<?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-13124467</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My So Called Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-189940293399247090</id><published>2007-04-17T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:24:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we began talking about taking a vacation to Mexico I knew I needed to go apply for a passport as soon as possible. I checked the official website to make sure I had enough time to apply and get my passport in time. At the time it was taking 6-8 weeks. I applied on January 27th with no worries about my passport arriving in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week a coworker asked me when I applied. I told her and she said she had heard it was taking 10-12 weeks because people were so frantic to get their passports. I began to worry then because when I had applied I had exactly 10 weeks to my trip. When I got home that night I went back to the passport website and it did say there was an extended time of 10 weeks due to high demand. I saw that there was an option to check you passport application online. I put in my information and it was not found. I was getting really worried. I also found a forum with stories of people having a hard time getting any info on their passports. So I decided to call the National passport office to check and make sure they did in fact receive my application. After waiting an hour, the lady I talked to said my application was being processed in Charleston. She then asked me if I would like to expedite my passport. So of course I said yes. I gave her my information and credit card number. I felt much better and was able to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to check the website all week and my bank account for any activity and there was nothing. I called the National passport office again on Monday morning and was once again told my passport was being processed in Charleston and no it was not being expedited because they were not allowed to do it unless it was 14 days before your trip. When I asked when my passport would arrive I was told to call and check every week. I decided to do one of my two options left to ensure I got my passport in time. Call my Senator. I called the Senators office at 8:30 A.M. and talked to a nice woman named Caroline. She was very confident about my getting my passport and asked me to fax over some info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I got a message from Caroline that my passport was located and it is being sent Fed-Ex. She even gave me a tracking number! I was so happy and relieved! I wanted to scream and jump up and down but, I couldn't cause my kids were napping. I did do a dance later cause I AM GOIN TO MEXICO!!!! Thank you Caroline. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-189940293399247090?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/189940293399247090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=189940293399247090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/189940293399247090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/189940293399247090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-we-began-talking-about-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-1065468958055406136</id><published>2007-04-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:09:32.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/FIP/MX-00141-C.jpg" alt="Map of Mexico Art Print" title="Map of Mexico Art Print" border="0" height="250" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Mexico people! I can not express just how excited I am. My last trip was not that great except for swimming with the dolphins. I plan on making this an awesome trip with a capital A!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope my passport comes in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-1065468958055406136?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/1065468958055406136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=1065468958055406136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/1065468958055406136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/1065468958055406136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-going-to-mexico-people-i-can-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-4601337407753445647</id><published>2007-04-09T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:55:31.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After making a dramatic change of going from blond to brunette I am seriously thinking about going lighter for the summer. The crazy thing is I am actually scared to go back to blond. I was a blond for thirty years so it shouldn't be such a big deal. Plus, I really don't want to hear a certain mother tell me once again I change my hair color every week. I love being brunette but, I miss being a blond. I am so torn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-4601337407753445647?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/4601337407753445647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=4601337407753445647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/4601337407753445647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/4601337407753445647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-making-dramatic-change-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-6637312682414964945</id><published>2007-04-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:46.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gizmo is BAT CHILD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RhW2jfuKWlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pLuBrK1yMr0/s1600-h/Batchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RhW2jfuKWlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pLuBrK1yMr0/s320/Batchild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050143278092671570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RhW2aPuKWjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/B2a0MZkK6x4/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RhW2aPuKWjI/AAAAAAAAA3E/B2a0MZkK6x4/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050143119178881586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-6637312682414964945?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/6637312682414964945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=6637312682414964945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/6637312682414964945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/6637312682414964945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/04/gizmo-is-bat-child.html' title='Gizmo is BAT CHILD!!!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RhW2jfuKWlI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/pLuBrK1yMr0/s72-c/Batchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-2735061318332147062</id><published>2007-03-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:02:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little boy from another class approached  me after going to the potty and said...&lt;br /&gt;" Can you buckle my seatbelt? " He was holding his belt while asking me this. I replied with a chuckle " Sure, I'll buckle your seatbelt. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-2735061318332147062?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/2735061318332147062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=2735061318332147062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/2735061318332147062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/2735061318332147062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-boy-from-another-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-7534392436730370672</id><published>2007-03-13T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:46.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfdFQFoMtFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SWLCIMGJA5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfdFQFoMtFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SWLCIMGJA5Y/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041574450555565138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Chloe half dog, half pig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-7534392436730370672?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/7534392436730370672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=7534392436730370672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/7534392436730370672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/7534392436730370672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-chloe-half-dog-half-pig_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfdFQFoMtFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SWLCIMGJA5Y/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-4693011354647094110</id><published>2007-03-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:46.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggies, doggies everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTkm1oMsxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pZz8jHaYI0U/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040905238816273170" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTkm1oMsxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pZz8jHaYI0U/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTirFoMsvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OXn31I1egks/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040903112807461618" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTirFoMsvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OXn31I1egks/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTia1oMsuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x4hbG7O6JB4/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040902833634587362" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTia1oMsuI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x4hbG7O6JB4/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Chloe and Gizmo to the dog park for the first time. Chloe got off to a rocky start when a dog approached her and she began to cry and run away. The dog kept following her while she continued to cry and run. By the time I was able to get to her she had almost all the dogs in the dog park following her. They all wanted to know what she was crying about. It was a little nerve racking for me at first but, when I thought back to the scene of all the dogs following Chloe I couldn't stop laughing. After calming down Chloe wandered a little and checked out other dogs in the park and played with the tennis balls that were randomly laying around. Gizmo spent two hours roaming, smelling and peeing. He did occasionally check out the other pooches. We all had a good time and two vey tired pups. I loved the dog park and I can't wait to go back again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-4693011354647094110?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/4693011354647094110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=4693011354647094110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/4693011354647094110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/4693011354647094110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/03/doggies-doggies-everywhere.html' title='Doggies, doggies everywhere'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/RfTkm1oMsxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pZz8jHaYI0U/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-8977801412288144938</id><published>2007-03-01T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:46.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReZgWpGD5fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/25L7HBPB8uE/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReZgWpGD5fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/25L7HBPB8uE/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036819175365142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This message was on my parent board when I came to work yesterday. Need I say more? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-8977801412288144938?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/8977801412288144938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=8977801412288144938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/8977801412288144938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/8977801412288144938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/02/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReZgWpGD5fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/25L7HBPB8uE/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-6177144575399765527</id><published>2007-02-28T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:24:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:p</title><content type='html'>I had a parent tell me yesterday when they were dropping off their child " You have a different hair color every week. ".  Yeah, a little rude. I really wanted to stick out my tongue and blow them a raspberry. Instead I just laughed a little, gave an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;  smile and walked away. This is for you parent :p!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-6177144575399765527?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/6177144575399765527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=6177144575399765527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/6177144575399765527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/6177144575399765527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/02/p.html' title=':p'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-117254356700615413</id><published>2007-02-26T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:31:46.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the lameness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReOZCJGD5dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Rx7ECxm8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReOZCJGD5dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Rx7ECxm8Y/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036037070410474962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three months of no fitness center the new one opened with a neon sign reading the Heat. First thing I thought was lame. It almost makes me not want to workout there. Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-117254356700615413?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/117254356700615413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=117254356700615413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/117254356700615413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/117254356700615413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='oh the lameness'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUbpQSjgvYA/ReOZCJGD5dI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Rx7ECxm8Y/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-115912282856039647</id><published>2006-09-24T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:34:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0686.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0686.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a booth selling doggy items at the Plano Balloon Festival and I had to try out the Doggles. They were selling for $20. Cute idea but, a little to much for an accessory for your dog.&lt;br /&gt;Gizmo was a great model. He looks like Snoopy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115912282856039647?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115912282856039647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115912282856039647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115912282856039647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115912282856039647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/09/doggles.html' title='Doggles'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115490134367767182</id><published>2006-08-06T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:01:04.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/B000A6T2BW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/B000A6T2BW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Alias Season four. I must admit that it has taken me awhile to finish it. I watched the last four episodes today. The last episode had me gasping and covering my mouth. I won't say why in case I'm not the last person to see it. I am so anxious to see what happens next. I want to go out and get season five right now. Dang it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115490134367767182?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115490134367767182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115490134367767182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115490134367767182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115490134367767182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/08/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115404145159961276</id><published>2006-07-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:04:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stressed!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking about everything that needs to be done and I'm stressing. I'm about to start a new school year at work. That means at least three weeks of craziness. I have a lot of cleaning and preparing to do. There will be lots of training, late nights at work and getting to know my new class. On top of that I am moving into a two bedroom apartment with my friend. We are looking to move September 1st. Thinking about everything that needs to be done to prepare for that is making me even more stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115404145159961276?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115404145159961276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115404145159961276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115404145159961276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115404145159961276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-stressed.html' title='I&apos;m stressed!!!!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115343908653007004</id><published>2006-07-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:46:50.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/Photo%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/Photo%2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my MacBook yesterday. I am having an awesome time with my new Mac. I want to buy it a bag and carry it with me wherever I go! I spent an hour just playing with Photo Booth. I had a lot of good laughs. Thank you Z! My life isn't quite as boring anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/Photo%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115343908653007004?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115343908653007004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115343908653007004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115343908653007004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115343908653007004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-mac.html' title='Hello Mac!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115103265522189688</id><published>2006-06-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:19:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Toshiba</title><content type='html'>I sold my laptop. I won't tell you for how much. Lets just say it was a bargain price. I plan on getting a MacBook soon. In the mean time I won't have access to the internet as often. This makes me sad. I am truly addicted to checking my e-mail, myspace and surfing the internet. Don't forget paying bills online. I love to pay bills onlline. To you my dear Toshiba I say....It's been a fun, frustrating experience. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115103265522189688?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115103265522189688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115103265522189688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115103265522189688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115103265522189688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-toshiba.html' title='Goodbye Toshiba'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115077359772570233</id><published>2006-06-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:19:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doin laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/Gizmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/Gizmo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gizmo helping me do laundry. " Yep, you got all the clothes out! "&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/13124467-115077359772570233?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115077359772570233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115077359772570233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115077359772570233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115077359772570233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/06/doin-laundry.html' title='Doin laundry'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-115069005300414825</id><published>2006-06-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:07:33.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was hard day for me.  I haven't been in touch with my Father in almost a year. I have been trying to get in contact with him but, he never calls me back. Last time I heard from him was in a Christmas card informing me that my Grandfather had past away a few months earlier. I thought I was angry about it but, I realized that I am sad. During church tonight I was on the verge of tears. I was able to keep it together until afterwards. I had my cry and feel better. Thank you Z and Kerri for helping me thorough a rough spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-115069005300414825?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/115069005300414825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=115069005300414825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115069005300414825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/115069005300414825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-114851401252146897</id><published>2006-05-24T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:40:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference week :(</title><content type='html'>Every year I have Parent/Teacher conferences. I get to do them twice a year. Yipee. The first conferences aren't too bad. You get to sit down with the parent and talk about their child and set goals for the year. Pretty easy. The end of year conferences are always so draining and stressful to me. I have to schedule conference time and sometimes I have to corner parents just to do it. I have portfolios to finish. It's basically a scrapbook for the parents. They love it but, it can be a lot of work. I have eight to do. I get to go to work early, conference on my lunch and conference after work. I have on more day. I think I can make it. I hope. I'm already beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114851401252146897?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114851401252146897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114851401252146897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114851401252146897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114851401252146897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/conference-week.html' title='Conference week :('/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114800925040397193</id><published>2006-05-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:28:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy life jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0864.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0864.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Giz for a trip to PetsMart to buy dog food. We were shopping for a new collar where I saw the doggy life jackets. Yes, they make doggy life jackets! In honor of the up coming pool season Giz decided to model it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is demonstrating his awesome swimming abilities! I'm so proud. Swim puppy swim! Next time he will model the sports wear in honor of football season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114800925040397193?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114800925040397193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114800925040397193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114800925040397193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114800925040397193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/doggy-life-jacket.html' title='Doggy life jacket'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114773916308043668</id><published>2006-05-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:05:42.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/Rya_young%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/Rya_young%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this picture when I went home this weekend. My first reaction was to laugh, then I said out loud to everyone...." I still make that face! ". Here are a few options to what could be going through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the hell is he doing? "&lt;br /&gt;" I want that toy and I hate you cause you have it! "&lt;br /&gt;" You're a retard. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Thank you Mom for capturing this precious moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114773916308043668?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114773916308043668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114773916308043668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114773916308043668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114773916308043668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice makes perfect'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114731586766656114</id><published>2006-05-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:51:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sunday night I had a very strange dream. I hardly ever remember my dreams but, this one is still very vivid in my mind. In my dream Z and I were at a concert listening to a Latin band. We were laying in the street with pillows under our heads on the curb. I sit up and see a scorpion. I tell Z that its there. He sits up. I tell him to leave it alone and it won't hurt us. This is where it gets odd. Then the scorpion crawls on the pillow and disappears inside the pillow. It was like it was walking through a wall. I start freaking out and stand up. I look down at my knee and see it crawling under my transparent skin. I'm still freaking out. So I get a safety pin and cut open my knee a try to get it out. I finally get it out and fling it in my hair. Still freaking out,  I shake it out of  my hair.  I sure was glad that dream was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114731586766656114?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114731586766656114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114731586766656114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114731586766656114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114731586766656114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114708862560336834</id><published>2006-05-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:46:48.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty laundry</title><content type='html'>So, I have a little dirty laundry to air out.....I was informed last night that I was removed from someone's blog link because they were over people not updating their blog. This is what I have to say to that. Why does the blogging community have to be so cut throat? Why do we have to call people out for not blogging or label them under a category? For example, " hardly blog at all ". I've had blogger block for months now and quite honestly was a little bored with it. How long are we going to blog any way? When we are sixty, seventy, eighty? When do we call it quits? When we are blogging about our bladders and Depends underwear?  Have a little compassion people. Bloggers have feelings too. Ok I'm done.....I'm over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114708862560336834?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114708862560336834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114708862560336834' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114708862560336834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114708862560336834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty laundry'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-114679641813882020</id><published>2006-05-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:53:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart why can't I quite you?</title><content type='html'>So a few of you may know that I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;Wal-Mart. I dread going but I end up going to Wal-Mart at least once a week. Every time I go I remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I hate Wal-Mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to park a million miles away from the door&lt;br /&gt;2. It's always crowded. You have to fight your way down almost every isle&lt;br /&gt;3. The isles are too small&lt;br /&gt;4. They never have what I want in stock or I have to search really hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;5. They are so mega huge that they drive out local grocery stores&lt;br /&gt;6. The lines to check out are always long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why Wal-Mart pulls me back in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping there saves me money&lt;br /&gt;2. It's the closest grocery store to me&lt;br /&gt;3. New cool t-shirts. Yes, I said cool T-shirts at Wal-Mart! I'm not too proud to admit I have bought 3 T-shirts from Wal-Mart and 3 jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negatives so out weight the positives here. So, Wal-Mart why can't I quite you!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114679641813882020?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114679641813882020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114679641813882020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114679641813882020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114679641813882020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/wal-mart-why-cant-i-quite-you.html' title='Wal-Mart why can&apos;t I quite you?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114679620362623921</id><published>2006-05-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:30:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you know Marya</title><content type='html'>I'm selling out too. Take my quiz! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkquiz03.php?quizname=060504222138-643207&amp;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/linkquiz03.php?quizname=060504222138-643207&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114679620362623921?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114679620362623921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114679620362623921' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114679620362623921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114679620362623921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-you-think-you-know-marya.html' title='So you think you know Marya'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-114671253433090897</id><published>2006-05-03T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:18:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Stone</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was really looking forward to watching The Family Stone. I was totally in the mood for a few good laughs. I must have misunderstood the whole concept of this movie. It was the most awkward movie I have ever seen. It made me cry, I'm still crying now. On top of it all now I feel depressed. CAUTION: this movie may cause uncontrollable crying and depression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Family Stone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:The_Family_Stone_film.jpg" class="image" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/1d/The_Family_Stone_film.jpg/200px-The_Family_Stone_film.jpg" alt="" longdesc="/wiki/Image:The_Family_Stone_film.jpg" height="297" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114671253433090897?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114671253433090897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114671253433090897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114671253433090897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114671253433090897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/05/family-stone.html' title='The Family Stone'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-114550340551852935</id><published>2006-04-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:41:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Zoo</title><content type='html'>Good Friday I went to the Fort Worth Zoo. I loved It! I have always loved going to the zoo. I feel like a little kid busting with excitement. I also renewed my love of taking pictures. I am very thankful for that because it has been a long time since I felt inspired to pick up my camera. These are a few of my favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0742.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0742.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0730.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0730.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-114550340551852935?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/114550340551852935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=114550340551852935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114550340551852935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/114550340551852935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/04/fort-worth-zoo.html' title='Fort Worth Zoo'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-113873021859285358</id><published>2006-01-31T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T09:56:58.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day menu</title><content type='html'>This is what we are having for lunch on Valentine's Day at my school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sweetheart ravioli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red hot garlic toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cupid applesauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be mine milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;morning and afternoon snacks are......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yours truly oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be mine milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Puppy love pudding w/ wafers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm disappointed with the juice. We should be having Love Juice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113873021859285358?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113873021859285358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113873021859285358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113873021859285358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113873021859285358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/01/valentines-day-menu.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day menu'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113778341174964290</id><published>2006-01-20T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:56:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I started the day by over sleeping. I had about an hour to get ready for work. I forgot that I was supposed to leave a few minutes early so I could get gas. I was on E when I left work the evening before. I had to rush poor Gizmo to go potty. I remembered that I needed to get gas when we were on our way outside. I was already running late at this point. I leave for work and I'm just about to leave my apartment complex when I realize that I have forgotten my purse. I had to turn around to get it because I could not go all day without getting gas. The whole way to work I'm struggling with should I stop and get gas and risk being late or not get gas and risk running out of gas and being late anyway. I decided not to get gas and take my chances. The whole way there my eyes are darting back and forth to the gas gage and the clock. I'm thinking please don't run out of gas, please let me make it to work on time! It was a very stressful ride to work. I made it to work on time without running out of gas. I had a huge headache by the time I made it. I have decided from now on I'm getting gas in the evening. No more talking myself out of it. I think I learned my lesson this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113778341174964290?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113778341174964290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113778341174964290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113778341174964290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113778341174964290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy-morning.html' title='Crazy morning'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113469520142045798</id><published>2005-12-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:58:25.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa, Day four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0604.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/200/IMG_0604.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Secret Santa my Secret Santa gave to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Blockbuster gift card just for me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113469520142045798?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113469520142045798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113469520142045798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113469520142045798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113469520142045798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/12/secret-santa-day-four.html' title='Secret Santa, Day four'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113461605135665196</id><published>2005-12-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:08:50.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa, Day three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/200/IMG_0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the third day of Secret Santa my Secret Santa gave to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very cute snowman!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113461605135665196?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113461605135665196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113461605135665196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113461605135665196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113461605135665196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/12/secret-santa-day-three.html' title='Secret Santa, Day three'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113452469003733490</id><published>2005-12-13T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:44:50.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa, Day two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/200/IMG_0602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Secret Santa my Secret Santa gave to me...&lt;br /&gt;a gift card from Starbucks!!!&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/13124467-113452469003733490?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113452469003733490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113452469003733490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113452469003733490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113452469003733490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/12/secret-santa-day-two.html' title='Secret Santa, Day two'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113444952911997790</id><published>2005-12-12T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:57:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa, Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0686.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/200/IMG_0686.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the first day of Secret Santa my Secret Santa gave to me....&lt;br /&gt;a bag of Dove dark chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113444952911997790?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113444952911997790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113444952911997790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113444952911997790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113444952911997790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/12/secret-santa-day-one.html' title='Secret Santa, Day One'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-113080421494986809</id><published>2005-10-31T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T16:18:07.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot construction worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0698.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0698.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's go trick or treat!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113080421494986809?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113080421494986809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113080421494986809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113080421494986809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113080421494986809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/10/hot-construction-worker.html' title='Hot construction worker'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-113076346861511182</id><published>2005-10-31T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T05:02:05.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Zuriel! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-113076346861511182?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/113076346861511182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=113076346861511182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113076346861511182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/113076346861511182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112847181401697534</id><published>2005-10-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:49:44.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Days   Seven Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="475" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/6305213283.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't anyone tell me this movie sucked? Probably because no one in their right mind would watch it. Last Friday I was babysitting and after I put the child to bed I decided to watch a movie. This one was the only one in their collection that I hadn't seen. What a waste of time! Why did I not like this movie? Well let me tell you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get a straight woman turned lesbian to play the female lead. That is actually why I never watched the movie when it came out. I know they are actors but the acting sucked. The chemistry wasn't there between Anne Heches character and Harrison Fords character. Let me just say, Whatever! They are chased by modern day pirates after their plane crashes. Dumb! Her fiance in the movie played by David Schwimmer and Harrison Fords girlfriend sleep together while they are supposedly distraught about their significant others being missing. Please! Have some respect. The only thing good that happened in this movie was Anne Heches character and David Schwimmers character decide not to stay together because they obviously don't love each other that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might want to de-link me for blogging about this movie. Be my guest. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112847181401697534?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112847181401697534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112847181401697534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112847181401697534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112847181401697534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/10/six-days-seven-nights.html' title='Six Days   Seven Nights'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112838407843337924</id><published>2005-10-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:03:56.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite candies. Dove dark chocolate. On the inside of each wrapper is a promises message. This is the first time I have paid attention to them. Here are a few examples.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Flirting is mandatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile. People will wonder what you have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation is fun...giving in is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wink at someone driving past today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of messages are they trying to send?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112838407843337924?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112838407843337924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112838407843337924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112838407843337924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112838407843337924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/10/special-messages.html' title='Special messages'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112777742975865189</id><published>2005-09-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:33:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/Rya%20Jul%201984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/Rya%20Jul%201984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked my Step-Dad to e-mail me some picture of me when I was little. When I opened this one I was instantly reminded of how much I loved this baby doll. I carried her around everywhere in Germany my mother would let me. The most interesting thing about this baby is people would come up to me and ask how old the baby was. I would just show them the doll and they would realize it wasn't real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112777742975865189?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112777742975865189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112777742975865189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112777742975865189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112777742975865189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/baby-doll.html' title='Baby doll'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112777508231973112</id><published>2005-09-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:51:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do shoes talk?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting down with my friends today during some rare down time. I saw that one of my girls shoes had some writing on them and I wanted to know what they said. I asked her..." What do your shoes say? " . When I said this one of my boys came up to me and said..." Shoes don't say anything! They don't talk! ". I thought about his comment for a second. You know what? He's so right. Shoes don't talk. I was so consumed by this thought I forgot to look and see what the shoes said. I really want to know what those shoes say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112777508231973112?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112777508231973112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112777508231973112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112777508231973112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112777508231973112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-shoes-talk.html' title='Do shoes talk?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112687443405757925</id><published>2005-09-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:53:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired?</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it when people tell me I look tired. Maybe I am but why do people need to state the fact? I just don't understand what you accomplish by telling someone they look tired other then making them think they look like crap. I know it doesn't make me feel good. If you think someone looks tired please keep the comment to yourself for both your sakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112687443405757925?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112687443405757925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112687443405757925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112687443405757925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112687443405757925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112675085924603447</id><published>2005-09-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:22:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on brings on a question</title><content type='html'>I love the movie Bring it on. I watch it all the time. I've watched it three times already this week. Its one of those movies that I don't get tired of watching. It's fun, has some great lines, romance, hot girls and hot guys. If you haven't seen it I personally think your missing out.&lt;br /&gt;everything I watch it one thing bother me about the movie. Why is the vote for head cheerleader done on the first day of school taken by a girl that's already graduated? Shouldn't that happen at the end of the school year? When I watch it I try to work this question out. I never come up with a satisfactory answer. I guess I shouldn't be thinking anyway. It is just for entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112675085924603447?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112675085924603447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112675085924603447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112675085924603447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112675085924603447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/bring-it-on-brings-on-question.html' title='Bring it on brings on a question'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112664546978380869</id><published>2005-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:40:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonfly soup</title><content type='html'>On a Monday evening I called in an order to a favorite restaurant of mine. I'm not giving out names because I don't want any prejudices against this restaurant. I'm sure some of you will figure out what restaurant I'm talking about and never go there with me again. I'm ok with that. I ordered my typical order of fried rice and wanton soup. I picked up my order and went home to enjoy. I take out my soup and I notice on the inside of the lid there is something stuck there. I think wouldn't that really suck if there was a bug in my soup? This is not an usual thought for me. The thought crosses my mind a lot when I go out to eat. I take the lid off after deciding not to shake whatever it is into the soup. OH MY GOD! There is a dragonfly stuck to the lid of my soup! A completely intact DRAGONFLY! I stand there stunned for a few seconds and actually contemplate just eating my soup. Couldn't do it. I thought I can't let them get away with this. I call the restaurant and tell them about the dragonfly in my soup. The guy on the phone was very apologetic and tells me next time I come in he will give me free soup. I tell him I'm coming now and I want a new soup. I took the dragonfly soup with me to show him. He opened the soup and said " Your right. It is a dragonfly. ". I wanted to say " DUH! ". This will probably never happen to me again and I am thankful for that. I have been back to this restaurant twice since the dragonfly soup incident and have had no problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112664546978380869?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112664546978380869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112664546978380869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112664546978380869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112664546978380869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/dragonfly-soup.html' title='Dragonfly soup'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112663655764944810</id><published>2005-09-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:35:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>I am officially back online! I have been for about 20 minutes. I have been sitting here staring at my computer thinking... What now? What do I say? Have I lost my blogging ability? That would be so sad to me. I have been looking forward to this day for three weeks so, why has my mind gone blank? I think possibly its the pressure I put on myself. Oh well. I'll work through it. I'm back people!!!! Yay for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112663655764944810?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112663655764944810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112663655764944810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112663655764944810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112663655764944810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112240527409727250</id><published>2005-07-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:14:34.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>My internet is no longer working. I have limited access to the computer at work. I am going to take a leave of absence until I get my internet situation figured out. I will be back.....Promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112240527409727250?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112240527409727250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112240527409727250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112240527409727250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112240527409727250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112122325640811560</id><published>2005-07-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:57:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair dryer blues</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon I was drying my hair. I had barely gotten started and sparks flew everywhere and the dryer stopped. It was defiantly dead. I was faced with go through not only the day, church and Monday with no hair dryer or rush out and buy one. I hate my hair being wet when I go out in public. I have to at least dry my bangs. I stood in my bathroom staring at my now dead hair dryer contemplating this. I decided to buy one. I put my wet hair up and dash to the store. I picked one out quickly. This is unusual for me. I have a hard time making decisions. I have to see all my options, then decide. I still looked at all the hair dryers just really fast. I went home and finished my hair. I thought it did an okay job. Today, I don't like my new hair dryer. I want my old one back! There's no way its making a recovery. Do I keep my new hair dryer? Give it a chance or get a new &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; hair dryer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112122325640811560?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112122325640811560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112122325640811560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112122325640811560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112122325640811560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/hair-dryer-blues.html' title='Hair dryer blues'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112110710516649657</id><published>2005-07-11T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:10:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>I didn't get enough sleep on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;A teacher's out today&lt;br /&gt;When the craziness begins&lt;br /&gt;I have too many friends&lt;br /&gt;And the day never seems to end&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our nap today&lt;br /&gt;Please let me make it to Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112110710516649657?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112110710516649657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112110710516649657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112110710516649657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112110710516649657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112078475792132547</id><published>2005-07-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:07:22.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things are happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/1600/IMG_03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/1142/320/IMG_03191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet Gizmo has been doing strange things lately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been digging in the trash. He's probably looking for a yummy used tissue to chew on. Yuck! He chewed on my mascera. Thankfully it was the clear kind and it didn't come open. I don't even know how he got a hold of it in the first place. He tore up one of my beaded pontail holders. There were beads and wire all over the place. I sure hope he didn't swallow any of them. How did he get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is he doing all of this? When I'm on the computer. I think he's trying to tell me...." Mom, get off that stupid computer and spend some more time with me! ". Okay, okay! I get the hint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112078475792132547?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112078475792132547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112078475792132547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112078475792132547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112078475792132547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/strange-things-are-happening.html' title='Strange things are happening'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112061499961356706</id><published>2005-07-07T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:33:03.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing stuff</title><content type='html'>You ever spend forever looking for something? I do. I'll do it two or three times a week. Especially with clothing items and keys. The most recent was when I was getting dressed to run an errand. I wanted to wear a tank top. I couldn't find my strapless bra. I looked in all the usual places I would keep it. I just keep going back to all those places...drawer, laundry basket ( yes, the clean laundry ) , dryer and finally the washer. I'm so determined to find it. I'm not wearing something else. My mind is made up. I spend five minutes looking and find it in the laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys are the worst. You have to have keys to go anywhere and I'm usually in a rush to get out the door by that time. It can be very annoying and frustrating. I spend a lot of time just looking for things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112061499961356706?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112061499961356706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112061499961356706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112061499961356706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112061499961356706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-stuff.html' title='Missing stuff'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112060978896323846</id><published>2005-07-06T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:14:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glistening</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in my stinking hot apartment trying to save money on my electric bill. I'm wondering if its doing any good at all. I just got my electric bill and it went up ten dollars from last month. I feel like all my efforts have been wasted. Maybe I should say all my sweating. Oh that's right women don't sweat, we glisten. All my glistening has been wasted. I'm ready for the hot months to be over and the cheap electric bills to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112060978896323846?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112060978896323846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112060978896323846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112060978896323846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112060978896323846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/glistening.html' title='Glistening'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112045499040793977</id><published>2005-07-05T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T03:42:42.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break</title><content type='html'>On my weekly Monday movie night, my friend and I decided to get Chinese for dinner. Yum! It was my turn to go to my friends house. I gather up Gizmo and head over to pick her up to get our food. I clearly park in the take-out only parking. We get out and a man walks up to me and says, " Excuse me? Your not eating here are you? " He says this while he's gesturing to Giz in the car. I tell him, " No, we are picking up our food and will be right out. " We were in there at the most a minute. When we come out the mans little girl is barking at Giz. This is making Giz nuts. The man says " look like your dog and my daughter have made friends. ". I choose to ignore this remark. If he is so worried about my dog he should keep his daughter away from my car and my dog. I appreciated his concern but, I wanted to tell him to mind his own business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112045499040793977?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112045499040793977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112045499040793977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112045499040793977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112045499040793977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-112048523126599288</id><published>2005-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T07:01:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/5941/640/GBA2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="216" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/5941/320/GBA2181.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Fourth of July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112048523126599288?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112048523126599288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112048523126599288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112048523126599288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112048523126599288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112026630527640842</id><published>2005-07-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:06:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usher and Napoleon Dynamite?</title><content type='html'>If you liked Napoleon Dynamite, you'll probably like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.collegehumor.com/media/movies/usher-yeah-ft73637.wmv"&gt;Download usher-yeah-ft73637.wmv (10.9 meg).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112026630527640842?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112026630527640842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112026630527640842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112026630527640842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112026630527640842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/07/usher-and-napoleon-dynamite.html' title='Usher and Napoleon Dynamite?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112017957724688621</id><published>2005-06-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:28:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Bike Parade</title><content type='html'>Every year in celebration of the Fourth of July, my school has a bike parade. The children bring their bikes to school all decorated. This creates confusion for my little ones. They don't want to leave their bikes outside in the parking lot. They want to ride it now and they're going to have a fit because they can't. At 9:30 I take my class out to the parking lot, along with other Level one classes ( 18 months to 2 years old ) and Level two ( 2 to 3 years old ). This is what the scene looks like.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking lot has been blocked off and volunteers and a police officer have been strategically placed to keep the children from roaming. Level 3 ( 3 to 4 years old ) and Level 4 ( 4 to 5 years old ) are sitting on the island in the parking lot watching. Schoolers are running a watermelon, lemonade and a first aid stand. There are parents everywhere with their children. Basically its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I take my class outside, help them find their bikes or parents whichever comes first. This year I was lucky, I had three friends. That's right, only three friends all day long! One of my friends is with his mom. No need to worry about him. I have two girls to watch. I get them on their bikes and we are off to parade. I had the two slowest riders in the world. One stops every few pushes of her feet and stops. I have to keep encouraging her to go. The other one is all over the place. I have to keep putting her back on track. We did one lap and I was ready to be done. It tooks about ten minutes to do one lap! On the second lap one of the girls mom shows up. I'm like " Yes! Only one to parade around! " . After a few words to the mother we take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little charge sees her sister, gets excited and takes off in the wrong direction at full speed. I have to chase her down and turn her around. She decides she wants none of it and insists on going the other way. I try to persuade her to get off the bike and get lemonade. Who am I kidding! A 20 month old chosing a bike or lemonade. What do you think she's going to pick? That's right....The bike. Luckily she sees her sister get off her bike and she gets off too. We get lemonade and sit in the shade to enjoy. Did I fail to mention I'm hot and sweaty during all of this? Yuck! My little boy is sitting with us ( mom brought him over ). We are all content for a few minutes. Then I realize mom has left him so we had better go in before he realizes it. As we are on our way inside he indeed realizes his mom is gone. He cries all the way to our room. Poor guy. I finally get him calmed down and our day back to normal. All I can think is " Thank you for letting that be over. ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened in half an hour. You know what I remember about the five bike parades I've done? Being hot and sweaty, chaous and crying children. Is this thing supposed to be fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112017957724688621?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112017957724688621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112017957724688621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112017957724688621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112017957724688621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/annual-bike-parade.html' title='Annual Bike Parade'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-112009721556877537</id><published>2005-06-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:06:55.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every single day?</title><content type='html'>Why we ( By we I mean women ) have so much to do to get ready for our day? Why can't we basically roll out of bed, shower and be done? I know we could but, we get criticized for it. For example " Why don't you ever wear your hair down? ". I was once told by someone I dated " I think your hair is cute that way but, I really want to see it down again. " I was wearing a ponytail that day. My thought was....Okay, you want to come do my hair for me everyday?. You could hire a professional to do it for me. Maybe, I want to get some extra sleep! If you don't wear make-up, " You look tired today. ". This one makes me want to scream. So basically your telling me I don't look good unless I wear make-up? Why should I feel like I can't go anywhere unless I " Have my face on? ". Don't get me wrong, I like make-up, I like it when my hair is fixed. It makes me feel good but, why do I have to feel like it necessary &lt;strong&gt;every single day&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say I do have a friend that this does not apply to. She looks beautiful everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-112009721556877537?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/112009721556877537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=112009721556877537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112009721556877537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/112009721556877537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/every-single-day.html' title='Every single day?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111980336807160413</id><published>2005-06-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:20:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car cleanliness</title><content type='html'>Today I got in my car and thought " Why can I not keep my car clean? ". I don't mean the exterior. I'm talking about the interior. I'll clean it out and the next time I get in it its a mess! Most of the time I ignore it. Today it really bothered me. I have even spent forty dollars to have it washed and the interior cleaned. When I had it done I thought " This will make me keep my car clean. Look how much money I just spent. ". Yeah right. That lasted a week. The really sad part is I have a car wash in my apartment complex. I can it see outside my window. I know I'm not the only one out there with this problem. A lot of my girlfriends are the same way. I'm ready to address the problem. The question is......Will I be able to keep up with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111980336807160413?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111980336807160413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111980336807160413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111980336807160413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111980336807160413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/car-cleanliness.html' title='Car cleanliness'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111993304604728731</id><published>2005-06-27T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:31:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnolia</title><content type='html'>I finally watched Magnolia. I am scared. Please don't let it &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; rain frogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111993304604728731?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111993304604728731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111993304604728731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111993304604728731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111993304604728731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/magnolia.html' title='Magnolia'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111980476540373871</id><published>2005-06-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:20:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix me</title><content type='html'>Here are some lyrics that really hit home with me.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you love someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it goes to waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;........Will someone try to fix me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111980476540373871?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111980476540373871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111980476540373871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111980476540373871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111980476540373871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/fix-me_27.html' title='Fix me'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111957493819248966</id><published>2005-06-26T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:45:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind words go a long way</title><content type='html'>One day last week I was a little frustrated with another teachers friend, when a parent came out to the playground. She must have seen the frustration on my face. I do tend to wear my emotions on me sleeve. She said " You know you do a good job. You really do. ". Her comment made me forget my frustration, smile and say " Thank you. ". Its amazing how one small comment can turn your mood and your day around. If we all said one nice thing to each other everyday, imagine how much better we would all feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111957493819248966?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111957493819248966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111957493819248966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111957493819248966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111957493819248966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/kind-words-go-long-way.html' title='Kind words go a long way'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111958678085617308</id><published>2005-06-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:54:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Spurs!!</title><content type='html'>All this Spurs fan can say is.....................&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE SPURS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;My Spurs have done it again! Three tiltles in seven years. Yeah baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111958678085617308?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111958678085617308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111958678085617308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111958678085617308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111958678085617308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-spurs.html' title='Go Spurs!!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111957758103224427</id><published>2005-06-23T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:48:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much coffee</title><content type='html'>This morning I stopped and got my friend and I coffee from starbucks before work. I hadn't been in a couple weeks. I was feeling the need for lots of coffee. I got a venti cafe' mocha . No fat free, sugar free, skim milk, no whip for me. No fussing, just give it to me! I arrive at work anticipating my coffee and the happy look on my friends face. Instead I get a look of shock. She tells me that not only did she bring coffee from home, this is not unusual for her, but our director has brought her coffee too. My director informs she brought me one also and a doughnut. Ok, I can handle this. Its not like I haven't had two cups of coffee in the morning. I say thank you and move on. When I'm bringing my friends inside for snack a parent comes out with two frappuchinos. One for me and one for my friend. I've already finished my starbucks by then. So, I take it happily and enjoy. Here comes the problem. One cup of coffee makes me act like a cheerleader on speed. My friend can always tell when I've had coffee. It makes me talk a mile a minute and I'm full of energy. I know hard to imagine. Its true! My coffee high takes me all the way through lunch. I've never had that happen before. I was ready for it to be over and my heartbeat to return to normal. I think why do I drink coffee? Look what it does to me. Do you think that stops me? Nope. Do you think I'll switch to decaf? Nope, don't see the point. I'll happily drink my next cup of coffee and do it all over again. What I won't do again is have too much coffee. Small doses for me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111957758103224427?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111957758103224427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111957758103224427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111957758103224427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111957758103224427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-much-coffee.html' title='Too much coffee'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111949888101818130</id><published>2005-06-22T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:53:28.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Walking back to my apartment from getting my mail I heard someone playing coldplay in their car. They had their windows rolled down and the sound turned up. It made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111949888101818130?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111949888101818130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111949888101818130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111949888101818130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111949888101818130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111923753892702594</id><published>2005-06-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:05:28.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we still in Junior High?</title><content type='html'>I went to the Pool on Saturday. This is what I noticed..........Girls laying out on lounge chairs and guys talking to other guys or playing in the water with other guys. It reminded me of Junior high, when you have your first dance and the girls are on one side of the gym and the boys are on the other. I saw one guy,&lt;strong&gt; ONE&lt;/strong&gt; talk to a girl. There had to be 100 or more people there. Those are not good odds. Have a little courage guys. A girl is not going to bite you. The worst she could say is leave me alone or no.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I noticed was the girls wearing diamond necklaces or big hoop earrings. This is the pool. Not really an appropriate time to wear your jewlery. Unless you really want a funky tan line. It makes it seem like they were trying too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111923753892702594?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111923753892702594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111923753892702594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111923753892702594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111923753892702594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/are-we-still-in-junior-high.html' title='Are we still in Junior High?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111905129311259137</id><published>2005-06-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:38:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem in honor of Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Walk a little slower Daddy " said a child so small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I'm following in your footsteps, and don't want to fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they're hard to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So walk a little slower Daddy for you are leading me. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111905129311259137?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111905129311259137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111905129311259137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111905129311259137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111905129311259137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111905085155885143</id><published>2005-06-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:51:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contract Day</title><content type='html'>Today was contract day. A day that has brought me stress for the fourth year in a row. Every year in June the owner of my school issues contracts. You either get one or you don't. If you don't get one you don't have a job. I received a contract. Thank goodness. I'm also a little sad about contract time this year. I have made a lot of new friends this school year and most of them are leaving. They are off to seek new adventures. I wish them all good luck. I know I can keep in touch with them but, it won't be the same. I'll miss seeing and talking to them everyday. I'm pretty sure my partner in crime is staying too. That would be awesome! She makes my days so much better and interesting. Who knows, I might make some more new friends. There's always room for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111905085155885143?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111905085155885143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111905085155885143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111905085155885143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111905085155885143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/contract-day.html' title='Contract Day'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111883644008711418</id><published>2005-06-15T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:34:15.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing rats!</title><content type='html'>About three and half years ago the apts next door to my center were shut down due to black mold. They have just now started remodeling the apts. My coworkers and I have had the discussion about what would be run out of there. We have officially seen two rats and a mouse. So now every time I see a squirrel I freak thinking its a rat! I'm not typically the squeamish type but, there is something about rats that ook me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111883644008711418?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111883644008711418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111883644008711418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111883644008711418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111883644008711418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/seeing-rats.html' title='Seeing rats!'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111872112371691918</id><published>2005-06-13T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:52:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of you out there have not been to pleased with Coldplays new CD. I think it is awesome. I know I'm not the only one out there. I purchased their CD on Sunday and have not stopped listening to it since. I have even risked getting caught at work to listen. If I can listen to a whole CD days on end, in my opinion, they are GREAT. I don't really understand the whole stink. Please tell me so I'm not in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111872112371691918?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111872112371691918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111872112371691918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111872112371691918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111872112371691918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111818719746734701</id><published>2005-06-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:51:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily doody</title><content type='html'>This is something that happens to me on a daily basis at work. I know its going to happen but it doesn't make it any less frustrating. It happens after our afternoon snack. This little cutie below is my biggest culprit. This is how it goes........I change diapers like a million times a day, at least it feels that way. keep in mind all my friends are two or almost two. I change them all, let them sit on and/or stand at the potty. The second I'm done with the very last one, this sweet faced little girl walks up to me holding her bottom and says " Mia? Poo poo. ". Mia is whats she calls me since she can't say my name yet. I really like it. I'm going to let her keep calling me Mia. Anyway, my response is either a noise of frustration or " You JUST sat on the potty! ". Now I know that it is normal for a child to poop after you change them. It has something to do with not wanting to go in a wet diaper or maybe it s something to do with having a clean diaper put on. I can't even remember the exact reason anymore! I still don't understand why they just can't get it all over in one go instead of making me change twelve diapers instead of six. By the time I'm done I've spent forty-five minutes doing diaper duty. The funniest part is when I look around the room and see six little angels in their little space with red faces. All I can think is great, Here we go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111818719746734701?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111818719746734701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111818719746734701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111818719746734701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111818719746734701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/daily-doody.html' title='Daily doody'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111789565883512688</id><published>2005-06-04T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:07:54.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is leaving home</title><content type='html'>This morning I feel just like it looks outside. Sad and gloomy. Cowboy is leaving me today. For those of you who don't know me well, Cowboy is my dog. He is a Border Collie mix. He's not huge but not little either. Cowboy loves to be outside and being in an apartment does not allow for a lot of outside time. Being the mom that I am I have decided Cowboy is to stay with my mom. She loves him, he loves her and there is big back yard for him to play in. All perfectly good reasons for him to go. The other side of me wants to keep him here so I can see his sweet face everyday. I know going to my moms is best. I have packed his things, he has lots of things to pack. I spoil my babies. So I'm sitting here waiting for his ride to San Antonio and trying hard not to cry. This is a battle I don't think I'm going to win. Its hard doing the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111789565883512688?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111789565883512688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111789565883512688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111789565883512688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111789565883512688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-baby-is-leaving-home.html' title='My baby is leaving home'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111789728399952413</id><published>2005-06-04T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:40:20.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/5941/640/IMG_00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/5941/320/IMG_00964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cowboy &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111789728399952413?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111789728399952413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111789728399952413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111789728399952413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111789728399952413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/cowboy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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-13124467.post-111787250481828054</id><published>2005-06-04T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:12:16.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which side would you rather be on?</title><content type='html'>I was married for four years, we dated for four years before that. In all it was a good relationship. There are some things I look back on and wish I could change. Something went wrong along the way. I swore to myself I would never let my marriage go bad. I kept up my end . He let his end waver and here I am starting my life over again. Its been a rough road. I've learned a lot about myself. I know now that I'm a strong person and I CAN take care of myself. So, I find myself out in the dating world. Let me just say what a scary place that is. I'm getting to the point, I swear! I meet a really nice guy, I wasn't expecting anything to come of it. We were just friends. Somewhere along the way that changed and we began dating. My thought is why not go for it. You never know where life will lead you. We had fun hanging out. I started to get the feeling things changed for him. I freaked out a little. I decided to ride it out and see what happened. Oh how I hate it when I'm right sometimes. Do you ever see something coming from a mile away but just can't seem to except its happening? That's me. Like a deer caught in the headlights. I still stand there mesmerized by those beautiful lights every single time. Then WHAM, Its all over. So here is the question.....Would you rather be on the side telling someone its over or being the one hearing it? When you are the on telling, though it hurts you there has to be some kind of relief. Being on the end hearing it, the pain can stay longer and you are baffled. I think I would much rather be on the telling side, being on the hearing side quite often. Then I think that's what happens when you put your heart out there in someone else's hands and hope they don't crush it. That's part of life. I will overcome like so many things in my life. Just one more bump in the road. I will continue to put my heart out there. If your not willing to take a risk you might miss out on something wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111787250481828054?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111787250481828054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111787250481828054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111787250481828054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111787250481828054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-side-would-you-rather-be-on.html' title='Which side would you rather be on?'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111774004368869911</id><published>2005-06-02T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:42:03.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Today I learned that my favorite tv show Joan of Arcadia is cancelled! I am very saddened by this. I for one do not watch a lot of tv and when I find a show I like, I watch whole heartedly. I love Amber Tamblyns character Joan. She is a VERY reluctant servant of God. She is constantly questioning God's work through her. Just another show that I enjoyed GONE! Case in point....My So Called Life! I am hoping for a miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111774004368869911?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111774004368869911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111774004368869911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111774004368869911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111774004368869911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13124467.post-111689473407472184</id><published>2005-05-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:42:59.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blonde moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a good one! Monday morning I was walking the dogs. We were all standing on an island that had grass and trees. Cowboy is sniffing the trees and Gizmo is just standing there looking lost. His _expression is like he doesn't know what to do next. Sometimes I wonder about him! Out of no where I hear this hissing sound. I am totally confused. I look up in the tree thinking whats up there? Then it hits me.....Oh No! The sprinklers are coming on. The heads pop up at the same time I'm realizing this. I run off the island, screaming at Cowboy to come out and dragging poor Gizmo and laughing all at the same time. I like multi-tasking in my own way. I did get a little wet. I didn't care. I thought it was hilarious! I'm sure anyone else who witnessed this was laughing too!. Another moment when I am happy to be a blond!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13124467-111689473407472184?l=skinnyrya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/feeds/111689473407472184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13124467&amp;postID=111689473407472184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111689473407472184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13124467/posts/default/111689473407472184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyrya.blogspot.com/2005/05/blonde-moment.html' title='A blonde moment'/><author><name>Rya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030574390394057552</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></feed>
