been super into grunge music and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a feminist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to try new things and I am scared to try new things in equal measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think advertising and branding are far more interesting than marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Despite the Law and Order coolness factor, I don't actually want Fred Dalton Thompson to be the next president of the United States.  Sam Waterson on the other hand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2529890383915245643?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2529890383915245643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2529890383915245643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2529890383915245643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2529890383915245643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-things-x-2.html' title='7 random things'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6539597916157073471</id><published>2007-12-16T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:25:11.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>Pop-Country and the full spectrum of human emotion</title><content type='html'>This last week I've had the Carrie Underwood song "Before he Cheats" stuck in my head.  I thoroughly enjoy that song.  And think it's a great example of pop-country music.  That being said, I completely disagree with the entire message of the song and think that any song that glorifies destruction of property as an appropriate response to emotional betrayal is really not setting the best example for today's youth.  (seriously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do appreciate the message about getting in touch with your anger.  I have come to realize in the past month that I don't get angry.  I get sad and I get frustrated but I don't get angry.  Which probably (okay definitely) means that for some reason (cough, internalized societal role of women, cough) I re-direct/internalize my anger and don't allow myself to acknowledge my emotions when those emotions are anger -  regardless of whether or not the anger is directed outward at someone else or inward at myself.  So I have decided to start acknowledging and feeling and acting on, and therefore being able to process my anger.  Not that I think I have a lot.  But I am pretty sure I have more than zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All part of the process of becoming the perfect person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6539597916157073471?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6539597916157073471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6539597916157073471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6539597916157073471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6539597916157073471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/pop-country-and-full-spectrum-of-human.html' title='Pop-Country and the full spectrum of human emotion'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-9035451023675788858</id><published>2007-12-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:36:48.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>christmas festivities</title><content type='html'>Yay Christmas season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So I have two parties to go to this Saturday and two parties to go to next Saturday.  Except that all four parties are IN TORONTO!  Yeah.  Not cool.  How can I be social and festive when my social life in Toronto is far more exciting then my social life in Victoria (which largely consists of setting fires at office Christmas parties).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: still working on it&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Idea number one ruled out.  Onto idea number two.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Part One: Done.  Part Two: Done.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin #1: Done&lt;br /&gt;Cousin #2: Still working on it&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: In progress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not great - but it could be worse - and there are still plenty of shopping days until Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-9035451023675788858?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9035451023675788858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=9035451023675788858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/9035451023675788858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/9035451023675788858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-festivities.html' title='christmas festivities'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-705450625449859653</id><published>2007-12-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:21:54.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>shopping at the grocery store</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Safeway after work.  This was quite unusual for me - because with the location of my apartment this year Safeway is no longer within walking distance.  So today I took a detour after work to go shopping at Safeway.  I made two exciting purchases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I bought two haagen daaz!  Yes two!  That was because they were on sale 2 for $9.50.  I bought one tub of Baileys and one of Mango sorbet.  I was a little worried about the Bailey's, but I remember having it in Ireland and really liking it - so I bought some.  Turns out - I don't like it.  Not one little bit.  Well there's $5 I will never get back.  The Mango Sorbet however is lovely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily purchase number two was more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I bought a potted mini-pine tree for $7.  It is fabulous.  It is too small to hang any ornaments on - instead it is currently on the top of my bookcase (although I may move it), next to my (sadly) small collection of Christmas cards.  It's all very festive.  And the mini-pine smells like pine which is lovely and it has a festive red ribbon tied to the top so I am now most definetly, slowly, starting to get into the Christmas spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-705450625449859653?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/705450625449859653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=705450625449859653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/705450625449859653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/705450625449859653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-at-grocery-store.html' title='shopping at the grocery store'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8789020459517073553</id><published>2007-12-09T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:51:26.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>the type of story that makes you so sad and makes you wish the world could be a different (better) place</title><content type='html'>I just saw on the news that there were two shootings today in Colorado.  The second shooting took place in a mega-church.  The gunmen killed one person and wounded several others before being shot and killed by a security guard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously so tragic, and seeming all the more for taking place in church.  And  it's lucky that more people were not killed.  But I cannot imagine going to church and seeing a security guard armed with a gun.  I know that I am not an expert on going to church, and clearly today it was necessary - but what kind of world are we living in when Churches are handing out guns?  Obviously this practice is not widespread, and I have never been to a mega-chruch - I just think it's a really interesting and sad commentary on the world we live in.  That people are paid to carry guns in churches and that today that practice saved lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8789020459517073553?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8789020459517073553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8789020459517073553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8789020459517073553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8789020459517073553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/type-of-story-that-makes-you-so-sad-and.html' title='the type of story that makes you so sad and makes you wish the world could be a different (better) place'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3539125410360890334</id><published>2007-12-07T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:46:03.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Christmas at the Office</title><content type='html'>Though I don't usually write about my job, for obvious reasons, tonight I am making an exception.  Tonight was the annual, and my first, staff Christmas party for my office.  We went out to a nice restaurant, sat in their "group area", had a lovely three course meal (actually two of my courses were almost not editable - but I digress), and then had a tacky gift exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 15 people I got to choose my gift second.  It was a book (worthy of its own blog post) wrapped in many many layers of tissue which I took off and placed on the table.  As I was showing everyone the book, someone says something about a fire.  Yes folks - that's right - apparently in my haste to display my tacky gift I neglected to notice that the tissue paper was precariously close to the candle on the centre of the table.  And by precariously close I mean all the tissue paper went up in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately stepped back from the fire while other people attempted to address the now leaping tissue paper flames, which were somewhat contained in the original (but cardboard) box.  Several people attempted to smother the fire, but to no avail.  And it was far too big to stamp out using one's foot.  Finally, after one very long minute, several glasses of water were thrown on the fire and it was mercifully extinguished.  Around this time the wait-staff began to come over, apparently the leaping flames had caught some of the other patrons eyes.  Although by that time all that was left were the ashes floating through the air like snow and a pile of charred tissue paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that is the most excitement that the office christmas party dinner has seen in some years.  And afterwards, everyone said they were glad that my hair didn't catch on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, at every Christmas party for years to come, long after I have left this job, someone will say "remember the christmas party when Elizabeth started a fire".  Rarely is one aware of the exact moment when they become part of office lore - but for me - without a doubt - it was tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3539125410360890334?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3539125410360890334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3539125410360890334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3539125410360890334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3539125410360890334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-at-office.html' title='Christmas at the Office'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1292243352476267544</id><published>2007-12-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:04:29.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>Something's Coming</title><content type='html'>What do I Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Musical Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Spending Time with Devin&lt;br /&gt;Having a Night out on the Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes last Friday's viewing of West Side Story one of my highlights of the season.  I listen to music that makes me happy.  Some people listen to music that helps them be sad or angry or melancholy or any other emotion.  I listen to music to make me happy and put me in a good mood.  And that is what musical theatre does to me every time.  Even if it's sad musical theatre.  It still makes me hapy to listen to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... on that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;There's something due any day;&lt;br /&gt;I will know right away,&lt;br /&gt;Soon as it shows.&lt;br /&gt;It may come cannonballing down through the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Gleam in its eye,&lt;br /&gt;Bright as a rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;It's only just out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Down the block, on a beach,&lt;br /&gt;Under a tree.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling there's a miracle due,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come true,&lt;br /&gt;Coming to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be? Yes, it could.&lt;br /&gt;Something's coming, something good,&lt;br /&gt;If I can wait!&lt;br /&gt;Something's coming, I don't know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;But it is&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a click, with a shock,&lt;br /&gt;Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,&lt;br /&gt;Open the latch!&lt;br /&gt;Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the moon,&lt;br /&gt;One-handed catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Or whistling down the river,&lt;br /&gt;Come on, deliver&lt;br /&gt;To me!&lt;br /&gt;Will it be? Yes, it will.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just by holding still,&lt;br /&gt;It'll be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,&lt;br /&gt;Meet a guy,&lt;br /&gt;Pull up a chair!&lt;br /&gt;The air is humming,&lt;br /&gt;And something great is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;It's only just out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Down the block, on a beach,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1292243352476267544?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1292243352476267544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1292243352476267544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1292243352476267544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1292243352476267544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/somethings-coming.html' title='Something&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7059695525933177882</id><published>2007-12-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T19:28:23.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"I have so many insecurities they fight for prominence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maura Tierney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7059695525933177882?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7059695525933177882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7059695525933177882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7059695525933177882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7059695525933177882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7014997353493857772</id><published>2007-12-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:25:14.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Clue</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I decided to watch some television and one of my favourite movie ever was on!  Of course then my mom called so I didn't end up watching it - but in any case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is Clue.  It is based on the board game "Clue" and stars Miss Scarlett, Mrs. White, Col. Mustard, Prof Plum, Mrs. Peacock and Mr. Green - the whole gang!!  They go through all types of crazy plot twists and turns through the dinning room, the hall, the kitchen, the lounge, with a candlesticks, a wrench, a revolver and a whole exciting assortment of rooms and weapons!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made in 1985 and set in the 1950s and I highly recommend it for anyone interested in seeing the first (and possibly only) movie inspired by a board game.  And if that doesn't guarantee quality, I don't know what does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7014997353493857772?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7014997353493857772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7014997353493857772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7014997353493857772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7014997353493857772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/12/clue.html' title='Clue'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-747681055259712152</id><published>2007-11-28T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:56:14.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><title type='text'>craigslist</title><content type='html'>I like craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not one of those people that spends time on it for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - on the occasion I am on it - I often come across amusing things.  So I thought I might as well post the occasional amusing craigslist ad on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.... imagine if you will the person who is giving this away and the person who would want this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 FREE, organically fed, free range, egg producing chickens for give away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me - or is this ad totally Victoria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-747681055259712152?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/747681055259712152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=747681055259712152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/747681055259712152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/747681055259712152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/craigslist.html' title='craigslist'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-171701966373709162</id><published>2007-11-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:27:50.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><title type='text'>last week</title><content type='html'>1) Outdoor heated patio&lt;br /&gt;2) Bookstore Sale&lt;br /&gt;3) Having work at work&lt;br /&gt;4) my new second home&lt;br /&gt;5) searching for balance&lt;br /&gt;6) Kate and her horsey&lt;br /&gt;7) Tea Store&lt;br /&gt;8) Cheese&lt;br /&gt;9) My fabulous parents&lt;br /&gt;10) My fabulous boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;11) Mail!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-171701966373709162?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/171701966373709162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=171701966373709162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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heard someone on t.v. refer to attending the westminister dog show as being successful in their "sport"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dog show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes ice dancing look like a triathalon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2837200421560049962?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2837200421560049962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2837200421560049962' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2837200421560049962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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read Diana Gabalon's famous book "Outlander".  It is the first (I believe?) in a series about Claire, a young woman who accidently managed to get herself transported back in time 200 years (so from like 1947 to 1747 or something like that).  And she is torn between her love for her 1947 husband and her 1747 young dashing stranger.  It's all very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say - the book was fabulous.  It was not the most well-written novel I have ever read, but it reminded me of Harry Potter insofar as the quality of the storytelling made up for any deficits in the writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously - everytime the main character spoke, it was followed by "she said dryly" or "she said seriously" or "she said coquettishly" etc. which does not good writing make.    There was also a lot of times she seemed to be showing off her vocabulary which ended up being distracting - but I digress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes - the story was excellent.  I used to read a lot more than I do now - and this is the first time in a while I finished an 800page book in less than a week (Harry Potter books notwithstanding).  The only thing I didn't like was that there are very intense scenes towards the end which I maybe understand why she needed to put them in to demonstrate the depths of human despair and the power of human love - but they were too much for me.  They were so disturbing that they took away, for me, from one of the best stories I ever read in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - like Harry Potter - she makes people who don't usually read fantasy suspend their belief.  You really do believe that it is possible she went back in time, the way you really do believe there can be wizards.  And though I would still rather be Hermoine than Claire, it would be pretty cool to be Claire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1562564809608356801?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1562564809608356801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1562564809608356801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1562564809608356801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1562564809608356801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/outlander.html' title='Outlander'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-660288304471994773</id><published>2007-11-21T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:21:06.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Little Children</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I rented the movie little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know about this movie before I rent it is that it stars Kate Winslet, is at least partially about a pedophile and was nominated for several academy awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet is, I think, the only actor or actress whose movie I would see solely because they are in it.  I think she is fabulous and makes fabulous movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little children certainly had it's fabulous moments.  But it was also really strange.  I think I have fairly middle of the road taste in movies, leaning a little bit towards indie films, but Little Children was definetly a little weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to read a 4th year film student paper about the movie to help me get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is about struggling against your life, and that the struggle is most likely fruitless, and the struggle can possibly, but most likely will not, be redeeming?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-660288304471994773?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/660288304471994773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=660288304471994773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/660288304471994773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/660288304471994773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-children.html' title='Little Children'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-896372812388827174</id><published>2007-11-11T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:19:09.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><title type='text'>note</title><content type='html'>So today - just to mix it up - I had a peppermint mocha.  It was nice - but I will be returning to the regularly scheduled eggnog chai tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-896372812388827174?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/896372812388827174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=896372812388827174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/896372812388827174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/896372812388827174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/note.html' title='note'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-2814671531719341998</id><published>2007-11-05T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:44:26.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people and society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>so apparently I am ignorant</title><content type='html'>Monday is my day off (in addition to Saturday and Sunday) and so I usually go out in the morning to do schoolwork and then come home around lunchtime to have lunch.  Well today, at 1pm, as I was having lunch, I was watching "Engaged and Underaged" on MTV.  The first time I saw this show was last Monday at 1pm, and I am now hooked.  (Go ahead, judge me, i am already judging myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case - the 19 year old fiancee was upset that her fiance's mother did not like her.  So when the guy says "you and my mom just have different personalities" his finacee says "well that's just ignorant.  If you don't like someone because of their personality than you're just ignorant".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - I obviously can't speak for everyone - but for me, I actually find the primary reason that I like or dislike someone is because of their personality.  Now - if I meet someone new I might try to focus aspects of their personality that I like rather than aspects of their personality that I don't - but in the end, it does come down to personality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be a highly moral and good person who just happens to have a caustic or annoying or boring personality.  And I might respect that person and hold them in high esteem, but if I don't like their personality, I probably don't like them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not exactly sure what criteria this particular young woman was using to decide when and why one should be liked.  And if it's not personality, I'm not exactly what it is.  And so apparently, I must be ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-2814671531719341998?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2814671531719341998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=2814671531719341998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2814671531719341998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/2814671531719341998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-apparently-i-am-ignorant.html' title='so apparently I am ignorant'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-49443465678353576</id><published>2007-11-05T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:20:59.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><title type='text'>one friend's opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Ry9Cocy7YbI/AAAAAAAAACA/6ud5CEOZGjM/s1600-h/sbux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Ry9Cocy7YbI/AAAAAAAAACA/6ud5CEOZGjM/s320/sbux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129391763290284466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe it's not everyone's cup of eggnog latte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-49443465678353576?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/49443465678353576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=49443465678353576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/49443465678353576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/49443465678353576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-friends-opinion.html' title='one friend&apos;s opinion'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Ry9Cocy7YbI/AAAAAAAAACA/6ud5CEOZGjM/s72-c/sbux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-1455236328131644825</id><published>2007-11-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:49:49.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><title type='text'>Eggnog Latte</title><content type='html'>Right now, this very moment, I am sitting in a Victoria Starbucks (using an external wireless provider for free!) and quitely celebrating the fact that I can now purchae an Eggnog Latte!  For the record, I did not purchase an eggnog latte as I am here to do school-stuff, and therefore could not be relaxed to truly enjoy the first eggnog latte of the season (so I have a chai latte instead).  But I have been thinking of some of the pros and cons of the eggnog latte which I would now like to share with you, the viewer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro: It is delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con: It is expensive (and I am poor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro: It fills me with Christmas Cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con: It is not exactly healthy, especially considering how much better it tastes with 2% than with skim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro: It is one more reason to come to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con: It is one more reason to come to starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: rationally: I should avoid the eggnog latte.  Luckily, I am not rational, and therefore, in conclusion: Yay eggnog latte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MINUTE LATER: I just remembered.... Chai Eggnog Lattes!!!  Well - that certainly ends any doubts I may have had regarding the quandary of the eggnog latte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-1455236328131644825?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1455236328131644825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=1455236328131644825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1455236328131644825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/1455236328131644825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/eggnog-latte.html' title='Eggnog Latte'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5460648439925368212</id><published>2007-10-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:10:53.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random lists'/><title type='text'>Things I Love - in no order and to varying degrees</title><content type='html'>1) James Spader&lt;br /&gt;2) Honesty&lt;br /&gt;3) Sweaters&lt;br /&gt;4) Red Nails and Red Lips&lt;br /&gt;5) Long Necklaces&lt;br /&gt;6) Craft Fairs&lt;br /&gt;7) Presents (both giving and receiving)&lt;br /&gt;8) Dogs&lt;br /&gt;9) The fairy lights in Oak Bay Village at Christmastime&lt;br /&gt;10) Devin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5460648439925368212?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5460648439925368212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5460648439925368212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5460648439925368212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5460648439925368212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-love-in-no-order-and-to.html' title='Things I Love - in no order and to varying degrees'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-379886478660464253</id><published>2007-10-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:20:28.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tidy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Sampler of my Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1) On Sunday I went to Starbucks twice.  Once alone and once with someone.  Both times (at two seperate starbucks) they got my order wrong!  The first time it was half-sweet instead of half caf (I sent that one back) and the second time it had light-whip instead of no whip.  But I decided just to go ahead and have the whip cream :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was supposed to buy this afternoon.  I have no milk.  This means tomorrow I will not be able to have ceral for breakfast.  So I will either have yogurt, or buy a muffin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Now that I have a roommate - I find I am cleaning more than I ever did when I lived by myself.  I don't know if this is because it's not only my "dirt" or because my roommate is not especially tidy/clean but it's kinda nice to look at something that is cleaner than it was 5 minutes previously because of your hard work.  That being said - I still do not like cleaning and would love to live alone again to enjoy my own (and not someone else's) mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tonight I need to iron.  Ironing and cleaning floors are my two least favourite chores.  Plus both my iron and my ironing board suck! so that makes it especially frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone should send me mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been trying to imagine having three children and I can't.  I just can't.  It's beyond my ability to imagine myself as the mother of three.  I can imagine waking up tomorrow being the Prime Minisiter of Canada - but not a mother of three.  So in conclusion - the more I think about it - the more impressed I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-379886478660464253?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/379886478660464253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=379886478660464253' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/379886478660464253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/379886478660464253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/sampler-of-my-thoughts.html' title='A Sampler of my Thoughts'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-3382318750981684148</id><published>2007-10-12T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:44:50.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so I guess I'll be needing directions to 24 Sussex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Rw-WM-kVKcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VUpUKOSos6U/s1600-h/PH2007100100756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Rw-WM-kVKcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VUpUKOSos6U/s320/PH2007100100756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120476451041520066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Galifianakis for The Washington Post&lt;br /&gt;(used entirely without permission)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-3382318750981684148?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3382318750981684148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=3382318750981684148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3382318750981684148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/3382318750981684148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-guess-ill-be-needing-directions-to.html' title='so I guess I&apos;ll be needing directions to 24 Sussex'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/Rw-WM-kVKcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VUpUKOSos6U/s72-c/PH2007100100756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-7458627936036649828</id><published>2007-10-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:02:50.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>speaking of babies...</title><content type='html'>The other night I had a dream that babies came from cupcakes.  You would bring home a cupcake (or two) and once you got home you would open the cupcake and there would be a baby inside.  In my dream I had 5 cupcakes (but I was going to give three of them to my aunts who needed someone elses cupcakes).  And my 5 cupcakes were smaller than regular cupcakes (which makes sense, because multiples are usually lower birth rate babies).  And the first cupcake I opened had a girl inside and I decided to name her Harry or Henry.  And the second cupcake I opened had a boy baby inside and I decided to name him Harry (because apparently I am neither clever nor creative).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - I feel of all the foods that babies could come in, cupcakes would be right up there.  Also fruits, like maybe a pomegranite would be a nice place for a baby to come from.  In any case, I am sure all this baby-cupcake dreaming is related to the newest member of Devin's family - who I hear, despite not coming from a cupcake, is super cute and doing well - which is excellent!  even more excellent than cupcakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-7458627936036649828?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7458627936036649828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=7458627936036649828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7458627936036649828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/7458627936036649828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/speaking-of-babies.html' title='speaking of babies...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-5739739880342365978</id><published>2007-10-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:29:22.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>So today is Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving!  I had one thanksgiving Turkey dinner on Saturday which was quite nice.  Aside from that, I spent most of the weekend &lt;strike&gt;waiting on Devin hand and foot&lt;/strike&gt; taking care of a sick Devin.  Although as of yesterday/today he is now strong enough to go outside so I feel fairly confident that he is on the mend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone reading this had a lovely weekend.  In the past five years I have only spent one Thanksgiving with my family.  But I think that's the nice thing about Thanksgiving - of all the major holidays it is the most inclusive and the one where new traditions develop.  For me, Thanksgiving is about creating community, unlike Christmas which I like to be the same, I like that Thanksgiving is sometimes different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend I watched the movie "The Departed".  It was excellent.  I hadn't seen it yet and it was really good.  The acting was fabulous and it was super well directed and it made me proud of my Irish gangster hertiage (well - 2 out of 3).  And a few weeks ago I finished "A Jest of God" by Margaret Lawrence.  It was really really good.  And really Canadian.  And really introspective.  And so honest.  So that's my little Thanksgiving weekend arts review!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-5739739880342365978?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5739739880342365978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=5739739880342365978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5739739880342365978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/5739739880342365978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8724765185621418887</id><published>2007-09-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:03:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simpler times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/RwBgiOkVKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/CH2SeRdYgd8/s1600-h/229551714_a5b4f7bc43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/RwBgiOkVKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/CH2SeRdYgd8/s320/229551714_a5b4f7bc43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116195317835180466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Better Devin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8724765185621418887?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8724765185621418887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8724765185621418887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8724765185621418887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8724765185621418887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/simpler-times.html' title='simpler times'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/RwBgiOkVKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/CH2SeRdYgd8/s72-c/229551714_a5b4f7bc43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-6688671072526471497</id><published>2007-09-25T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:25:27.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><title type='text'>the magic of the psl.</title><content type='html'>Over the course of the summer, I have acquired several "free drink" coupons for starbucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to starbucks this morning with the plan of using one of this very very special certificates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I exchanged it for a venti, half-caf, 1%, no-whip pumpkin spice latte.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the pumpkin spice latte.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psl fills me with joy every autumn.  It is so delicious.  Everytime I see Kirsten mention a pumpkin spice latte (on fb, her blog etc). I want to exclaim, outloud "pumpkin spice latte!!"  I also know and understand and have a deep appreciation for the specialness and joy of the psl.  I know that many people don't agree.  And that's okay.  But for me, the psl is in the top tier of starbucks drink.  Perfection in a paper cup - and today it cost me nothing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-6688671072526471497?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6688671072526471497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=6688671072526471497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6688671072526471497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/6688671072526471497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/magic-of-psl.html' title='the magic of the psl.'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-8935327358216313356</id><published>2007-09-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:21:54.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Margaret Atwood</title><content type='html'>I like Margaret Atwood a lot.  I wrote a paper on her in 10th grade and one of my all time favourite books is The Robber Bride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished Bodily Harm, Atwood's 5th novel from 1981.  At the back of the book, under "about the author" it says "Margaret Atwood needs little introduction..." and that was 25 years ago!  It's interesting since when I think of Atwood I don't think of her as being famous until well into my lifetime, which means in my mind she became famous when I first became aware of her (how typically self-centred).  In any case, in Bodily Harm I can totally see the Atwood I know and love in the book, but I didn't enjoy it as much as some of her later work.  I still have to read "The Penelopiad" and I want to re-read the Handmaids Tale (which I haven't read since 10th grade).  So I started to think about what Atwood I've read.  I've read some of Survival (her first non-fiction book about CanLit), none of her poetry and the following novels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edible Woman&lt;br /&gt;Bodily Harm&lt;br /&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;br /&gt;Cat's Eye&lt;br /&gt;The Robber Bride&lt;br /&gt;Alias Grace&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Assassin &lt;br /&gt;Oryx and Crake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have not read: &lt;br /&gt;Lady Oracle&lt;br /&gt;Life Before Man&lt;br /&gt;The Penelopiad&lt;br /&gt;The Tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which suggests I have read twice as many as I have not read.  Some day I will read them all.  But I am in no hurray and they are not going anywhere :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-8935327358216313356?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8935327358216313356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=8935327358216313356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8935327358216313356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/8935327358216313356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/margaret-atwood.html' title='Margaret Atwood'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17290091.post-4503017110473098473</id><published>2007-09-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:43:19.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Discovered...</title><content type='html'>Today I discovered this cute little "food court" near my house.  It's a stand alone building in neighbourhood near where I live where there is a thai restaurant, sushi restaurant, ethopian restaurant and a cafe.  There is some seating inside and outside, though I am guessing that most of their business is take-away.  It is very cute, and I don't know where else in victoria to get ethiopian food (it's not like I can't live without ethiopian food but I do like it, and it is always nice to have the option).  Plus it means that I can get takeout food for dinner on those "non-cooking" nights.  Tonight was a cooking night, and I made gnocci (pre-made) but I wasn't a big fan of it.  It tasted weird.  So I am thinking next time I buy a different type.  I did however buy a nanimo bar this afternoon so I can have a special desert later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: The nanimo bar from the cafe near where I live was not very good.  Not very good at all.  I was doubly disappointed with my evening meal.  However, if that is the worst thing I have going right now I guess I am pretty well off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17290091-4503017110473098473?l=portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4503017110473098473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17290091&amp;postID=4503017110473098473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4503017110473098473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17290091/posts/default/4503017110473098473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portraitofagirldressedinblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/discovered.html' title='Discovered...'/><author><name>liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655461171643096344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2bnUIEO3fpE/SFafGIPwU0I/AAAAAAAAADM/24MmZpXV6hg/S220/lucy_1280x960.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
