<?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-2442338043201686360</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:05:04.609-08:00</updated><category term='Things that Must Go'/><category term='Healthy Living Challenge'/><category term='Wild Wild World of IT'/><category term='Entropy Acceleration'/><category term='Nothing Tra La La'/><category term='Lost in Translation'/><category term='This has been a Good Conversation'/><category term='PS BAM'/><category term='Intelligent Life'/><category term='Aunt Marge'/><category term='New Years Resolutions'/><category term='Films'/><title type='text'>A la Peanut Butter Sammiches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-3008445081164630892</id><published>2011-11-11T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:51:56.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z Reading Challenge</title><content type='html'>I found this challenge on Lisa Faber's &lt;a href="http://http://lisaisabookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was a most excellent idea, so I began organizing part of my endless &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com"&gt;GoodReads&lt;/a&gt; "to read" list into an "A toZ" shelf. I think you probably already understand the basic premise: each book on the list should have a title beginning with each letter of the alphabet. And since this was supposed to be fun, I didn't exclude any tripe or books in a series. Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;A - Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;B - Bonesetter's Daughter, The by Amy Tan&lt;br /&gt;C - Color Purple, The by Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;D - Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick&lt;br /&gt;E - Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine&lt;br /&gt;F - Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta&lt;br /&gt;G - Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (Millenium #3) by Stieg Larsson&lt;br /&gt;H - Hyperion (Hyperion #1) by Dan Simmons&lt;br /&gt;I - Infernal Devises by K.W. Jeter&lt;br /&gt;J - Journal of Curious Letters, The (The 13th Reality #1) by James Dashner&lt;br /&gt;K - Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;L - Life &amp;amp; Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentlemen by Laurence Sterne&lt;br /&gt;M - Mildred Pierce by James M. Cain&lt;br /&gt;N - Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;O - Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote&lt;br /&gt;P - Postmistress, The by Sarah Blake&lt;br /&gt;Q - QB VII by Leon Uris&lt;br /&gt;R - Ruby in the Smoke, The (Sally Lockhart #1) by Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;S - Snow Flower &amp;amp; the Secret Fan by Lisa See&lt;br /&gt;T - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne&lt;br /&gt;U - Uncle Silas by Joseph Sheridan le Fanu&lt;br /&gt;V - Vanishing of Katharina Linden, The by Helen Grant&lt;br /&gt;W - Witches of East End by Melissa de la Cruz&lt;br /&gt;X - Xenocide (Ender's Saga #3) by Orson Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year of the Flood, The by Margaret Atwood [note: Read Oryx &amp;amp; Crake first]&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zombie, Ohio by Scott Kenemore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-3008445081164630892?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/3008445081164630892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-z-reading-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3008445081164630892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3008445081164630892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-z-reading-challenge.html' title='A to Z Reading Challenge'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-1365084159257734564</id><published>2011-04-06T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:29:45.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Psycho Analysis?</title><content type='html'>Chose another flick from the list that's been hanging out in the NF queue for awhile: The Men who Stare at Goats. It was humorous and a little bizarre, but overall it wasn't bad. Despite the title, it had very little to do with staring at goats. Additionally, staring at goats ended up being the path to the dark side rather than a technique that they actually practiced--especially since the goats ended up dead and the main character, Lynn, felt bad about having to kill even one. Very humane, but typical behavior for Earth-loving, Hippie-type people--which I don't disagree with.&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, the film is about a group of military (Army) being trained to "kill" by means of psychic powers. They refer to themselves as Jedi and make up the New Earth unit. Their CO is a hippie who had a bad experience in Nam that lead him to believe that man could find better ways to fight wars--by not fighting. He teaches his unit to psychically disarm their opponents in order to gain the upper-hand, though once they have the upper-hand, they don't kill the enemy. Mostly, the result involves some dancing and a little bit of LSD.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, even though one could never psychically control the enemy, an ethical debate about war and power could easily arise from the plot and character interactions of this film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-1365084159257734564?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/1365084159257734564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/psycho-analysis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/1365084159257734564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/1365084159257734564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/psycho-analysis.html' title='Psycho Analysis?'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-8137153016479788755</id><published>2011-04-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:44:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake!</title><content type='html'>I had a muffin (bald cupcake) for breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-o-u4IwXkbE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was chocolate for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-8137153016479788755?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/8137153016479788755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/8137153016479788755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/8137153016479788755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/cake.html' title='Cake!'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-o-u4IwXkbE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-5139068240195586142</id><published>2011-04-04T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:00:08.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Foreign Film?</title><content type='html'>So randomly, I decided to watch something that's been in my NetFlix queue for about a year now: The Price of Milk. I'm quite enjoying the randomness of it...it started out with a man, Rob, getting out of bed and going outside, where his girlfriend, Lucinda, is trying to repair their house--which is worse than a mobile home. During the night, the wall has fallen down. Rob then goes to work at his dairy farm where he sees his friend Bernie and his dog, Nigel. Nigel has agoraphobia and lives in a cardboard box, which has the bottom cut out of it so that he can run around. As the day ends, Rob goes home to where Lucinda has made him a nice dinner. They eat while taking a bath--the tub is in the front yard--and do the dishes in the bath water (while they're still in the tub btw). Lucinda finds an engagement ring at the bottom of the tub and Rob slips it on her finger. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Lucinda is driving down the road, not paying attention to where she's going because she's looking at the ring, when suddenly she runs over an old lady. The old lady gets up and walks away, calling to Lucinda to keep warm over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;When Lucinda finally gets downtown, she goes to a shop to see her friend, Drosophola, who tells Lucinda that she'd better start a fight with Rob so that they can keep their relationship alive--whatever that means. The two then get in the car and drive away.&lt;br /&gt;As they are driving down a different road (not the one where L hit the old lady), they take a turn too sharply and roll the car. They then proceed to smoke a joint while dangling upside down and waiting for someone to come along and help them. They continue their conversation about Lucinda's relationship with Rob and the upcoming nuptials. Pretty soon someone else takes the turn too sharply and rolls their car right into place beside the girls. Turns out it's Bernie. They all get out of their respected rolled-vehicles and exchange kisses. Bernie trots off to get his tractor. You assume that this is so that he can right the rolled cars, but the next shot shows Lucinda driving the tractor home across the cow pasture.&lt;br /&gt;That night as Rob and Lucinda are asleep in bed, Lucinda can feel their quilt slipping off her shoulders. She rolls over and tells Rob to stop stealing the covers and then falls back asleep. The quilt starts to slip away again, when the camera pulls back and you see and old lady's hand pulling it away. In the background, you can see a large group of men watching--the Maori golf club. Did I mention that the story takes place in New Zealand? Next things really start to get good. Now go watch it. It's quite lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-5139068240195586142?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/5139068240195586142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/foreign-film.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/5139068240195586142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/5139068240195586142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/foreign-film.html' title='Foreign Film?'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-3837365626753038883</id><published>2011-04-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:25:36.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Wild World of IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intelligent Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entropy Acceleration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS BAM'/><title type='text'>Consider Super-Human Mutant-Powers</title><content type='html'>Without really trying, I have always tended towards Entropy--the principle that Matter if left alone, without intelligent interaction, will inevitably tends towards Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Background: My friends, JRW, CDT (Counselor Deanna Troi, which is Dunner's Star Trek name), ORR (Original-Recipe-Rob) and I had an amazing conversation about this on the way to lunch the other day. (We were going to lunch at Greg's at UVU for Wild Game day. We ate alligator.) It occurred to me that there was a part in the Entropy puzzle that I was missing--the part about intelligent interaction. (You see, JRW is a Physics and Math wiz, and he has the challenge of explaining Physics to me without the Math--I only allow him to use logical statements that I can pick apart and question.) I posed the scenario: Let's pretend that there's a rock in a desert-vacuum and nothing is acting on it. How can it move towards chaos? ORR posited that nothing can be in a purely vacuous state, and JRW responded that the assumption is that in order for Entropy to occur there has to be intelligent interaction (people, primates, etc.) acting upon it. So I posed my next scenario: Let's pretend that the rock is sitting in the desert without any people around it and it is not in a vacuum. It only has the natural elements (i.e. rain and wind) acting on it and it eventually turns into sand and joins the rest of the sand in the desert. CDT decided that sand is more organized than a rock. I decided that its an example of perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;Present Time: As I look back on this, I now have to ask: how can chaos and harmony exist in the same sphere? Maybe the answer to this question will give me some indication as to how I myself can exist in the same sphere. How is it that I can always tend toward Entropy, but yet I never explode. Though I may not be completely satisfied with everything in my life, I'm not "stark raving mad" and at times I do find myself content--maybe even experiencing a little bit of harmony. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Journal: As I mentioned before, we were on our way to a Wild Game day at &lt;a href="http://www.uvu.edu/ca/greg/menu.html"&gt;Greg's&lt;/a&gt; at UVU. Greg's is the restaurant belonging to the Culinary Arts students at UVU, every week their assignment is to present a tasting menu, a selection of 5-6 courses that could be reproduced as an entree. Gourmands may experience the students' masterpieces for a mere $10. My friend, McBourne, who organized the event, calls this the best kept secret of Utah County. Needless to say, he was right.&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Game menu consisted of dishes made from alligator, elk, buffalo/bison, pheasant, and venison. They were all quite yummy! Here's a pic of how the alli was presented:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93x7u1csuRs/TZdbB5PCBqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tJ7V9Fz2iDk/s1600/alli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93x7u1csuRs/TZdbB5PCBqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tJ7V9Fz2iDk/s320/alli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-3837365626753038883?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/3837365626753038883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/consider-super-human-mutant-powers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3837365626753038883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3837365626753038883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2011/04/consider-super-human-mutant-powers.html' title='Consider Super-Human Mutant-Powers'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93x7u1csuRs/TZdbB5PCBqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tJ7V9Fz2iDk/s72-c/alli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-9148536700802733887</id><published>2010-05-07T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:18:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Practicing Being Nice</title><content type='html'>This morning on the Radio (RFH) they were having a contest to find the best song sung by moms to their kids. The catch was that you had to sing the song that your mom sang to you when you were a kid--in other words, you couldn't be calling to sing a song that you sing to your kids. It had to be the other way around. Since I was driving, and since I really didn't want to sing on the radio, I found the song that my mom used to sing to me on YouTube and I'm posting it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV1AgrdM2To&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV1AgrdM2To&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is from a movie called Reds. I've seen it but can't really remember the plot or anything remarkable about the movie--except that my mom used to sing this song to me--mostly to teach my brothers and me  a lesson when we were misbehaving and driving her crazy. We used to fight like cats and dogs...we still do sometimes...and so she would sing us this song and make us sit on the couch and hold hands until we could be nice to each other.  I plan on carrying on this tradition one day during the next mellenium when I have kids of my own....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-9148536700802733887?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/9148536700802733887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-practicing-being-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/9148536700802733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/9148536700802733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-practicing-being-nice.html' title='We&apos;re Practicing Being Nice'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-488551136074661177</id><published>2009-11-11T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:47:53.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Sent....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SvtYUg6UxTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rHMeh1GGWHY/s1600-h/pink-giant-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403009287416235314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SvtYUg6UxTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rHMeh1GGWHY/s320/pink-giant-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but I can always use a giant cupcake. I found this picture on a Wilton blog called...something about cupcakes, but I can't remember what...&lt;a href="http://www.allthingscupcake.com/2008/12/17/decorating-ideas-for-the-wilton%C2%AE-giant-cupcake-pan/"&gt;So click here to see it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to celebrate my birthday this year with a giant pink cupcake! First I'll buy the pan, and then I'll mix up the cake, and then I'll frost it, and then I'll decorate it all pretty, and then I'll chop it up, and then I'll send a giant piece to my best friend, April Dawn, 'cause I'm a dirty-rotten-friend and haven't called her for her birthday yet. It was on Monday, and I thought about it all last week, and then when Monday came, it was such a Monday that I went home and went to bed and pretended like it was over. Sometimes I wish it was over more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-488551136074661177?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/488551136074661177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-sent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/488551136074661177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/488551136074661177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-sent.html' title='Heaven Sent....'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SvtYUg6UxTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rHMeh1GGWHY/s72-c/pink-giant-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-445212783529310154</id><published>2009-10-23T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:49:02.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>I'm getting so excited for Halloween! This year we started watching our Halloween vids long ago--like at the beginning of September--but now that P's birthday has passed and all of the leaves are falling, it feels so much closer. I've been listening to this song from The Nightmare before Christmas almost constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjJL3CMTDJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjJL3CMTDJQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tender Lovelings everywhere/Life's no fun without a good scare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is Papi's favorite holiday, too and so for my whole life, it would seem, Halloween has been a super fun holiday. P and I were reminiscing the other day about Trick-or-Treating when we were kids. We both used to go all over town with our dads following in the car. It's kind of sad that since the advent of "Trunk-or-Treat" we don't really get very many kids coming around for candy (and a panic attack if DHP is around). Of course, I'm going to buy candy anyway...just in case. I need to find the Garfield Halloween special on DVD too. It was always my favorite! I love the song that they sing about costumes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be an astronaut, a robot, a hobo, a clown,&lt;br /&gt;An alien creature going out on the town,&lt;br /&gt;So what should I be, it's all up to me,&lt;br /&gt;What should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to love this part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbqgH9NRZmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbqgH9NRZmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the one this he's not is a scaredy cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I haven't done yet this year is decorate. Even though we're not throwing one of our big parties this year, I'm still going to decorate. I'll post some pics when I'm done. Plus, P's birthday party is this weekend. I'm going to make him a haunted house cake, which should be pretty fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-445212783529310154?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/445212783529310154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/445212783529310154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/445212783529310154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-6172016632915841236</id><published>2009-10-22T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:23:20.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ala Random Carol - Quite Random</title><content type='html'>I saw a rock in the road on Tuesday that looked like a poorly designed shoe, i.e. LA Gear metallic high-top sneaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-6172016632915841236?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/6172016632915841236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/10/ala-random-carol-quite-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6172016632915841236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6172016632915841236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/10/ala-random-carol-quite-random.html' title='Ala Random Carol - Quite Random'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-2367086744630302502</id><published>2009-08-22T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:17:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Films - okay, so I have more than that...</title><content type='html'>Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen films you've seen that will always stick with you- for whatever reason. First fifteen you can recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spirited Away&lt;br /&gt;2. Salem's Lot&lt;br /&gt;3. The Man from Snowy River&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone/Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;5. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon&lt;br /&gt;6. Young Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;7. What Dreams May Come&lt;br /&gt;8. Cold Comfort Farm&lt;br /&gt;9. Serenity&lt;br /&gt;10. Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;11. Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;12. The Saint&lt;br /&gt;13. The Darjeeling Limited/The Life Aquatic with Dr. Steve Zishou&lt;br /&gt;14. I Heart Huckabees&lt;br /&gt;15. Donnovan's Reef&lt;br /&gt;16. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;17. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;18. Rock 'n Rolla/Lock Stock &amp; 2 Smoking Barrels&lt;br /&gt;19. A Knight's Tale&lt;br /&gt;20. Thoroughly Modern Milly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-2367086744630302502?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/2367086744630302502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-films-okay-so-i-have-more-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2367086744630302502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2367086744630302502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-films-okay-so-i-have-more-than-that.html' title='15 Films - okay, so I have more than that...'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-2652972341725422991</id><published>2009-08-08T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:29:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog...</title><content type='html'>I am in the progress of creating a new blog called RA Go Away! This blog is about taking back my life while living with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I'm going to try a pretty crazy lifestyle change to see what would happen if I did. The blog documents the experiment of going from a regular American diet to a Vegan one. The theory behind this experiment is that it can't hurt. Also, there isn't any documentation that says that RA and diet changes work/don't work. I thought I might be able to figure this out on my own--especially since my doctor can't help me a whole lot. I think he might be afraid of malpractice suits, but that's another story. So today, I created the blog, drank my last Diet Coke, and ate my last steak. I'm making the changes a little at a time so that my body doesn't have a freak out toxic meltdown. The first 2 weeks I'll give up caffeine and red meat, the next 2 weeks I'll give something else up, and so on and so forth until I'm where I want to be....Wish me luck! P.S. You can check out the new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.ragoaway.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ragoaway.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-2652972341725422991?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/2652972341725422991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2652972341725422991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2652972341725422991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog...'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-5764587755054807271</id><published>2009-05-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:55:08.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost in Translation'/><title type='text'>Renting a Car in Tokyo</title><content type='html'>From the brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-5764587755054807271?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/5764587755054807271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/renting-car-in-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/5764587755054807271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/5764587755054807271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/renting-car-in-tokyo.html' title='Renting a Car in Tokyo'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-7741280535529409129</id><published>2009-05-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:45:33.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that Must Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Wild World of IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Marge'/><title type='text'>Things that Must Go</title><content type='html'>1. People who threaten their co-workers when they can't get their way. Instead of working things out using their CC1 skills and they threaten to talk to the CEO and the authors.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who don't have a business case to back up their projects (which haven't been approved by the powers that be) and start giving out orders to make the project happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who don't see the logic behind QA and are oblivious to the half-a#%ed efforts of their own direct reports. QA alleviates the half-a$%edness and prevents garbage from being deployed where the whole world can see it. Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;4. Celebrex Commercials: the meds come with a warning pamphlet for a reason. Those who want to take the med can read the pamphlet, why subject the rest of us to all the boring junk. Oh, and by the way, what they say about not treating arthritis pain not being an option is true; however, Celebrex doesn't work. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;5. My sudden urge to kill everyone. What's up with that? I suddenly want everyone to die and to die horribly. Guess I deserve to be in the 10th level of Hell. I attribute it to depression, but it could be something else....&lt;br /&gt;6. Nightmares: Pain + day-time fatigue + poor sleep quality = the perfect combination for a freak-out toxic melt down. Yeah. I actually had one on Monday. Don't know if I'm ready to request an Rx for blue mimis, but I'm definitely tempted.&lt;br /&gt;7. Funtivities in the Training Room. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-7741280535529409129?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/7741280535529409129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-must-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/7741280535529409129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/7741280535529409129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-must-go.html' title='Things that Must Go'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-6260037437716540936</id><published>2009-05-22T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:33:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Home</title><content type='html'>My friend, Steve, posts a new quote every day as his FB status. This one really hit home for me: "Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed." (Booker T Washington) There are a lot of quotes like this. My friend, Jeff, just mentioned another that he had heard somewhere about not living for glory and honor, but live so that you can back out of life without shame. Another, from a GA, had to do with living life in such a way that you slide into heaven bruised and broken having taken every good opportunity that life had to offer. This one also reminds me of my favorite quote by Henry David Thoreau, which describes living life deliberately and sucking out its marrow. Most of these quotes could be considered "getting off the couch" quotes, but the Washington quote meant something more to me because of recent obstacles that I am attempting to overcome. I often wonder how much more I can push myself without overdoing it. It's difficult because I still have learned where that boundary lies. I want to continue living my life as before: going to work, going to school, working on my business, developing new talents, being completely overwhelmed with the amount of stuff on my plate. Now I'm lucky if I can just make it to work. Eventually, I'll be able to handle more, and if I'm smart with my meds, I know I can. In spite of all of this, I still want to be satisfied, I still want HF to be proud of me for the life that I lived--and what I accomplished in spite of my obstacles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-6260037437716540936?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/6260037437716540936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6260037437716540936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6260037437716540936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-home.html' title='Hit Home'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-3264648070958689579</id><published>2009-05-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:04:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5:00 Friday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Ummm...I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkw8EHm6fdc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xkw8EHm6fdc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-3264648070958689579?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/3264648070958689579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/500-friday-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3264648070958689579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/3264648070958689579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/05/500-friday-afternoon.html' title='5:00 Friday Afternoon'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-4564273802508730490</id><published>2009-02-17T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:24:52.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Wild World of IT'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>One of the guys here at work often reminds me of Dr. Peter Vankman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJ2WnRjzWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJ2WnRjzWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-4564273802508730490?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/4564273802508730490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/4564273802508730490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/4564273802508730490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-4751266347860284568</id><published>2009-01-15T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:30:25.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This has been a Good Conversation'/><title type='text'>My Many Colored Days</title><content type='html'>Gray Day&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Gray&lt;br /&gt;I watch, but nothing moves today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Killing the Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJCtpBNsQlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJCtpBNsQlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-4751266347860284568?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/4751266347860284568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-many-colored-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/4751266347860284568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/4751266347860284568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-many-colored-days.html' title='My Many Colored Days'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-6196138502677497703</id><published>2009-01-14T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:26:46.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that Must Go'/><title type='text'>Crack Pipes, Jewish Babies, Cat Woman</title><content type='html'>So, I listened to Things that Must Go on Radio From Hell this morning. My favorite thing to go was from a guy named Adam. He said that when he tells people that he's an atheist, they look at him in horror as if he's going to light a crack pipe and eat Jewish babies. I would want that to go too! So, following true B&amp;M protocol, here's my list of things that must go for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fabric that collects everything dusty, dirty, and yucky from the air. I have so many pairs of pants made from this type of fabric. All I have to do is walk by Ruby and my pants turn the same creamy white of her fur. It looks like I wrestled with her for hours and simultaneously removed all of her fur!&lt;br /&gt;2. Cute clothes made from fabric that collects everything dusty, dirty, and yucky from the air. Why do I always end up with these clothes?&lt;br /&gt;3. Lint rollers that don't work when it's cold. I always keep a lint roller in my car so that when I leave the house, I can make sure that I am fur free, but unfortunately it doesn't work right now. This morning, I walked into the building looking like the cat woman--not the cool one dressed up in a skin-tight cat suit, but the one has a cat collection amounting to 42.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the rest don't have explainable reasons...&lt;br /&gt;4. Birthdays&lt;br /&gt;5. Hunger&lt;br /&gt;6. Brain Tumors&lt;br /&gt;7. Rage&lt;br /&gt;8. Dropped Calls (to AT&amp;T rep: hint, hint)&lt;br /&gt;9. Affairs&lt;br /&gt;10. Guilty until proven Innocent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-6196138502677497703?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/6196138502677497703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/crack-pipes-jewish-babies-cat-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6196138502677497703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/6196138502677497703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/crack-pipes-jewish-babies-cat-woman.html' title='Crack Pipes, Jewish Babies, Cat Woman'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-208952399859270448</id><published>2009-01-12T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:44:34.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Resolutions'/><title type='text'>Eating Like A Hobbit</title><content type='html'>So, I've started a diet today and my work's Healthy Living Challenge. For the Healthy Living Challenge I have to exercise for 30 minutes 3 times this week and I get a point for each time I exercise. For the diet...well, it's a diet. I packed my lunch today, including healthy snacks and I've decided that in order to pull this off, I'm going to have to eat like a hobbit. I had breakfast before I left for work, so I packed second breakfast, luncheon, and afternoon tea, and then I'll have dinner when I get home. The whole thing is ridiculous! You have to eat more to lose weight?? I guess it has something to do with keeping your metabolism up and keeping things moving through? I don't know, but I do know that I packed a lot more fruits and vegetables that I'm used to eating. Yum! And I'm going to make brussels for dinner! Yum, yum! This should be a really good thing to help me reach my goal of losing a hundred lbs this year; however, if eating like a hobbit puts hair on my feet, I'm going to be mad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-208952399859270448?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/208952399859270448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-like-hobbit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/208952399859270448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/208952399859270448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/eating-like-hobbit.html' title='Eating Like A Hobbit'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-2401857131225518053</id><published>2009-01-09T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:30:11.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This has been a Good Conversation'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack for My Life</title><content type='html'>Like many of my friends, I can't live without my music. It's always on or it's always in my head. Sometimes when I'm looking for new music on iTunes, I run across celebrity playlists (Nicole Kidman's actually wasn't too bad, her being a small giraffe and all) and I think, "What would be on my playlist if I was a celebrity? Would it have a theme or would it be completely random? Would it be new stuff or old stuff? Would it reflect who I am and what I feel right now in my life?" I know this is way too deep, but it kind of prefaces the soundtracky list that would follow me around if I had my own theme song guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe by The Bravery&lt;br /&gt;2. Starlight by Muse&lt;br /&gt;3. Walking on a Dream by Empire of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;4. You Look so Fine by Garbage&lt;br /&gt;5. Cornflake Girl by Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;6. Across the Universe by the Beatles (I normally prefer the Fiona Apple cover)&lt;br /&gt;7. Everybody Hurts by REM&lt;br /&gt;8. Yellow by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;9. Lady Madonna by the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;10. Crazy Life by Toad the Wet Sprocket&lt;br /&gt;11. Then I would have to end with something instrumental...'cause Soundtracks always do... and 'cause I'm me, it would have to be something by Danny Elfman... let's see...it would probably have to be the Main Title from Good Will Hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just spent about 4 hours on YouTube looking at vids and listening to stuff, as I put this list together. As you can tell, I'm really bored, but I had fun making this. Maybe you should make one too and send it to me. Or maybe I'm just a loser and hope that one day, one day, music will play when I enter the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-2401857131225518053?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/2401857131225518053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/soundtrack-for-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2401857131225518053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2401857131225518053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/soundtrack-for-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack for My Life'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-7382312425919306533</id><published>2009-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:06:03.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Tra La La'/><title type='text'>Smuckers Strawberry Preserves</title><content type='html'>I need to make some goals...I don't really want to. That means that I would have to do something and I would have to be motivated and excited and right now I just don't feel like it. Right now, I'm really excited about my peanut butter sammich with Smuckers Strawberry Preserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-7382312425919306533?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/7382312425919306533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/smuckers-strawberry-preserves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/7382312425919306533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/7382312425919306533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/smuckers-strawberry-preserves.html' title='Smuckers Strawberry Preserves'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-8042788377631509167</id><published>2009-01-02T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:54:27.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that Must Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Resolutions'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to 2009 (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Each morning on my way to work, I listen to a rather unique group of radio DJs who have named themselves Radio from Hell. I love them and consider myself to be a friend of the program. My favorite segment that they do is called "Things that Must Go." During this segment they and their listeners name off lists of things that should be done-away-with. Occasionally, I like to make my own list of things that must go. Normally, I don't tell anyone about them because they're usually grumpy and negative; however, I think my list of 2009's Things that Must Go is noteworthy, especially considering that I'm going to formulate a giant Influencer strategy to make them go away. I'm not just whining--well, maybe a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fat&lt;br /&gt;2. Caffeine&lt;br /&gt;3. Junk&lt;br /&gt;4. Debt&lt;br /&gt;5. Regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. I'm not going to expound on these, but if you would like some clarification, please post your question in a comment to this post and I'll be happy to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-8042788377631509167?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/8042788377631509167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward-to-2009-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/8042788377631509167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/8042788377631509167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-forward-to-2009-part-2.html' title='Looking forward to 2009 (part 2)'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-2247288373241842253</id><published>2009-01-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:37:12.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that Must Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Resolutions'/><title type='text'>2008 Recap &amp; Looking forward to 2009 (part 1)</title><content type='html'>This will probably repeat in video form on our family blog, but I wanted to do a little bit of pre-writing here. Looking back at 2008 and looking forward to 2009 I kind of wanted to make some lists of things that happened, things that must go (ala Radio From Hell--friend of the program will understand this pretty well), and things that may hopefully happen in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Recap: The GOOD things that happened...&lt;br /&gt;1. I stopped drinking Diet Coke in oceanic quantities and started exercising--though some would call water aerobics "soooo relaxing" (Floatie), I don't really enjoy getting up at 5:00 am to hang out with the Provo High swim team; however, I do like the benefits and the way I feel afterward. For those who told me that exercise helped their RA--I am too a believer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Preston finished all of his GE courses and I finished all of my upper-division coursework! We are closer now to graduation that ever!! Also, our school became a University. Congratulations UVU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We sent Hyrum out to serve the Lord in the Anchorage Alaska Mission. Though this didn't happen to us directly, we have really felt the blessings that Hyrum has brought to our family. We really appreciate him and his example. We pray often that he will have success in building his testimony and sharing the Gospel with those who are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07NcV-BrI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJ5d6UzhXLM/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07NcV-BrI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJ5d6UzhXLM/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286446639735506610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07M70zMBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qd8rT5wtGFI/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07M70zMBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qd8rT5wtGFI/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286446631006449682" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We went to Switzerland. Courtesy of and with great help from my parents and the federal government (economic stimulus/2007 tax returns). We, along with the parents, spent some time in St. Gallen, Zuerich, and Basel, three of the areas I lived in while serving an LDS Mission. It was great fun to take my family to see the cool things I experienced while living in a very beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xlyu2BI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ugvUe2bJtyQ/s1600-h/Switzerland+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xlyu2BI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ugvUe2bJtyQ/s320/Switzerland+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445061724100626" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xc_stGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TLzDAA5tNxY/s1600-h/Switzerland+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xc_stGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TLzDAA5tNxY/s320/Switzerland+441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445059362567266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xN_kICI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hTLfPGFAI0o/s1600-h/Switzerland+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV05xN_kICI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hTLfPGFAI0o/s320/Switzerland+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445055335473186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We got a puppy. Ruby the Destroyer has been a fun and loving addition to our fuzzy family. In our support of Best Friends and No More Homeless Pets, we have always felt the need to give a good home to fuzzy friends. Many of you know that Lukie, our first cat, was adopted from the Spanish Fork animal shelter. Sally, our second cat, was found in the middle of the road where someone had maliciously dumped a litter of kittens (p.s. They were dumped at the end of October and were only a few weeks old. Most of them probably didn't survive the winter. Sally had to be fed milk until she was old enough for kitty food.) Gina, our now-in-door geriatric cat, was a rescue from a family that moved and didn't want to keep her. And Ruby came from a box of free puppies. A lot of times, "free" puppies also end up at the pound. After this long spiel, the message we have for you is: please spay/neuter your pets to help decrease the number of pets without families; when you adopt a pet know that it will loyally trust you to look after it and care for it--it becomes part of your family; pets are not disposable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07uignmEI/AAAAAAAAALU/D0SRnvN5XsU/s1600-h/Lukie+and+Sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07uignmEI/AAAAAAAAALU/D0SRnvN5XsU/s320/Lukie+and+Sally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286447208326469698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07t6wUBMI/AAAAAAAAALM/cZabEShI_CU/s1600-h/Ruby+in+Grass+watercolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07t6wUBMI/AAAAAAAAALM/cZabEShI_CU/s320/Ruby+in+Grass+watercolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286447197654877378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tank Wars 2008 was a success! My self-destructive devices and I blew Preston right off the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV08k9zeW6I/AAAAAAAAALc/YGp4UjCYN94/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV08k9zeW6I/AAAAAAAAALc/YGp4UjCYN94/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448143366249378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We had great seats to the Journey/Heart/Cheap Trick concert at Usana Amphitheater that took place in July. ARB joined us for the musical festivities. P.S. We didn't take these vids. I pulled them off youtube, but they're still from the Salt Lake City concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhjsJQXhdc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhjsJQXhdc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgEc-LORc2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UgEc-LORc2c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Preston turned 30! My, we are getting sooooo old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV06KMtKR4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NEeGq9cgxy4/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV06KMtKR4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NEeGq9cgxy4/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286445484486576002" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We threw another awesome Halloween party! We dressed up as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett and treated family and friends to scrumptious and savory snacks and frightening films (yes, I like alliteration). We were also happy to be a part of Sammy's first Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09UbhkHYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JV8KGFx7HUQ/s1600-h/Preston%27s+Camera+570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09UbhkHYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JV8KGFx7HUQ/s320/Preston%27s+Camera+570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448958798044546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09UK6Q8-I/AAAAAAAAALs/1cgBAPCS9o0/s1600-h/Mrs+Lovett%27s+Meat+Pies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09UK6Q8-I/AAAAAAAAALs/1cgBAPCS9o0/s320/Mrs+Lovett%27s+Meat+Pies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448954338243554" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09TufD64I/AAAAAAAAALk/pnPK6jCPGdw/s1600-h/Halloween+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV09TufD64I/AAAAAAAAALk/pnPK6jCPGdw/s320/Halloween+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286448946707950466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I had my 2nd year Anniversary working at VitalSmarts! A super fun company to work for, VitalSmarts has been very good to me. My bosses have been really understanding about my RA. Also, the skills that I have learned in the Crucial Conversations, Crucial Confrontations, and Influencer trainings have been very beneficial to me. Preston was also able to attend Crucial Conversations training and we now try to focus on having crucial conversations when the "stakes are high" rather than yelling our head off at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes part 1 of this post. Part 2, Things that Must Go, will follow shortly. Ciao! See-ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-2247288373241842253?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/2247288373241842253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-recap-looking-forward-to-2009-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2247288373241842253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/2247288373241842253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-recap-looking-forward-to-2009-part.html' title='2008 Recap &amp; Looking forward to 2009 (part 1)'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV07NcV-BrI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJ5d6UzhXLM/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442338043201686360.post-1379198510263841034</id><published>2008-12-29T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:46:52.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Wild World of IT'/><title type='text'>The Wild Wild World of IT: Episode 1, Bocce...Golf?</title><content type='html'>I work with probably one of the most interesting group of people... I guess, that's what I get for being the only woman on an IT team full of men. I do enjoy working with them (unless they've been to La Villa for lunch) and listening to their funny conversations, though sometimes rather than words, they communicate with funny sounds--like what you would hear coming from a whale, an angry bear, a walrus, or a herd of hippopotamussesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play this game called Bocce Golf. It's an adulteration of Bocce that they play like mini-golf. First of all, each player is given a putter and 4 golf balls of the same color. To start, someone hits a wiffle down the course, then each player takes turns putting until they have all run out of balls (this phrase would spawn a joke, they tell lots of jokes about balls). Then they score the game by analyzing whose balls were closest to the wiffle ball. I'm not exactly sure how this works. There was a player's manual floating around the office at one time, but I'm not sure where it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're playing they're the most vocal. So, today I've listened to conversations about penguins  marching and mating, how to make a character more inventive than Jar-Jar Binks, whiny nonsense about tech support from East Indian people complete with East Indian accents, and general babble about nothing-in voices like Billy Connolly. There's a voice for almost every topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there's a new addition to the Bocce Golf game. Since there's only one little hallway for them to play in and they've gotten bored, they've decided to start adding obstacles to their "golf course"(i.e. flotation noodles and Nerf foam ball things). This is a good thing. Before they were trying to see how much air the wiffle ball could catch without flying over the cubicle walls--though sometimes it flew over the wall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, everyone goes back to work in his respective office and/or cubicle. This concludes the first episode of the brand new smash documentary, "The Wild, Wild World of IT." Don't worry it won't hurt you--it will kill you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2442338043201686360-1379198510263841034?l=pbsammich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/feeds/1379198510263841034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild-wild-world-of-it-episode-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/1379198510263841034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2442338043201686360/posts/default/1379198510263841034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbsammich.blogspot.com/2008/12/wild-wild-world-of-it-episode-1.html' title='The Wild Wild World of IT: Episode 1, Bocce...Golf?'/><author><name>Wednesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17823242077906437209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNsTugtp5y8/SV1YaF47-6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/7fXe3yp7dRo/S220/New-FB-pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
