<?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-6979169270780781479</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:40:46.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lydia's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5212375911030800163</id><published>2010-10-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:18:21.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are some things i'd like to do before i'm 30:&lt;br /&gt;live in the city&lt;br /&gt;paint a room a crazy fun color&lt;br /&gt;have a floor to ceiling bookcase full of books&lt;br /&gt;put real pictures in a real photo album, not just on facebook&lt;br /&gt;drink coffee i make at home in a coffee pot&lt;br /&gt;travel somewhere.  anywhere cool.&lt;br /&gt;figure out what kind of music i really like&lt;br /&gt;carry a smaller purse&lt;br /&gt;go noodling.  i watched a special on animal planet about this yesterday and now i'm obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i decided i'm going to start deleting all my facebook friends that get engaged.  starting today.  i'll stop doing this the day i get engaged. if this makes me sound jealous and hateful i apologize.  i'm not hateful, probably jealous, mostly just annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i just looked at the animal shelter website to look for volunteer opportunities and this is what i actually did:&lt;br /&gt;found 3 dogs i want to adopt&lt;br /&gt;judged people for naming their animals dumb names&lt;br /&gt;found a cat i'd like to adopt&lt;br /&gt;considered becoming a foster home for pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i didn't do:&lt;br /&gt;look for volunteer opportunities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5212375911030800163?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/5212375911030800163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=5212375911030800163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5212375911030800163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5212375911030800163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-are-some-things-id-like-to-do.html' 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just leave my stuff on the table and pray nothing gets stolen.  or do i walk two tables over and ask the very attractive young man to watch my stuff....for the rest of our lives.  instead of doing any of those things, i'll just hold it until i leave.  i don't have to go that bad.  although typing about it has made it a little more urgent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at a baseball game on sunday.  two of them actually.  a double header.  the 7 year old boy i watch is a great baseball player.  as we were ready to leave he asked if i wanted to bring a diet coke to the game.  so sweet.  he knows my favorite drink.  while at the game i got the first sunburn of the season and boy oh boy did i do it right.  3 days later my shoulders are blistered.  seriously blistered.  i'm going to guess my skin has soaked up at least 5 pounds of aloe and counting.  i've worn long sleeves the past few days because i didn't want any more sun to shine on my poor arms, but today i braved a tank top.  i can't hide these guns all summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, distraction time is over.  this homework won't do itself.  i so wish it would though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8478929500806960119?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8478929500806960119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8478929500806960119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8478929500806960119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8478929500806960119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2010/05/distractions.html' title='distractions'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-7034697473838458747</id><published>2010-05-13T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:42:23.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time.  i've kind of missed blogging.  i also miss the internet.  since i've moved i don't have it and i have to travel to places that offer it for free.  today i'm in the library.  i'm sitting across from a tutoring lesson.  i realize i probably made their lesson very awkward, but this chair is just so comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've moved.  i like it.  sort of.  it's kind of lonely.  i walk around the house a lot so i guess i'm getting some good exercise.  especially since when i'm really bored i lunge down the hallway.  this has only happened twice.  i also don't have cable so i watch movies or read.  mostly read and then go to bed really early.  i'm wondering where all the cool kids hang out.  i can tell you it's not at the library.  on my way in there were maybe 15 junior highers being crazy outside the door.  i was almost desperate enough to ask them to hang out.  maybe by this time next week i'll reach that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to summer.  let's hang out ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i won't wait so long to blog next time.  i'll try to keep up with it better.  i should also say that i really enjoy tuna melts.  i had them last night and they were so tasty!  i need to have them more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5157940051293156151</id><published>2010-02-15T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:58:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning</title><content type='html'>things i've learned today:&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very black and white person, no shades of gray here, which is why i don't like philosophy&lt;br /&gt;i need to change my attitude about philosophy so that i enjoy this class&lt;br /&gt;i get distracted easily&lt;br /&gt;when i crave taco bell i need to eat taco bell&lt;br /&gt;i love hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5157940051293156151?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4220710683222822400</id><published>2010-02-09T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:42:29.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>band-aids</title><content type='html'>i gave myself a manicure today in order to save money.  why pay someone when i can do it myself?  i'll tell you why.  because when i give myself a manicure i end up with bleeding fingers covered in band-aids.  my left hand just doesn't know how to control itself very well and because of that my right hand cuticles have suffered.  at least i have really cool neon band-aids thanks to betsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4220710683222822400?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8438824208399475650</id><published>2010-02-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:59:25.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>my little nephew was born last week!  he's the sweetest little baby in the world.  i love him a lot.  he's tiny and has the softest skin of all time!  i'm not even joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered this wonderful place called half price bookstore.  it's a used book store and the books are cheap.  i love it!  i just like walking up and down the aisles and looking at all the different books.  i have bought a few, but i just mostly like to browse.  i need to use all the self control i have not to go there everyday, so instead i go every other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a fair trade/green shop.  i bought paper made out of elephant poop.  it's soft and odorless.  i love it.  i'm going to write lots of notes on them.  if you get one it will probably say, "this note is on paper made from poop.  enjoy."  or "like this paper, you're also a piece of poop."  i'm really excited to write these notes, you should be excited to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all the updates i have for now. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8438824208399475650?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8438824208399475650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8438824208399475650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8438824208399475650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8438824208399475650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-1012650734256782993</id><published>2010-01-28T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:30:10.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>i'm very impatient so waiting is hard for me.  here are some things i'm waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;-my nephew to be born.  he was due yesterday.  he's already turning out to be more patient than me.  darn it.&lt;br /&gt;-class to be over.  it actually just started 21 minutes ago, but i'm already ready to go home.  i have over 3 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;-the weekend.  i don't have a lot going on, but i'm still excited for it to come.  for some sleeping in, rest, time with friends, the usual weekend stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-my hair to be long.  it's been growing out for some time now and it's not super long yet.  i'm thinking i may start taking prenatal vitamins.  not because i'm preggo, but they seemed to work for my sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only am i impatient, i'm also incredibly distracted.  for instance, i'm in class on the computer and i've already checked my phone about 5 times.  sorry professor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-1012650734256782993?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8092937090001619580</id><published>2009-12-17T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:46:13.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas memories</title><content type='html'>i start a new class tonight which is so silly.  it will start tonight and then go on break for 3 weeks.  it took all the energy i had to get here tonight.  i still want to be on christmas vacation.  i'm sitting in the computer lab killing some time before i have to go into class.  i'm typing really fast so everyone thinks i'm super smart and writing a long paper just for fun.  i'm in here thinking about some of my favorite christmas memories.  would you like to hear them?&lt;br /&gt;-the year we got all our presents on christmas eve.  it was the christmas that i got my american girl doll.  oh, i loved her so much.  i'm pretty sure i brushed her hair everyday, which is more than i brush my own hair.  we all opened our presents and then watched a christmas carol and ate crunch and munch.  it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;-all the christmas' that my sister and i would find our presents.  if they were clothes, we would usually end up trying them on.  we were awful.&lt;br /&gt;-this isn't christmas, it's birthday, but they're close so it doesn't matter.  i think i was five, maybe older, but i got a precious moments bible and a totally hair barbie.  the barbie came with gel.  i think i used all of it for my own hair.  anyways, those were the two best presents ever.  sometimes i still read that precious moments bible. &lt;br /&gt;-last christmas when the roommates and i went and picked out our christmas tree and then set it up at home listening to carols.  it was a fun bonding/tradition setting moment. &lt;br /&gt;-every christmas that my great grandma would make santa claus out of the huge apples.  it was the neatest thing.  she would put cloves in the apple as his buttons and every year i would somehow eat one and every year i would spit it out because it's so gross.  i never learn.&lt;br /&gt;-i got a baby doll from my grandma.  it was a boy and i named him michael james, i called him mikey for short.  if you moved the baby the right way it would say, "mama." i carried that little guy every where i went until i think i was about 22.  just kidding.  17.  no no no, i must have been 12.  i loved him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two clementine oranges sitting in my purse and i really want to eat them before class, but there is a sign that says no food.  and when you peel oranges the whole room you're in smells like them.  i don't want to make these people jealous and i really don't want to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8092937090001619580?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5200721333309062478</id><published>2009-09-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:11:01.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>last night i had a dream about starbucks.  it's weird because i don't work at starbucks.  in my dream i was working with kirsta and i didn't know how to make coffee so i was just taking the orders and writing on the cups, but i didn't know the correct abbreviations so i just wrote everything the customer said on the cup and it was really funny.  i woke and thought to myself, "i will never be able to work at starbucks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5200721333309062478?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2349767640757362339</id><published>2009-09-16T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:06:06.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ordered text books on monday and today they came.  homework can start now.  i'm very excited.  we'll see how long the excitement lasts.  i'm going to start reading as soon as i'm done blogging and wasting time on facebook. oh, and when america's next top model is over.  so glad it's back.  i've been forgetting to smile with my eyes, not anymore, thanks for the reminder tyra.  i'll be practicing all season.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i watched seven pounds.  whoa.  that was a hard, eye opening, heartbreaking movie.  i liked it, but i sure did cry.  to follow up that movie i watched she's the man.  i also cried during that one too, but only because i was laughing so much.  i didn't remember it being that funny.  i'll be watching it again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my first americano yesterday.  it was good.  i drank it at about 730 in the pm and i was still in bed by 1030.  what if caffeine doesn't effect me?  what if i've built up a tolerance to it?  i might have to consult webmd about this.  see what happens when there is a caffeine tolerance and how to cure it.  i want it cured.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, i'm ready for fall and puffy vests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2349767640757362339?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2349767640757362339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2349767640757362339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2349767640757362339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2349767640757362339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-ordered-text-books-on-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4909414485761873104</id><published>2009-09-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:41:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>race</title><content type='html'>today i learned children love to race.  especially uphill.  it doesn't matter how out of shape you are or how much you detest running, they still want to race and they want you to let them win.  if i'm forced to run uphill, i'm not letting you win.  does that make me mean? no, it makes me competitive, even against a five year old with a back-pack.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lydia-you're shoes untied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny man-i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lydia-you're going to trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny man-no, i'm going to trip you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4909414485761873104?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4909414485761873104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=4909414485761873104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4909414485761873104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4909414485761873104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/09/race.html' title='race'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2250067581094458958</id><published>2009-08-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:26:21.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharpie pens and cubs games</title><content type='html'>the first of the school supplies have been purchases.  sharpie pens.  i don't know why i like them so much, i just do.  those and papermate ones.  i usually like pens that you have to click not with a cap.  teachers used to reprimand me during class because i would be clicking my pen and not even noticing it.  if it has a cap though i chew on it.  maybe i should start using a pencil.  i'm getting more and more excited about school by the day.  a lot of my credits transferred which is great, and i'm really excited to start taking classes again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'm going to a cubs game.  a bunch of us are going and we're sitting in the bleachers.  i don't care how good or bad the cubs are doing i still like to see them play.  it's just fun being at a game.  goal for tomorrow: make a new friend.  another goal: don't get beer spilled on me by rowdy fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2250067581094458958?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2250067581094458958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2250067581094458958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2250067581094458958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2250067581094458958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/08/sharpie-pens-and-cubs-games.html' title='sharpie pens and cubs games'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8577827191192742260</id><published>2009-08-25T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:57:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really happening</title><content type='html'>well folks, it's happened.  today i got an e-mail letting me know that i have been accepted into Trinity International University!!!  wowza, i am excited.  no one was home to celebrate with me so i yelled around the house for a little and then made a few calls.  i told me my mom and started crying a little, i'm pretty sure she was too.  krista did a great job of being excited with me.  i can't believe it.  i went to community college and then stopped for a number of reasons, but one was i was too afraid to apply anywhere else.  i have an intense fear of rejection.  today i feel pretty proud of myself.  i'll start sept. 22.  i already have a list of school supplies.  i'm too excited and happy to do anything.  i don't need to clean, i was just accepted to college.  so what if i showered an hour ago and i'm still sitting in my towel, i was just accepted to college.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, i hate working out but i do it anyway, at least once a month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8577827191192742260?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8577827191192742260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8577827191192742260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8577827191192742260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8577827191192742260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-really-happening.html' title='it&apos;s really happening'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2153543703035327110</id><published>2009-07-21T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:50:04.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good today</title><content type='html'>i'm going to write a book.  i know what it's going to be about and the title.  i'm not going to tell anyone due to copyright issues.  i don't want anyone to steal my idea.  i also know who the main character is going to be.  it's going to be funny, and eye opening.  i think i'm going to start writing it tonight, right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have chapped hands and it's summer time.  who has chapped hands in the summer?  i'm so confused.  they're even cracking.  i can't seem to find a lotion that helps with this.  any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm on a seafood kick.  i like to eat tuna, tonight i had crab cakes, and i also bought salmon.  i'm not really sure how to cook the salmon, but i bought it and i'll figure it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forget how funny "Friends" is.  i like watching the older episodes and laughing a lot. i was never allowed to watch it growing up, but now that i'm a grown woman and live on my own, i watch it all the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2153543703035327110?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2153543703035327110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2153543703035327110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2153543703035327110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2153543703035327110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-good-today.html' title='life is good today'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2413763136227742048</id><published>2009-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:53:51.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate to be a debbie downer, but here i go.  yesterday evening our family had to put our dog to sleep. our dog who we had for 18 years to the date.  i remember the day we went to pick out ruff.  i was really mad that he got to ride home on my brothers lap, but then he scratched my brother so i wasn't mad after that.  it's funny how a pet becomes part of your family.  it's really sad saying goodbye.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thin i'm going gluten free.  i got a book and a cookbook out on it, not from the library though because i can never go back there again.  my mom checked them out for me.  she does not know that i am very irresponsible with a library card.  a lot of the recipes have beets in them.  i may have to do some alterations with those recipes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like summer, and it's almost here.  i'm going to write a song about it, probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2413763136227742048?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2413763136227742048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2413763136227742048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2413763136227742048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2413763136227742048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-to-be-debbie-downer-but-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2678075746370958272</id><published>2009-04-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:34:19.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pockets</title><content type='html'>this evening i went through some of my vest pockets.  these are the things i found:&lt;div&gt;ticket stubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pennies, lots and lots of pennies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;receipts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these things were not found in the same vest, but most of them were.  i was a little annoyed that i found so many pennies, i like the silver change better but i may take my pennies and cash them if for silver money, or maybe even green money.  i do like the green money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a messy person.  i have messy emotions.  i cry a lot for no reason.  some may call me overly sensitive.  and i am kind of sloppy.  i leave all my clothes on the floor.  i also have a lot of mail every where and magazines.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like when i'm home alone and the house starts to make weird house noises.  it weirds me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2678075746370958272?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2678075746370958272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2678075746370958272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2678075746370958272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2678075746370958272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/04/pockets.html' title='pockets'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8650069580431895579</id><published>2009-04-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:30:27.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really enjoy gossip magazines.  i don't know why.  i will never meet a celebrity, i don't even really care to.  that's not true.  it is my life long dream to meet a celebrity, have my picture taken with them, and then become famous myself and star in a soap opera.  anyways, i read the magazines.  my favorite is US weekly.  i really like the "they're just like us" section where they take pictures of stars filling up on gas, drinking coffee, having a fat day, you know, the usual thing us non celebrities do too.  i don't really know why i decided to right about that.  maybe because i'm looking at the magazines right now.  what a guilty pleasure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really do like living in chicago, except when it's april, supposed to be spring, and snowing outside.  i've lived here all my life and it still surprises me.  it's so nasty outside right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's in my pantry. i just found them today.  i forgot i bought them.  it was like finding a buried treasure!  and i do mean buried, our pantry is very full.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once in a while i enjoy watching deadliest catch.  the new season starts on april 14 and it looks very intense and very exciting.  i think i will watch it as one of my regular shows.  i even marked my calendar.  i mean business.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8650069580431895579?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8650069580431895579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8650069580431895579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8650069580431895579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8650069580431895579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-enjoy-gossip-magazines.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8035002893206798162</id><published>2009-02-26T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:25:57.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i decide at 9:30 to do laundry.  oh, and i mean 9:30 pm.  if it was the am that would be okay, but by 9:30 at night it's already too late and i want to go to bed, but i can't because i need jeans for jeans day at work.  i do NOT pass up a jeans day.  instead of going to do laundry i thought it would be a good idea to blog about how much i hate doing laundry, especially at night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided i don't eat enough veggies.  i'm going on a veggie diet for the weekend.  tonight i ate a whole bag of peas.  so good.  i looked for lima beans, but i don't think they're a very popular veggie because i couldn't find any.  it's really too bad because they're my favorite.  i don't know why they are, maybe because they look like little hearts.  it's a loving veggie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like grapefruit juice.  i'm drinking some right now. mmmmmm, refreshing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really need to do this laundry.  i wish i could invent a washing machine that only took 5 minutes.  it would be super powerful.  one day, one day my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8035002893206798162?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8035002893206798162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8035002893206798162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8035002893206798162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8035002893206798162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2009/02/laundry.html' title='laundry'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2648435755245023680</id><published>2009-02-22T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:41:30.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>this summer i had a goal to do things alone.  things such as eating alone, having coffee alone, and going to a movie alone.  these things were really intimidating.  mostly because i thought everyone would be looking at me wondering why i was alone.  where are all her friends?  i guess i was pretty insecure.  one summer day i headed out into the town i live in walking to a busy section to have a glass of passion iced tea lemonade by myself.  i did it.  it wasn't so bad.  some people stared, but i think it's just because i'm extremely good looking, just kidding, but seriously.  after my lemonade i headed over and got a salad from panera and sat outside, by myself.  again, it really wasn't so bad.  nobody was staring, there were even other people by themselves.  i thought why not do it all in one day.  after my salad i headed over to the movie theater and bought one ticket to see sisterhood of the traveling pants 2.  i bought a popcorn and a small diet coke, for one, and went into the theater.  i sat in the very top row in a seat very far away.  i really liked going to the movie by myself.  since then i've been more comfortable doing things by myself.  sometimes at work during my break i'll head over to the coffee shop and sit and read.  one day i even ate at chipotle by myself.  my favorite thing is the movie though.  it's like going on a date with myself.  it's really good alone time.  good thinking time.  i went to see another movie by myself a few weeks ago.  it was he's just not that into you.  talk about a big dose of honesty, whoa baby.  after i left the movie i had a little conversation with myself and then dropped myself off at home.  this evening i felt the urge to take myself on another date.  i saw confessions of a shopaholic.  i got myself a little bag of peanut m &amp;amp; m's and a diet coke and sat in the middle row in the middle seat.  i loved it.  the movie was good.  it made very thankful that i don't need to shop and fill a void in my life with things.  i do enjoy shopping, but not to fill voids.  i like taking myself on dates.  i would encourage all of you to take yourself on a date.  you just might find out that you're a keeper, that you are really great.  i like being alone.  please don't think that when i say that i mean lonely.  i am far from lonely.  i have great friends and a wonderful family.  there is no loneliness here.  i've just found that i'm getting to a point of contentment.  a place of comfort with being by myself, figuring out how great i am, that i just might be a keeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2399901339647901737</id><published>2009-02-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:04:36.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ear buds</title><content type='html'>i don't usually listen to my ipod because the earbuds hurt my ears.  not because i have the volume up too high, it's because they are uncomfortable.  my ears feel like they are all bruised when i take them out.  maybe not bruised, just very tender to the touch.  i listened to my ipod a lot this weekend on the train to visit my sister and every time i would take the earbuds out i would make a little "ouch" sound.  i can not live my life this way.  i want to go get old school cover my whole ear so i don't have to stick anything in them headphones.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister told me i should be a writer.  maybe i will.  i don't know how to become a writer.  i know what i would wear if i became a writer.  my pajamas.  and i would drink tea all day and wear really cool reading glasses.  i think i would be a little crazy too.  if you're a writer you have to be a little crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2399901339647901737?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2399901339647901737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2399901339647901737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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people didn't go to work, including me.  i called to see if they needed me, but to my surprise and delight they did not.  not that i don't love my job, because i do, but i hate driving in the snow.  everyone is home today.  all the roommates.  i love the picture our house is painting right now.  sarah is down reading by the fire, krista is reading in the living room, danielle is cleaning her room, and i am in bed, of course.  krista has actually just come into the room so we will nap soon.  i really love this snow day.  i love this house.  i love the book i'm reading.  it's great here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas is just around the corner.  i have decided to host christmas at my house.  i never cook, but apparently i can create a christmas feast.  it will be so fun.  it is a christmas of firsts.  the first christmas without my grandpa, the first christmas with cathy as a part of our family, the first christmas at a new place (my house), it will be different, but with my family, it will be great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a perfect day for a blizzard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-9139164341947348318?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/9139164341947348318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=9139164341947348318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/9139164341947348318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/9139164341947348318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-7960719579000616201</id><published>2008-11-09T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:12:34.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>a while ago i bought a neti pot.  the doctor told me it would prevent me from getting sick all the time.  my brother came home and used it before i was able to so he bought it from me.  the neti pot goes in your nose and rinses out your sinus'.  that is why i made him buy it from me, it was in his nose.  anyways, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8sDIbRAXlg"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; has a lot of funny neti pot videos posted.  if you want to laugh a lot you should watch them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.  i was sitting in traffic the other day letting my mind wander and i some how ended up on coffee.  it isn't just a beverage, it's community, it's cool, it's popular, and it's a comfort.  at starbucks all these little kids are in there ordering really weird, fancy, beverages.  why?  they are little, they should be drinking orange soda, but they're drinking coffee because their friends are, because it's a popular thing to do in our society, i don't know.  i just know that when i was little i would watch my parents drink coffee and one day i begged for some.  they poured me some in my sesame street mug, the one with big bird on it, and i drank some.  i hated it.  i dumped most of it out and then poured a whole bunch of milk in it.  perhaps i invented the latte.  i don't know.  as i get older, i'm starting to enjoy coffee as a comfort not as a fix.  it relaxes me, it breaks me from a hectic day, it gives me the chance to take 20 minutes and reflect on my day, conversations, or nothing, i can just be.  i like my coffee breaks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried a new church today and i really liked it.  i've never church hopped and i don't think i'm going to start now.  i think i found the right fit for me on the first try.  thank you very much.  it was so nice and the man at the door didn't even laugh when i said, i have no idea where to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-7960719579000616201?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4667893239972744822</id><published>2008-10-25T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:21:18.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flannel sheets</title><content type='html'>it was finally time for the flannel sheets to make an appearance for this fall/winter season.  the sheets finally made on the bed last night.  they are so cozy.  maybe too cozy since it's 11:15 and i'm still in bed.  i may have said it before, but i wish there was a job where i could just stay in bed, all day.  i won't give up hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was a busy week for me.  i spent four days in vegas, and then i spent the weekend up north.  vegas was fun, a little boring, up north was beautiful. it was so relaxing and peaceful and so good to hang out with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to peace out now, i have some flannel sheets to snuggle in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4667893239972744822?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4667893239972744822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=4667893239972744822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4667893239972744822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4667893239972744822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/10/flannel-sheets.html' title='flannel sheets'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4280558510747636478</id><published>2008-10-08T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:15:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to you</title><content type='html'>today marks week 3 since my grandpa died.  i didn't think i'd be able to survive in a world where he didn't exist, but as they say, time does heal all wounds.  not saying this wound is at all healed yet, but i am surviving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my grandpa enjoyed life.  he ate donuts, drank manhattans, sat in the sun, and smiled a lot.  he would give a little squeeze at the end of a hug, wink at you across the room, and he would hold your hand.  he loved life, he loved my grandma, and he loved us, i'm certain of this.  i'll miss my grandpa, but i'll eat a donut, squeeze at the end of a hug, sit in the sun, maybe drink a manhattan and remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4280558510747636478?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4280558510747636478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=4280558510747636478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4280558510747636478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4280558510747636478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-to-you.html' title='here&apos;s to you'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8591967563254579584</id><published>2008-10-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:44:43.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more toothpaste</title><content type='html'>i put a sweatshirt on today, my favorite brown one.  i must have worn it the other day at night or in the morning because there was toothpaste dripped all down the front of it.  how does that happen?  at 22 shouldn't i know how to brush my teeth so the toothpaste doesn't drip all over my shirt?  i usually get toothpaste on my clothes at least twice a week.  i need to figure something out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love milk.  i always have.  i used to drink so much my parents put restrictions on how many glasses i could have because i was drinking all the milk.  and yes, i have very strong bones.  i haven't been drinking a lot of milk for a while, but today i got really thirsty for it.  i drank a half gallon throughout the day.  i'm not feeling so great now.  i was for most of the day, but i think my body is starting to realize there's a half gallon of milk in there.  it should be a fun night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8591967563254579584?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8591967563254579584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8591967563254579584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8591967563254579584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8591967563254579584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-toothpaste.html' title='more toothpaste'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4642102526972332655</id><published>2008-10-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:50:42.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>today at work i was wiping butts and cleaning up ants and realized this is not what i want to do forever.  i love it now, but not forever.  so i was talking to my co-worker and she was helping me figure out what i want to do with my life.  i got really excited because i love thinking about a new adventure and what may happen.  i just love possibilities.  on my home from work i called my mom to tell her i want to go back to school, these are some things i want to do and she said, "lydia, go to the library.  there are so many books on majors and careers and the schools you could go to.  ask someone for help, but the library is a great place to get stuff like that."  my mom works at a library.  i got home and told krista all my exciting news and then headed off to the library.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get to the library and immediately go the computers to search for career books.  i wish they had the actual card catalogs, those are fun.  anyways, i find a few books and write down the call numbers and go in search.  half way through my search i start to think i don't know where my keys are.  i look in my purse and they aren't there.  oh no, where did they go?  i check my pockets, look on the floor, no luck.  then i think, maybe i set them down by the computers.  i go back to the computers and can't remember which computer i was at and then i found them at the third one, which i guess is the one i was at.  i pick up my keys and tuck them away in my purse and go back to find figure out my life books.  i can't find the ones i'm looking for anywhere.  there isn't a "fix your life" section, but i'm in the section about becoming a lawyer and i start coughing.  i swallowed wrong and then i have a cough on top of that so i was coughing maybe for 13 seconds.  mid cough, a man sitting at a table looks at me and says, "could you do that in the bathroom?"  i was a little embarrassed so i just turned around and walked away coughing, not to the bathroom, meanie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i then went to jewel.  i didn't have a lot of groceries, just like 23 maybe.  i went to the self checkout because i didn't want to wait behind soccer mom buying food for the next 3 weeks.  the self checkout is a huge pain and i am never going in it again. i thought it would be fast but soccer mom was out before me.  it's all because of the bananas, stupid bananas, and then the receipt machine got stuck.  man, what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a happy note, it is Oct 1 and that means it's time for the down comforter!  i can't wait, i love snuggling under it.  ohhhhh, i love the fall, but not jewel self checkout and not mean men that tell me not to cough at the library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4642102526972332655?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4642102526972332655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=4642102526972332655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4642102526972332655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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from the bottom?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it says for best results squeeze tube from the bottom, why?  is the toothpaste squeezed from the bottom better than squeezed from the top, middle, or even 3/4 of the way down?  i don't get it.  i'm going to continue to squeeze it from wherever i get it.  it's usually the middle, that's the best place for me, middle.  isn't all the toothpaste in the tube the same?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house is pretty quiet today.  i'm watching my second movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish my life had a soundtrack, i even wish my days had a soundtrack.  that would be great, a song to go to all the moods, ups and downs of the day.  mission to readers: put together a soundtrack for me.  all 2 of you who read this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5670197109314712974</id><published>2008-09-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:15:52.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i told krista to wake me up in the morning no matter what it takes.  she failed.  she tried really hard though.  i like to sleep.  i wanted to get up early and read.  i found a book that i really like and i wanted to read that night but was really tired so i thought i could read in the morning.  apparently i was still really tired in the morning.  i should be reading now but i've decided to blog.  i'm going to keep it short.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't enjoy forgetting to eat.  it is now 9:11 pm and i have forgotten to eat dinner.  how does that happen?  i will go downstairs to eat.  i'll probably just eat my last ice cream cone though.  that's not a nutritious dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone told me tonight that i've made a good life for myself and i agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5670197109314712974?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/5670197109314712974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=5670197109314712974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5670197109314712974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5670197109314712974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-night-i-told-krista-to-wake-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-7220623330424746790</id><published>2008-09-03T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:37:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was driving home from work today and i was stopped at a red light and decided to trim my cuticles.  since i am prepared for anything, i took out my trusty nail clippers and started trimming those pesky cuticles.  i glanced over at the car to my left and the girl in that car was filing her nails.  i thought it was funny.  i looked over to my right hoping i saw a girl polishing her nails, but i did not, i just saw an old man picking his nose, no joke.  which leads me to my next thought, why do people think the car is the best place to pick their nose?  i mean, you are in a vehicle surrounded by windows and passing thousands of other people.  what's also scary is that most of the people that i see picking are men in suits.  they probably go to work and have meetings and shake lots of hands and those hands were just up their noses!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a fun thing happened in our house today.  last night i went to go take a shower and their was toilet paper in the shower.  not like nice clean rolls of it, but nasty, already used, already in the sewer toilet paper.  i had the normal reaction, i threw on a towel and ran upstairs screaming, "there is junk in our shower!"  well today i arrive home to be informed by krista that now there is not only toilet paper in the shower, but poop.  yes, you read right, there is poop in our shower.  sick.  our landlord is taking care of it tomorrow at 12:30.  it better be gone, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a beautiful weekend up north wisconsin.  my grandparents live in a cabin on a lake.  i relaxed.  i fell asleep on the dock, read on the dock, floated in a tube, played games, had good conversations...i couldn't have asked for a more perfect weekend.  my grandpa is really funny.  i can't quote him or imitate him, but just know that he is really funny.  and he calls me butch.  not in a mean way, but it's his little nick name for me.  some awkwardly laugh when i tell them that, but i like it.  he'll come into the living room, which is where i sleep when i go there, and he'll say, "morning butch." and i'll smile and say, "hi grandpa." and then he kind of winks at me and goes to make breakfast.  i love memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to get a library card!  i've been waiting for this day since i moved into this house.  it feels like christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-7220623330424746790?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/7220623330424746790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=7220623330424746790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/7220623330424746790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/7220623330424746790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-driving-home-from-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-6535790687062993443</id><published>2008-08-28T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:25:32.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to have a bad hair day tomorrow.  today was a ponytail day and tomorrow is a no shower day so that equals bad hair day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm reading a book and i like it!  well, i'm only one chapter in but so far it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-6535790687062993443?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/6535790687062993443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=6535790687062993443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/6535790687062993443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/6535790687062993443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-have-bad-hair-day-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2744370938417751326</id><published>2008-08-27T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:18:39.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful ride</title><content type='html'>krista and i are sitting on the sofa and she told me to blog and then she told me what to blog about.  she said boob juice, but i did that last time so no more boob juice stories.  i came home today to a freshly mowed lawn, with not so straight lines, just kidding krista, it looked beautiful.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my roommates are so funny.  i like coming home to them.  i had a hard day, i had to go to the doctor, i won't go into details, but it is not a fun situation.  anyways, krista was sitting on the sofa and then let me hug her for a really long time, and she hugged back, and it was a good hug, a, i'm really happy your home hug, everything's okay hug.  she's great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;danielle is so great.  she told us great stories about her first day back as a teacher.  i love her so much and how she loves her job and truly cares for her students.  and then she made us laugh, a lot, we're still laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sarah is so fun.  she has such a fun energy and passion.  i love talking to her, getting little random texts during the day, laying on her lap, the olympics are over now, but i loved watching her watch them.  she loves the olympics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;julie is the bomb diggity.  her heart is beautiful.  she has passion.  she makes me laugh a lot.  she is caring and a great story teller.  i like her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andrew is so easygoing.  he works out a lot during the day.  i always hear him running around.  sometimes it's slow running and sometimes it's really fast.  he likes to do intervals i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this house is perfect.  these people are perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2744370938417751326?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5160826951138241850</id><published>2008-08-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:52:54.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>today at work a baby ripped the nipple out of her bottle spilling boob juice all over my leg!  it was gross.  she laughed and i gagged.  sometimes i wonder why i like my job, but at the end of day a baby will hug me or laugh or wave and it's reasons like that i stay.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't polish my nails because i don't like nail polish, but today when i was at target buying toilet paper, because we're almost out, i bought nail polish as well, but only for my toes.  i don't like it on my fingers, but i do like it on my toes.  it's a really bright color.  i like it and i think it will cheer me up at the end of the day.  just knowing that my toes are bright will get me through some of my days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been reading any books.  i like to read, usually before i go to bed, but i just can't get into any books lately, which reminds me, i still need to unpack my books.  what if i can't get into any books ever again and i never read another book for the rest of my life?!  i can't let that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me paint you a picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i crawled into bed with krista, we chatted.  a few minutes later julie joined us.  it was late.  things that wouldn't normally make me laugh, made me laugh a lot.  julie made her foot talk like a southern bell.  krista was sleeping but still talking.  i tried to go to my own bed and they wouldn't let me.  i laughed a lot last night.  it's reasons like that i love living here.  oh yeah, and yesterday julie scared me in the dining room and i screamed really loud and it scared her and then she screamed and then we both fell to the floor laughing.  we laughed for a really long time.  yesterday was a good day.  lots of laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm laughing right now because the landlord came to fix the toilet and he opened it and said, "oh yeah, oh man, yeah, that is bad.  hmmm, let's see."  i wonder what was in there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5160826951138241850?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/5160826951138241850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=5160826951138241850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5160826951138241850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/5160826951138241850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-1449847221948486322</id><published>2008-08-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:37:08.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, it has finally happened, i live in a house, with great girls, and as of today, beautiful blinds.  sometimes it's fun being a grown up.  &lt;div&gt;things i like about being a grown up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pulling into my driveway (which i don't do often because i park in a parking lot by a church)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming home to my roommates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long talks about boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unloading the dishwasher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paying bills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making sure doors are locked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making sure lights are off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is good these days, for the most part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-1449847221948486322?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/1449847221948486322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=1449847221948486322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/1449847221948486322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/1449847221948486322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-it-has-finally-happened-i-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-1367634158246921958</id><published>2008-07-17T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:33:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you little boy riding a bike and wearing a helmet for waving at me.  you made me smile all the way home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm moving.  it's happening, right now, as i type.  well, not really as i type, but before i started typing i was moving.  a few boxes now clutter the beautiful home that i am going to share with four beautiful girls.  i couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm disappointed, a little bit in myself but mostly with some people around me.  i wish i could tell them, but i won't.  instead i will be angry and cry a little and then get over it.  i'm not sure that's very healthy, but neither is taco bell and i still eat that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've started biting my nails again.  i used to bite them when i was little but stopped one day.  i kicked the habit cold turkey.  i've started again though.  i don't know why, it usually happens at work which is really gross, i have to wash my hands a lot because i realize they have just been in my mouth.  then i have to file them right away because i don't want them to be uneven.  i think i have too much stress or anxiety over something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes are tired.  goodnight world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-1367634158246921958?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8258720709931054494</id><published>2008-06-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:44:40.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official</title><content type='html'>friends, or friend, i think only one person reads this, but to whom in may concern, i have purchased a vehicle!!!!  it's very exciting.  i love it, it's pretty, and i park it at work so i can have a clear view from my classroom.  i may be a little obsessed.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like reading.  i finally finished the last harry potter book and it was fantastic.  i was nervous and i cried.  i'm going to miss you harry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started the diary of a wimpy kid, which is a young adult book, but very funny.  i'm only a few pages from being done and i just started it.  i can't wait to read the second.  and then i will read an adult book, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not sure what to do with my hair these days.  i don't know if it should be long, or short, or medium, or blonde or brown or red.  man oh man, it's hard being a girl yet again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to go on a date.  perhaps, watching the bachlorette (i don't know how to spell that) is not the best choice because i'm really jealous that she gets to go on all these really beautiful dates and i'm reading children's books.  lame.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8258720709931054494?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-6508274448122733915</id><published>2008-05-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:40:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i am happy.  so very happy.  i am going to a comedy club tonight and i'm really pumped about it.  i feel like a grown up going out on the town on a friday night.  it will be a good time with friends and lots of laughter...oh i can't wait!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still no new car.  it's getting really annoying.  i'm going out with my dad tomorrow again and hopefully i will figure things out, like exactly what i want.  i think i have commitment issues.  it's hard to commit to one car for practically the rest of my life.  i guess when it's right, i'll know.  just like with a man.  oh yikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are 2 things i never wear because they make me feel like a little girl playing grown up.  the 2 things are a blouse and lipstick.  just the word "blouse" makes me feel old, but i'm wearing one tonight and i think i can handle it.  i'm also wearing lipstick, i think i might wipe it off and go with my trusty carmex.  a little growing up at a time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-6508274448122733915?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/6508274448122733915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=6508274448122733915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/6508274448122733915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/6508274448122733915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-5069372234771367520</id><published>2008-05-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:48:20.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my papers are done and now i just have to study for finals!!!!  it's so exciting.  i can't wait to get summer started.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like to watch real world.  i know it's kind of trashy, but i love it.  especially this season in hollywood, intense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just did a crossword puzzle and word search.  it was fun.  turns out i'm not so good at crossword puzzles but i am awesome at word searches.  i think i will get one of those big word search books and do them all the time.  i'm sure it will make me sharp.  i tried sudoku and i liked it, but i cheated because the book had the answers.  i need to get a word search book with no answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-5069372234771367520?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4783392874576541426</id><published>2008-05-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:24:35.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's about seven thirty and i'm ready for bed.  i could probably go to sleep right now.  sadly, i can not.  i have lots of papers to write for school.  i don't know why i wait until the last minute.  i knew about these papers the whole semester.  i need to stop procrastinating.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had a great weekend.  i have been blessed with some truly amazing friends.  i like when john mayer tells me my body is a wonderland.  that might be inappropriate to say, but that's how i roll.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-8637905196880377610</id><published>2008-04-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:27:09.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>collecting</title><content type='html'>i always wanted to be someone that collected things.  when i would hear of people collecting really cool things i got jealous and then would try to collect things like coins or notebooks, nothing ever worked.  i was cleaning my room tonight and realized i collect a lot of things without really even knowing it:&lt;div&gt;-garbage.  i have a lot of garbage floating around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shot glasses.  i knew i collected these, but my collection is becoming very impressive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ticket stubs from concerts and movies, not to be confused as garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lotions.  i have a lot of lotions and i don't use many of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a great time in california.  i'll write more about it in days to come, but just for now, it was really a blessing of a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-8637905196880377610?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/8637905196880377610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=8637905196880377610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8637905196880377610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/8637905196880377610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/04/collecting.html' title='collecting'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-7742876969349909703</id><published>2008-04-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:26:26.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i woke up extra early to shower.  i allowed myself plenty of time so after i showered i could go back to bed for about a half hour.  i've been planning this for a while, but usually tend to oversleep.  not today my friend, mission accomplished.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-7742876969349909703?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/7742876969349909703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=7742876969349909703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/7742876969349909703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/7742876969349909703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-woke-up-extra-early-to-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-3074633195393977535</id><published>2008-04-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:04:19.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that have been on my mind lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i'm more of a grown up than i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i'm capable of more things than i give myself credit for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i have been blessed with some really amazing friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~things aren't always as bad as i make them out to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i really do like water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate to continue to dwell on my teeth, but i had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out the other day.  it was scary for a lot of reasons.  one of the reasons was that i was making all the decisions.  my mom was there, but she had no say.  i'm not a miner anymore, it was my insurance, and it was all up to me.  that was a lot to deal with.  now, i am sitting watching tv with very swollen cheeks and i am bored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all for now, i have some ice cream that needs to be eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-3074633195393977535?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/3074633195393977535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=3074633195393977535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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molar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;molar: HEY!!! who do you think you are?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WT: i'm a wisdom tooth. a large, very aggressive wisdom tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: you are not welcome in lydia's dainty little mouth. there is no room for you and i will not make any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WT: well then i will just continue to push my way in and hang out in your curviture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: how dare you decide to show up after 22 years!  you haven't been there for lydia like i have.  where were you thanksgiving on 200o when her grandma's turkey was overcooked and very difficult to chew?  or for the delicious pizza of '97 with the chewy crust?  you were no where to be found, but i was there, i put in overtime for her.  you and your buddies are not welcome here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WT: i won't back down!  i'm tired of being impacted.  there are things to be chewed and i want to chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: you are causing lydia pain and making her very crabby and for that i will never forgive you.  because of you i missed my bath last night because she hurt so bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WT: fine, i'll get out, but i'll make it hurt. i'll just hang out here until i get cut and pulled out, and i'm taking my friends with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: goo, you do that. we'll get over the pain, and over you.  you will not be missed wisdom tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for standing strong molar.  we'll be together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-3719895494753564393?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/3719895494753564393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4600657326152919318</id><published>2008-04-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:55:46.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh</title><content type='html'>Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.&lt;div&gt;~Lamentations 3:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm listening to bob marley and i like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had a toothache for about a week and tomorrow i'm going to try to go to the dentist...i'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to bed before 10:00 tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my friends, every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really excited to go to work tomorrow.  i really do love my job.  there is nothing sweeter than a hug from a baby.  it's such a pure hug.  i love it.  i can't wait to have my own babies so i can hug them forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4600657326152919318?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4600657326152919318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=4600657326152919318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4600657326152919318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/4600657326152919318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/04/fresh.html' title='fresh'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-6085944571247898588</id><published>2008-04-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:47:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've had a flat tire on my car for weeks.  at first i thought it was just getting low on air so i filled it up at the gas station.  a week later it started to get low again and i thought it was strange, so i filled it up with air again.  about a week later it is low again.  i've been driving on it for a few days and it is getting lower and lower.  i was going to take it in to get patched today on my break, but thought napping was a better idea.  i'm taking it in in the morning and will be very relieved when it is all fixed.  the end.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;midterms are over and i didn't fail!  yay!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-6085944571247898588?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/6085944571247898588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=6085944571247898588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/6085944571247898588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~rude people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things i do enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~country music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~sitting on my pilates ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~cliff bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~peanut butter on bananas, celery, a spoon, or my finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ponytails &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~text messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~sharpies of all shapes, sizes, and colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~t-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have two perfumes, ck one summer and clinique happy.  ck one summer is my going out perfume and happy is my going to work perfume.  today i didn't want to wear either one of those perfumes so i wore my moms perfume which is pleasure.  i really liked it, i think i will make that my new work perfume and make happy my weekend perfume.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-3579009979680017650?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/3579009979680017650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=3579009979680017650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/3579009979680017650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/3579009979680017650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-i-do-not-enjoy-when-my-pants-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-3060067320299401850</id><published>2008-03-23T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:35:22.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>my dad plays the trumpet.  he has for almost his whole life.  it's a really cool thing.  when i was really little like maybe 3 or 4 and he would be practicing i would sit on the bed and watch him and shout out my requests which were usually twinkle twinkle or row row row your boat.  anyways, when he would practice he would give me a mouth piece so i could play with him.  i had no idea how to use it so i usually just stuck it in my mouth and used it as a chew toy.  my dad is dedicated to a lot of things, his family, his business, his beer, and his trumpet playing.  he practices all the time.  well today on beautiful easter sunday i went to church and watched my dad play.  he plays a lot of church services and weddings.  today i just loved watching him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'm going swimsuit shopping.  not really looking forward to it.  i don't know who designed fitting rooms and the lighting in them, but that person was cruel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished a book tonight.  i like when i finish books, especially good books and i feel like my life is now a little better because i read that book.  that's how i feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud.  and i don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes.  i want to eat cold tangerines and sing loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now.  i want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books that make me jump up and down and i want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad the he gave life to someone who loves the gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cold Tangerines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-3060067320299401850?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/3060067320299401850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=3060067320299401850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/3060067320299401850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/3060067320299401850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-2838266064968216895</id><published>2008-03-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:24:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jelly beans</title><content type='html'>i've recently become addicted to jelly beans.  i suppose easter season is the perfect time to become addicted to jelly beans because the shelves of every store are stocked with them.  this makes me wish i wasn't a jelly bean snob and could eat just the regular jelly beans on these shelves, but i can't.  the jelly beans that i love are jelly belly, but not just jelly belly, very specific flavors of jelly belly.  i LOVE the pear flavor, man oh man do those babies make my mouth water! and also the pink grapefruit flavor.  eating these flavors is very dangerous because it makes me think that i'm eating the actual fruit when in fact i'm eating something that is very very far from the fruit family.  it's embarrassing but i think today i ate about a half pound of jelly beans.  i wonder how many human pounds that will translate into?  i guess i won't be paying that scale a visit any time soon.  i guess i should also brush my teeth.  i wonder how many times i said jelly, belly, and bean during this entry?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;midterm tomorrow, yikes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-2838266064968216895?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/2838266064968216895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=2838266064968216895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2838266064968216895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/2838266064968216895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/03/jelly-beans.html' title='jelly beans'/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-125086691583092976</id><published>2008-03-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:54:45.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never was one to sleep in.  when i was younger and tried to sleep in i would make it to about 8:30 and then get up.  now, all i do is sleep.  i could sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon if the people in my house would let me.  i also take a lot of naps.  i just really love sleep.  i also love sleepovers.  and a good pair of jeans, but that has nothing to do with sleep.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-125086691583092976?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/125086691583092976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=125086691583092976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/125086691583092976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6979169270780781479/posts/default/125086691583092976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-was-one-to-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06769933101516611454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-4654272793004380174</id><published>2008-03-03T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:15:32.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~i love popsicles&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i recently bought a water and stain repellent for shoes and i have waterproofed literally every shoe i own because i think it's fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i like bon jovi on certain days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i'm obsessed with post it's and sharpies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i read before i go to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i like to do laundry, but hate to fold it so it usually stays in the basket until i've worn everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i change my mind a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i will always love dashboard confessional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i love concerts and buying t-shirts at concerts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i own a lot of books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-4654272793004380174?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/4654272793004380174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979169270780781479.post-562856512906764252</id><published>2008-03-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:17:58.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a wonderful weekend it is now time to get down to business. &lt;div&gt;things i have to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clean my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat all the girl scout cookies i bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch a marathon of project runway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;water my bamboo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's going to be a busy day, especially since i've waited until 4ish to get started.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you've learned, and the new things you discover about yourself.  i like it even though the future freaks me out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really enjoy the smell of new books, especially text books.  while attempting homework tonight all i did was smell my book instead of actually reading it.  i don't think the teacher will buy it as a good enough excuse.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6979169270780781479-6446630786031866090?l=lydiakirsten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lydiakirsten.blogspot.com/feeds/6446630786031866090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6979169270780781479&amp;postID=6446630786031866090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to see wicked for my wonderful mom's birthday.  the older i get, the more i appreciate my mom.  she is truly a one of a kind, spectacular, too good to be true mother.  she has become my friend, the person i confide in, and when i'm sad she still lets me lay in her lap while she plays with my hair.  some girls fear turning into their mother, but i embrace it.  i know i'm becoming more like my mom everyday and that means that i am becoming a caring, loving, funny lady.  thanks for making me mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks from today dancing with the stars starts again and i couldn't be more excited!  i don't know what it is about reality tv, but i can't get enough of it.  my family likes to get together a lot.  we get together for anything, and dancing with the stars is just another excuse for us to get together and throw a little party.  i love my family.  i am truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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