<?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-8967561126605674169</id><updated>2011-08-12T08:51:36.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from the Junior Swiss Miss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-180371277176288719</id><published>2011-03-31T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:55:01.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be patient...God isn't finished with me yet...</title><content type='html'>The title of this post comes from a pillow my mom needlepointed for me when I was a baby.  Ironically, I don't think she ever finished the needlepoint...which brings me to my purpose for writing tonight.  Sometimes I get impatient and want to feel "accomplished" in work, in family, in projects.  But what does accomplished mean?  Does it mean finished?  Does it mean you stop there? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly hope that is never what it means for me.  I am slowly realizing that that is one of the purposes God builds into us - to always grow, keep changing, keep learning.  There is never an "arrival".  But strangely there can be rest and peace in moving forward and restless turmoil in standing still when you shouldn't be.  I guess this will be a short post for tonight but this topic has been on my mind and I at least wanted to start to write about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-180371277176288719?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/180371277176288719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=180371277176288719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/180371277176288719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/180371277176288719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-be-patientgod-isnt-finished-with.html' title='Please be patient...God isn&apos;t finished with me yet...'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-8070382823052383006</id><published>2010-11-14T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:18:31.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He was quiet, like snow falling on a dark winter night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;But the twinkle in his eye revealed his soul filled with light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Deliberate, he never said what didn't need saying;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;what he did say caused smiles, relaxing and staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Patient, the man did not hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The right words would come, he did not worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;His days were filled with chores - he called it puttering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Listen as carefully as you could, you'd never hear him muttering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He repaired, he helped, raked, planted and mowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The tasks he did for others, that's how his love showed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He had goods to sell, but sometimes he just gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;His generosity during The Depression was some folks' big save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;His jokes and stories supplemented his wares at the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;If you listened long enough, you'd want to hear more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He moved in his own time with the needs of others as his gauge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Only when you understood the story, that's when he'd turn the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Arthritis crippled his joints, but he wasn't moved by the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He stayed silent, but passed on that his joints said it might rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289790236_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;patience is a virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289790236_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; had more than his share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289790236_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;hard to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; to a man so rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;But now the time has come, Grandpa has moved on from this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I can't deny that I'm happy that he's again with his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I knew I'd have to face this great loss one day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I didn't know it would hurt this much but I'm glad he's on his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;His joints were hurting too much, he couldn't garden anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;His eyesight was failing, he couldn't help, he couldn't putter, everything was too sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;But now he's all healed, his fingers straight and nothing hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I bet one of the first things he did was button one of his shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's in heaven with God, and not a second too late - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;To greet his wife of 67 years, his other half, his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1289790236_4" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom- "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond, 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-8070382823052383006?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8070382823052383006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=8070382823052383006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8070382823052383006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8070382823052383006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandpas-poem.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-8187703830035034037</id><published>2010-09-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:53:19.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon and Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hi to anyone who might be out there! I haven't posted in so long but just thought I'd write more in case anyone is still around :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm a little nervous for my first full marathon ever which will be Oct 9th.  I've been doing long runs on the weekend and I know I can do it - just don't know how fast I'll be.  As you can see below I am running to help raise money for Tails of Courage.  My best friend started this nonprofit and she and other volunteers have made so many people and dogs happy by finding the right match and loving homes for dogs that are in danger of being put to sleep.  You can click on the chip in below if you care to donate, it is tax deductible. The picture is Caroline, a rescue dog who was adopted to a wonderful home.  She even has her own car seat now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Its been so long since I checked in I don't know where to begin. I finished law school in 2008 and have continued working in the same court in a different position.  It has enabled me to get more involved with volunteering at a nursing home and to run longer races.  B is doing great at his job and we are enjoying the early fall activities!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello again to everyone and I hope you have had a blessed year, have a wonderful evening!&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/8967561126605674169-8187703830035034037?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8187703830035034037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=8187703830035034037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8187703830035034037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8187703830035034037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2010/09/marathon-and-catching-up.html' title='Marathon and Catching Up'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-4915773398298280910</id><published>2010-09-15T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:43:50.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running for Tails of Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am running the Hartford ING Marathon October 9th to collect donations for Tails of Courage! If you would like to donate, please click the link below.  Keep reading for more details about Tails of Courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/79a404b44aecaeab"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="event_title" value="Monica%27s%20Running"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.chipin.com/widget/id/79a404b44aecaeab" flashvars="event_title=Monica%27s%20Running" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;  vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;  vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/TJaP1HnoVmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6CJ3LyfvE-E/s320/Caroline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518756536130229858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tails of Courage is a non-profit animal rescue organization committed to rescuing dogs from shelters.  They are entirely funded by donations and depend on volunteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;  vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They do not have a shelter or boarding facility, but instead rely upon foster homes to shelter and nurture the dogs until a loving home is found.  They are always happy to answer any questions about adopting a new pet and will gladly provide any support people may need throughout the adoption process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;  vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In addition, each animal is tested, and upon meeting a series of criteria may be chosen for training as a therapy dog for a Soldier at no cost to the military member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit;  vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Their organization evaluates, tests, trains, qualifies and assists therapy dog/handler teams in order to provide loving, nurturing and compassionate visitation in nursing homes, hospitals and psychiatric facilities and other locations where emotional support dogs are needed for America's active and veteran military.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-size:12px;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/8967561126605674169-4915773398298280910?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4915773398298280910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=4915773398298280910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4915773398298280910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4915773398298280910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-for-tails-of-courage.html' title='Running for Tails of Courage'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/TJaP1HnoVmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6CJ3LyfvE-E/s72-c/Caroline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-3814874061501362211</id><published>2009-02-12T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:32:09.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Double Bridge Run and Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Spring is just around the corner - I feel it, despite the fact that the wind sounds like banshees gliding through the trees in our yard. Just wanted to post that I'm still alive! Been trying to keep up with job applications and just fell into a slump with not posting. Ever notice that even though February is such a short month the winter storms make it feel the longest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have the day off today and I'm going to my Grandma's for lunch, gonna make her some Chicken Marsala that she loves so this will probably be a rushed, very noncreative post. B has been away at training so my hermit self needs to get my butt in gear and stop staying home so much. I do have some pictures from Christmas again (never too late right?), the Pensacola Double Bridge Run. I met my friend Sara in Pensacola this past weekend for the run, its a 15k - its such a great time of year to do this run because it was about 70 degrees there and this is about the time I want to have a throwdown with old man winter if I have to get frostbite on my hands cleaning the inches of snow off my car one more time. So it was great to go outside without a coat and actually put my feet in the water. And it was so good to see Sara, in my old age I'm appreciating more and more the value of those close friends that you can trust with anything and that are like family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301932740578756962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SZQ_vJk1yWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/a8FpoS6wv0g/s320/Imported+Photos+00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301932742545192546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SZQ_vQ5rNmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NVnEoXpi4_s/s320/Imported+Photos+00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301932745025849618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SZQ_vaJHCRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mG0q_H1XenM/s320/Imported+Photos+00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm off to make Chicken Marsala for Grandma!  Have a blessed day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-3814874061501362211?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3814874061501362211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=3814874061501362211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3814874061501362211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3814874061501362211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-double-bridge-run-and.html' title='Christmas, Double Bridge Run and Catching Up'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SZQ_vJk1yWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/a8FpoS6wv0g/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-9092439011211424968</id><published>2008-12-07T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:58:32.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas decorating with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;This is a quick post to get some more pictures up. B and I spend the evening tree-decorating and gingerbread house making with friends.  Uh, as you can see, the men were extremely happy about the tree:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247972895741506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/STyNEkAZ1kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GZcGAV0CHF4/s320/Lawler+Tree+Decorating4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277247963910553218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/STyNECiKvoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HYtZNI-kGSY/s320/Lawler+Tree+Decorating3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-9092439011211424968?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9092439011211424968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=9092439011211424968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9092439011211424968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9092439011211424968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decorating-with-friends.html' title='Christmas decorating with friends'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/STyNEkAZ1kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/GZcGAV0CHF4/s72-c/Lawler+Tree+Decorating4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-4977165310560538839</id><published>2008-11-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:31:09.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Well, the dramatic results period is over - I passed the NY Bar too! Whew! I think the biggest impression I've felt is thankfulness that I never have to study for either Bar again and that all that time wasn't wasted. I hope to catch up on blogs and commenting - I have lots of reading to do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Now, on to -- what? I don't know, but here are some pictures from our trip to the city on Veteran's Day. We seem to be on a cycle - I think I posted pictures from the city around this time last year. I hope everyone is doing well and I will be writing something more interesting soon; just wanted to post these pictures and the Bar news! (Best quote of the day from B while in NY, at a fancy italian clothing store (after the pretentious but friendly saleswoman just alerted us to the fact that yes, the $5,000 suits are indeed on sale for a measly $3,000 to $4,000 here's B- - "I can't take it...between the smell (there was what must have been toxic amounts of fancy cologne wafting around every corner), the french rock and the retarded clothes, I have to get the F out of here.") I know, I don't swear but somehow the quote just isn't as funny if its not the exact words.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268918431893188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR71ZduAcNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bEv8svNa0jE/s320/P1010571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268918432238969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR71ZfAcoSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Qy0VwiE_VQ8/s320/P1010563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917577222742802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR70nt0sYxI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DroO-VRBo78/s320/P1010573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917565653473138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR70nCuXV3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/YpORBYh7OV8/s320/P1010559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268916732257657858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR7z2iFUZAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/KEVIr0xGLNI/s320/P1010555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917571941652994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR70naJlWgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lzY0_tmiGnc/s320/P1010558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917541247329170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR70lnzfI5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/zpP4Jr8zmfc/s320/P1010556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268917555894348626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR70meXm61I/AAAAAAAAAWo/j5sJLW5H_w4/s320/P1010557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-4977165310560538839?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4977165310560538839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=4977165310560538839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4977165310560538839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4977165310560538839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SR71ZduAcNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bEv8svNa0jE/s72-c/P1010571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-2487938178765729848</id><published>2008-10-27T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:12:29.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting sworn in</title><content type='html'>Could it be?  I'm finally considered an attorney!  Happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262006111128855826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmrcPFJRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FfGFrWT3VHs/s320/bar+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmrsWCDFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xb1z2JchCGQ/s1600-h/bar+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262006115452980306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmrsWCDFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xb1z2JchCGQ/s320/bar+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmqxzFKQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RAM37hIXAu8/s1600-h/bar+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262006099737127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmqxzFKQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RAM37hIXAu8/s320/bar+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-2487938178765729848?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2487938178765729848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2487938178765729848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2487938178765729848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2487938178765729848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-sworn-in.html' title='Getting sworn in'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQZmrcPFJRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FfGFrWT3VHs/s72-c/bar+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-1097412330133088438</id><published>2008-10-27T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:16:36.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now that is a costume:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWv5D7KfrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rLjOtBkX2Eg/s1600-h/halloween+2008002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261805134493154994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWv5D7KfrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rLjOtBkX2Eg/s320/halloween+2008002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261805730695078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWwbw8x5CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TQ3cs6-78G0/s320/halloween+2008004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261805750014177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWwc46z8kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pkK57zbT7Gs/s320/halloween+2008009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261805764884644706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWwdwUNQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/iFxJ_7eeTo8/s320/halloween+2008010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261805773881169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWweR1JVzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9LHZdyo2AYY/s320/halloween+2008014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-1097412330133088438?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1097412330133088438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=1097412330133088438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1097412330133088438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1097412330133088438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoah.html' title='Whoah...'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SQWv5D7KfrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rLjOtBkX2Eg/s72-c/halloween+2008002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-9213888288385405774</id><published>2008-10-10T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:54:42.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can happily report that I passed the Bar...and more importantly B is home for good!! WOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.  I must say it has been a happy day and now there is a 3 day weekend, what more could I ask?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-9213888288385405774?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9213888288385405774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=9213888288385405774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9213888288385405774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9213888288385405774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/results.html' title='The Results'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-3844567149819710979</id><published>2008-10-09T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:53:54.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here It Is...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, the day has arrived. Tommorrow I find out if I passed the Connecticut Bar exam, and, much more importantly - B returns home from training for good! I can't wait (for B) but can't help feeling nervous about the Bar. I need to rest on that scripture - "faith is the substance of things hoped for". Even writing that I am reminded how far askew my priorities fall sometimes. The way it is easier to get to church or find time to pray when there is something I am worried about, and how easy it is to get wrapped up in selfish things during my free time now that I'm done with school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That being said, I find myself wondering lately what exactly "It" is - passing the Bar? Finding that job that you were made to do? I just don't know. If it isn't obvious I have felt restless about the area that is my job lately. I'll be checking in again about that soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On a random note and sort of following in Brittny's line of thought about her 8 cookies - I have been eating almond and peanut butter like crazy, like, spoonfuls of it by itself every night.  Weird huh?  I must just be nuts....OK, OK, sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Welcome home B! It has been too long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-3844567149819710979?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3844567149819710979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=3844567149819710979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3844567149819710979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3844567149819710979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-here-it-is.html' title='And Here It Is...........'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-7996102145158603740</id><published>2008-09-25T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:23:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trish's lovely post about her and Lee's anniversary got me thinking and wishing....B is still not home and our anniversary is this Sunday. 5 whole years of being with your best friend, that's a blessing not many people receive. These several months of being here on my own have helped me to realize how I make some things like alone time way too important. I'm so happy that my other half will be returning soon and that empty spot will be full again....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So there's just no way to keep this post from turning into a mushy meltdown, and I'm not apologizing. There have been lots of schooling, lots of different job positions and experiences prancing through both of our lives. But I realize as I sit here tonight how our marriage is a pillar of strength in my life. When I get too hermit-like (which I often do), B is there to liven things up and encourage (eeekk!) socializing. When I am taking something too seriously he is there to help me see it in another light, give encouragement or just make me laugh about the situation. If we need a quiet day together, we have our Sunday afternoon rides around town - just being together. And best of all...he helps me do pull-ups...OK, just kidding about that last one (he does help me but I suppose that's not why our marriage is a pillar of strength)...(and my arms HAVE gone from spaghetti to angel hair in the months he's been gone)...but I digress. B, I love you very much, and I'm so glad we are married, Happy early Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250118407975342370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwq4DAcESI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9yCHPHTzr2A/s320/Brian+and+Monica+Wedding+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250113976126024674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwm2FFOK-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/D-TJcS5mtrw/s320/Brian+and+Monica+Wedding+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250113627276123090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwmhxg7G9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xUTq5XcE71g/s320/Brian+and+Monica+Wedding+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250113446594118658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwmXQa-hAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OYrELNxLE4M/s320/Brian+and+Monica+Wedding+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts. Rest assured this troubador is acting on His part. The union of your spirits here has caused Him to remain, for whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name, There is love. There is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250116231717244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwo5X0EzNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/I1YzWMO50tw/s320/dove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-7996102145158603740?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7996102145158603740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=7996102145158603740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7996102145158603740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7996102145158603740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/anniversary-blues.html' title='Anniversary Blues'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SNwq4DAcESI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9yCHPHTzr2A/s72-c/Brian+and+Monica+Wedding+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-7177410524102921376</id><published>2008-09-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:22:02.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting B!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my visit with B in Florida. It was so good to see him - it has been 2 months! Amazing how much a spouse becomes part of you and part of your life, I feel like half of me is missing while he is gone. In a way it made me more sad to visit because I was reminded of all the little things I miss about B, how much we laugh together, how I don't care about anything else when we are hanging out. But I will write more later, I want to get some pictures up since my internet has been acting up lately.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416914574536210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8EYxjQ7hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G1Ts8uGjxpA/s320/Jacksonville028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416921804989810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8EZMfI5XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OkB6WJMpU08/s320/Jacksonville032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416576174096370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8EFE6T__I/AAAAAAAAAPA/oi6F9WUOnZU/s320/Jacksonville029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415813437879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8DYrf09EI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lJ4xr2STIzY/s320/Jacksonville027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415540630573890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8DIzNf00I/AAAAAAAAAOw/yBqIKdklDhM/s320/Jacksonville002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415253074621234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8C4D-0MzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OFb6lm6yqWE/s320/Jacksonville038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414939810948450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8Cl0-75WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dL0gL2ZDC8A/s320/Jacksonville017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414545232306834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8CO3EDopI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sSmET3N-MgQ/s320/Jacksonville010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414286442531186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8B_y_xCXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3H6KFRzoSEg/s320/Jacksonville033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413855455993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8BmtckX6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Xumh-eYs2TQ/s320/Jacksonville023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is probably not gonna like that I put this one up but I don't care! I think he looks great! Woo hoo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413525227212130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8BTfP5DWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I83uhE0SHV4/s320/Jacksonville001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-7177410524102921376?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7177410524102921376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=7177410524102921376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7177410524102921376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7177410524102921376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/visiting-b.html' title='Visiting B!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SM8EYxjQ7hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/G1Ts8uGjxpA/s72-c/Jacksonville028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-2613384645339173574</id><published>2008-09-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:36:05.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont and Lack of B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I tried not to let a month slip by without updating. But I didn't have too much to write about after the Bar. B left to go to a 3 month training out of state for his new federal job and I've been here on my own. I don't like it! I don't do well trying to develop my own routine I'm finding and of course I miss B. I've been working out too much and watching too much TV and not getting anything done. Isn't that always the way? You promise yourself you will accomplish all of these things "when". In my case, "when the Bar is over"; "when I finish all this studying". Let's just say the accomplishment standard has been set extremely low - I get excited when I do a load of laundry and actually fold it. I even got giddy the other day when I returned a bunch of cans in our basement that have been waiting to be recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there was some fun this month - I went to Vermont to visit my family with my folks. It was kind of like being a teenager again, driving up with Dad, eating dinner with them every night. I was very thankful to spend some time with my Dad. He is very quiet but he's someone that has a lot to say when you're on a one to one basis, so it was really fun sitting and talking to him after dinner at night, or just being in the same room together while we read our books. Every once in awhile a chuckle would happen, then "what?" then more conversation :) I know, we are a thrill a minute. But I don't care, I think that quiet nature is ingrained in me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of my cousin Brett - the closest I have to a brother in addition to my brothers in law and 2 other cousins :) - here are some pictures of me, Brett and my Aunt Connie - so glad I got to see them. (I didn't have my camera so there are no pictures of my parents unless my Dad sends me some).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244200409324750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMckfMDChyI/AAAAAAAAANw/AquWWTlQ3H4/s320/Brett+Monica+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244199059720847874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMcjQoYZQgI/AAAAAAAAANo/_O-Nn9u51G4/s320/Connie+Brett+Monica.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And look out - I gave waterskiing a go (I think I was in high school the last time I attempted this). If the pictures were closer you would be able to note the strained smile on my face - I was desperately trying not to exhibit the panic I was feeling when a wave came. Mercifully, Brett did not take a picture of me skiing on my face (at least I don't think he did - hmmm, I better find his blog!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMcfF__qWSI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sceg10O5J4c/s1600-h/waterski+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244194479034489122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMcfF__qWSI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sceg10O5J4c/s320/waterski+close.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMcevYj2tLI/AAAAAAAAANY/5srO-JPxqYE/s1600-h/waterski.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244194090491753650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMcevYj2tLI/AAAAAAAAANY/5srO-JPxqYE/s320/waterski.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, guess that's about all for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope everyone is well - I keep reading updates, I've just been bad about commenting (like I said, the whole "when this, when that" syndrome is in full effect as far as doing anything constructive). Everyone be blessed and have a wonderful and peaceful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-2613384645339173574?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2613384645339173574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2613384645339173574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2613384645339173574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2613384645339173574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/vermont-and-lack-of-b.html' title='Vermont and Lack of B'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SMckfMDChyI/AAAAAAAAANw/AquWWTlQ3H4/s72-c/Brett+Monica+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-1465460076351055235</id><published>2008-07-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:28:45.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So..Tired...Can't See........Getting Dark......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just kidding! But I am struggling with jumpstarting studying (just took a 6 hour, 200 multiple choice run through of the multi state bar exam - I know, everyone stop being so jealous) so here I am again. A new recipe for turkey burgers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.25 lbs ground turkey (breast meat only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;one 8 oz package sliced bella mushrooms chopped in the food processor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 grated white onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 tblspn Worcestershire Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 tblspn ground romano cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 minced garlic cloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 tspn tarragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4 or 5 whole wheat pitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sliced red onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5 or 6 leaves of romain lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Special ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/2 cup regular ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 tblspns worchestershire sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mix 'em up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mix all ingredients up until the pitas with your hands (this is oddly therapeutic) then divide into 4 or 5 patties (make them indent a bit in the middle) 1.5 tblspns of olive oil on a hot griddle and cook them each side about 6 minutes each - they must be cooked through all the way. If not sure, push on with your finger, the patty should keep shape and bounce back when its done. Serve inside the pitas w/ red onion, lettuce and special ketchup on the side. Also good with these are sweet potato oven fries (slices em, drizzle a little olive oil, salt and pepper, bake at 450 until crisp outside, tender inside.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OK, thanks for listening, I think I can get my studying on now...Stand back, I'm goin' in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-1465460076351055235?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1465460076351055235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=1465460076351055235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1465460076351055235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1465460076351055235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/07/sotiredcant-seegetting-dark.html' title='So..Tired...Can&apos;t See........Getting Dark......'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-4542027924878167450</id><published>2008-06-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:26:51.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Grace will Get you Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;I just wanted to write about some scripture that has helped to keep me going everyday, maybe if you are dealing with something that is difficult or tiring, it might bring you comfort and strength too. When I have days that get too overwhelming, or I become afraid that I will never finish what needs to be done for the Bar, or worry whether I'm headed in the right direction for work, or just those little things about life that get in their sometimes and disrupt your day, irritate, or maybe push you to become impatient with people or life in general, I always come back to this when I ask God for help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 12:1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look up into the heavens. Who created all the stars? He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name. Because of his great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing...Have you never heard? Have you never understood? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth. He never grows weak or weary. No one can measure the depths of his understanding. He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless. Even youths will become weak and tired, and young men will fall in exhaustion. But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. Isaiah 40: 26 &amp;amp; 28-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214693439002216434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SF5QDdxJh_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/e9-cTR8LIyA/s320/Sara+wedding+-+sara+and+monica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm adding a picture of my friend Sara and I at her wedding because she's one of my best friends and my running buddy. When we run together, for me, it sort of physically symbolizes relying on God for strength - that life can be long and tiring, and sometimes there are things you just don't want to do, but God is always there with you no matter what. And when He knows you need it, he inserts people into your life and puts you in others' lives to encourage each other and bring joy and happiness.  You don't have to carry everything by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-4542027924878167450?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4542027924878167450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=4542027924878167450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4542027924878167450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4542027924878167450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-discipline-proves-his-love.html' title='God&apos;s Grace will Get you Through'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SF5QDdxJh_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/e9-cTR8LIyA/s72-c/Sara+wedding+-+sara+and+monica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-2891778962382849402</id><published>2008-06-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:10:34.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Throes of Bar Studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been reluctant to post about my studying for the Bar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Because its fairly boring; and&lt;br /&gt;b. If I don't pass this is not gonna be a fun follow-up in the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it and I need to write. I've been checking in with everyone's blogs though, just not being very active in writing myself, which is no good. Even now I don't have too much to update about. I graduated from law school at the end of May, that was the first big "whew!" Now its the Bar - NY and CT. I can't explain how all-consuming it is or how easily it incites panic attacks when I come across an assigned study exercise that I didn't do. I guess its a lot like a marathon in that I just need to stop whining and keep doing as much as possible everyday and don't look back. Ick, I'm boring myself just writing about this. The one good thing is that I'm doing at-home study on an ipod, this new thing that Barbri (the company that has basically a monopoly on Bar study) has which at least lets me listen to the lectures repetitively while I run, so I can still get some exercise in. I've been working half days til 1pm, I come home and listen to my lecture about 4 hours and make dinner and then try to do as much studying as possible. Poor B either goes to work out or uses ear phones for anything else like the computer, video games, etc. at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing that I missed during law school was having dinner at night with B, so at least we've been able to do that even with the studying. I'm convincing myself that staying physically healthy is necessary to do well on the Bar (not just a needed distraction) :) So I'm hoping to run a full marathon this October. I've been running 5 miles several times a week in the wee hours of the morn and 8 miles on Saturdays which I'm gonna need to up but probably after the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on that note, I tried a new pizza recipe that B loves (it's lox pizza - if you don't like smoked salmon, you might enjoy this b/c the salmon gets baked and crispier then if you just have it on a sandwich) any way, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Wheat pizza crust (makes two 10-12 inch crusts)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups warm water&lt;br /&gt;1 tblspn olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tspn salt&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups all purpose unbleached flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1tspn organic sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tblspn yeast&lt;br /&gt;1tspn italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;Mix in bread machine on dough only setting (add ingredients in the order I listed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping (for 1 pizza)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup light cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tblspn lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1tspn dried dillweed&lt;br /&gt;dash of salt and pepper (watch the salt - lox is already very salty and baking it really brings out the smoky flavor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 package Nova Lox&lt;br /&gt;1/2 red onion, sliced thinly&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 roma tomatoes sliced thinly (or 1/3 cup canned, drained diced tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out 1 pizza crust to a square or circle (sprinkly board with cornmeal so it doesn't stick - you may have to use a generous amount of cornmeal b/c this dough is very moist - it's necessary to keep it tender since its whole wheat flour). Bake in 400 degree oven for about 10 minutes. Let cool about 5 minutes. Spread cream cheese mixture over crust and then layer thin pieces of lox, onion and tomatoes, back in the oven to bake for about 15 minutes (watch carefully that lox does not over cook) Slice into 8 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually serve with a spinach salad with red onions, dried cranberries, shredded carrots, corn, peas, cucumber (whatever veggies you have lying around). For dressing I like straight balsamic vinegar but here's a different one to whir up in the food processor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 very small peeled garlic clove (can use 1/2 tspn garlic powder if you don't want the flavor as intense)&lt;br /&gt;dash of salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tblspn plain, nonfat greek yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this dressing makes it necessary to have either the corn, dried cranberries or some sort of fruit in the salad to sweeten a little b/c its pretty intense - but I promise it will clear your sinuses :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's one more recipe for pesto with a twist that goes great on a whole wheat flat bread sandwich w/ fresh mozzarella and fresh baby spinach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/2 cup chick peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 cup fresh basil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/2 tspn olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 tblspn parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 garlic cloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1/2 cup canned, drained diced tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 tblspn lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whir all in food processor (makes about 4 sandwiches)  I press them in the foreman grill or in a skillet on the stove top (You can use the same recipe above for the whole wheat flat bread, just don't roll it out as thin so you can slice each piece for sandwiches.  If I make it this way I also brush the dough w/ olive oil and salt and pepper before baking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think I better get back on the studying wagon. Thank you all for sharing your daily lives, it helps keep me going to read up! Have a blessed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-2891778962382849402?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2891778962382849402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2891778962382849402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2891778962382849402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2891778962382849402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-throes-of-bar-studying.html' title='In the Throes of Bar Studying'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-4694865785526367566</id><published>2008-04-26T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:25:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checking In..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been forever since I have written but I've been keeping up on everyone's news. As law school draws to a close I'm feeling overwhelmed with bar applications, finals and bar review documents and I'm seeing just how short my patience can be. I don't have too many interesting things to talk about but just wanted to check in. I hope to be past all of this bar application business and finals in the next few weeks; there is an end in sight I think............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SBUnOHuX9II/AAAAAAAAALY/HCXKqZ16wc0/s1600-h/Copy+of+ScannedImage-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SBUnOHuX9II/AAAAAAAAALY/HCXKqZ16wc0/s400/Copy+of+ScannedImage-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100868786943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the Swiss Miss's birthday - she just turned 90! I hope I'm still joking the way she is at her age. Don't you love that I'm going on and on about stress over the bar and school yet here I sit posting pictures? Oh well, I'll keep it short. Can I just say once again how much I admire everyone with children and those who have the joy of new babies? I always try to think of that to keep my silly school stress in perspective. It's not as important as a new life! Thankfully B has been his usual patient and humorous self with me and he knows its just gonna get worse with the bar approaching. I suppose I better be off to work on a take home but hope all are well and I continue to keep updated - the stories and happening s help me remember there is life outside of the NY practice statutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SBUnOXuX9JI/AAAAAAAAALg/_FMfDiDd9nY/s1600-h/ScannedImage-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/SBUnOXuX9JI/AAAAAAAAALg/_FMfDiDd9nY/s400/ScannedImage-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100873081910418" 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/8967561126605674169-4694865785526367566?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4694865785526367566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=4694865785526367566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4694865785526367566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4694865785526367566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-checking-in.html' title='Just Checking In..........'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/SBUnOHuX9II/AAAAAAAAALY/HCXKqZ16wc0/s72-c/Copy+of+ScannedImage-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-8492087022007934640</id><published>2008-02-18T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:21:48.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing Up for a Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Trish, of "The Dish From Trish" has suggested that I write about prepping for a race - being that there do seem to be lots of different ideas out there for how to keep at a workout routine or how to go about getting in shape, here's my thing (with the caveat that I am no expert at this and sometimes also get too obsessive, so please keep that in mind and take all with a grain of salt):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started running, I would do a relaxed jog for 2 - 3 miles, about 3 times a week.  I always prefer running outside when possible, even if it's really cold, I just bundle up in lots of fleece and go.  Outdoor running seems less monotonous to me and you get some fresh air and some scenery at the same time.  I know most people like to have music while they run, but I have also found this to be a great time to be alone with your thoughts, or prayers or whatever is on your mind, this time to myself is a big reason I enjoy running.  I have seen articles lately about how noisy our lives have gotten and I have to agree.  When I think of how often I am checking my email, surfing the internet, or just have the TV on for background noise, I see that there is not much quiet time in my life and I'm sure many have the same experience.  The pastor Charles Stanley emphasized in one of his sermons how we always have a "moment of silence" to remember a loved one who has passed away or to show respect for those lost during major tragedies.  He made the point that "one moment" is probably all we could take without becoming extremely uncomfortable - I think its true and troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to  the running thing.  Eventually my friend Sara came along (see her in the post below) and convinced me to start running longer.  She is also faster than me so she was a great buddy for me as I was beginning.  Its great to have someone to run with who is a little faster and has a little more endurance when you are starting out because they will push you and you will find you can do more than you think you can.  Before I knew it, Sara and I were running 5 miles a day 4 to 5 times a week.  Now even though I don't always follow my own advice, taking at least one day off per week is very important for your body to be able to mend and so you can get stronger.  Otherwise you will become exhausted and eventually you might even acquire an injury.  I have also found that it's a good idea to cross-train (I find elliptical machines ideal, especially the ones with the arm levers usually these are the days I also lift a little, do squats, crunches - I love to use the giant ball for lower ab workouts, I place it between my feet and lift the ball and lower as I lie flat on the mat - I do 2 or 3 sets of 10 (also good light work for your inner thighs), on the last one I hold the ball in my hands and just pulse up between my knees for a little upper ab work), on your off days from running (but don't forget to completely take a break one day per week) - just stretching on that day is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of day is important only in how it fits into your schedule.  Since I work all day and go to school at night until 9 or 10 most weekdays, getting up at 5:30 is the only way I can do it during the week.  I try to get in 50-60 minutes of cardio 5 to 6 days per week (so 5 or 6 miles of running or a combo of elliptical and treadmill walking uphill) I know it is hard when you are busy to fit in an hour of exercise - for me it is a priority b/c I know how tired I would become from sitting all day at work and all night at school.  Also, breaking it into 30 minute increments - one in a.m.; one in p.m. works fine too.  It all comes down to making this time for yourself a priority.  When I am feeling particularly de-motivated, I know if I can at least get myself out of bed and into the bathroom then I'll follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first race I ran with Sara was a 10k, which is about 6.2 miles.  Races are great because you have the camaraderie of everyone being out there to be competitive and healthy.  In my experience people are always very supportive and encouraging.  Always keep in mind that you can run 1 or 2 miles more in a race than you normally train for.  I think its all the people and adrenaline that push you through.  There are a lot of great books about different training methods - one that I found helpful is: "The Complete Book of Running for Women" by Claire Kowalchik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also keep in mind that as you increase the length of your runs, your appetite will increase.  It is very important to increase your food intake with healthy choices, because this is what is giving you the energy to complete those runs and also helping your body recover and heal in between.  Personally, over the last few years I have greatly reduced the amount of red meat I eat, now I only eat it maybe once a month.  I try to have about 3 days a week of no meat at all - I have found that is a great way to increase variety in my diet, trying vegetarian recipes and incorporating  more legumes, nuts and other forms of protein. I try to avoid all packaged types of snacks like cookies, chips and pretzels.  I'd rather have fresh-baked desserts anyway!  A typical menu on a day when I go for a good run (5 to 8 miles) would consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;1 serving irish oatmeal (1/4 cup steel cut oats and 1 tspn flax seed cooked in 1 cup water) sprinkle with cinnamon and nutmeg, mix in one small mashed banana and 2 teaspoons of nonfat plain greek yogurt.  1 cup chai tea with skim milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Salad with spinach, red onion, sliced carrot, 1 or 2 chopped dried apricots, sprinkle with pepper and dried basil, splash of balsamic vinegar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 organic granny smith apple (they tend to be big), sliced and dipped in a mix of sprinkle of cinnamon, 1 tblspn lowfat cream cheese, and 1 tblspn natural almond or peanut butter *never the processed kind, the label should read :" peanuts" or "almonds" and that's it, and you should have to refrigerate it to keep the oil from separating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stonyfield farm yokids yogurt (this is a fruit yogurt that seems to be relatively low in sugar - and has no sugar substitutes which I find do strange things to my digestive tract)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup tea, coffee or seltzer water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon snack: Apple or grapefruit slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some recipes for some of my favorites; it really depends what we hav on hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I love: slow baked salmon with mashed herb peas and asian green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one I made recently: vegetable chick pea pizza w/ whole wheat crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: depends, sometimes I just have another apple with the almond butter mix (I am in love with peanut and almond butter) there is also this kind called "I love peanut butter" that is cinnamon raisin peanut butter (does have some sugar in the form of evaporated cane juice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a bread maker so sometimes I'll have a slice of some sort of fresh whole grain bread with the peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When training for a race its a good idea to avoid sugary snacks most days of the week if you can and go for wholesome healthy snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you increase your distance, you will become more aware of your breathing as well.  While I do prefer running outside, I have found that a good way to increase your speed is by running on the treadmill.  This way you can't relax into a slower pace (which I have a tendency to do if I am running long distances outside).  In a 30-40 minute run I try to run at an 8 minute pace for 8 minutes (which is 7.5 mph - that's very fast for me and then 8mph for a minute if I can; on a good day I'll keep the pace at 7mph the whole time; for comparison a 10 minute mile is 6mph)I think it also helps your muscle memory in knowing how you feel funning at certain speeds.  I think when you are first beginning, a 10 minute mile is a great but still comfortable rate to shoot for.  One thing I like to do outside is to pick a point in the distance (not too far, maybe the next mailbox on the road) and sprint to it, then return to your comfort speed, repeat every few minutes through out the run.  Fast walking is also a great way to get started, then slowly add in little increments of jogging - maybe just 2 minutes at first.  Your body will tell you when you can do more.  Fast walking on a treadmill is great - also experiment with the incline and see how fast you can walk on a hill, you can work up quite a sweat this way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to emphasize also is stretching.  Very important to avoid injury.  Before I run I do very light stretching - muscles are not warm, therefore not very flexible I usually just do the "downward facing dog" (in yoga, you have all 4's down, legs straight, butt way up) then I stretch the front of my thighs by standing and holding my foot to my butt, some brief shoulder rolls and I'm off.  After sometimes I stretch in the shower (in the interest  of time)- more hamstring stretching, neck, ankle, deep breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to gear up for a run like a half marathon, it comes down to having at least one or two days per week to run 10 to 13 miles, the other 2 or 3  days I run 5-7 miles, cross-train on remaining and on the off day just stretch (good to do the off day right after the long run b/c your knees will really feel it at this distance).  Well, in the interest of my droning on and on I guess I'll post this.  Hope it is helpful for someone!  Have a happy and healthy week!&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-8492087022007934640?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8492087022007934640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=8492087022007934640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8492087022007934640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8492087022007934640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/gearing-up-for-race.html' title='Gearing Up for a Race'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-6012673712348792654</id><published>2008-02-04T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:07:11.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensacola Double Bridge Run Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This weekend my friend Sara and I ran the Double Bridge Run in Pensacola, FL. It's a 15k, and I think we did pretty well - it took us 90 minutes to finish. But the most im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;portant thing was meeting up and spending time together. Sometimes life gets so busy I forget how important it is to just spend time with your girlfriends. Girl talk can be so soothing to your soul - so can eating 3 krispy kreme donuts in one sitting! Here we are at the run (those are t-shirts that Sara made; they say: "team turtle" as you can see we are fast like lightening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQT0MVexI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5Pg9W-FK37A/s1600-h/tshirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQT0MVexI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5Pg9W-FK37A/s320/tshirts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163324536650038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here we are at Krispy Kreme irritating the people in back of us by having the cashier take our picture. We thought it would be pushing it to have her take another of us with a donut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQUEMVeyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lbQEv_ktaeE/s1600-h/krispykreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQUEMVeyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lbQEv_ktaeE/s320/krispykreme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163324540945005346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is at a restaurant called "Fish House" in downtown Pensacola.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You know you are getting old when you start making the same requests that your mom always made that embarassed you; like asking the waittress to take your picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ70MVezI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dudD6Gahj58/s1600-h/fishhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ70MVezI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dudD6Gahj58/s320/fishhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163325223844805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And more eating at Bagelheads (this place is the best!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8EMVe0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UiP6SNvsbic/s1600-h/bagelheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8EMVe0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/UiP6SNvsbic/s320/bagelheads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163325228139772738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8EMVe1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/67cSjhEkse8/s1600-h/monsarabeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8EMVe1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/67cSjhEkse8/s320/monsarabeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163325228139772754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You also know you are getting old when you do a cartwheel and feel like you sprained and or broke both wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8UMVe2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_gzr7hSTEO0/s1600-h/cartwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQ8UMVe2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_gzr7hSTEO0/s320/cartwheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163325232434740066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Guess that's all for now.  Hope everyone had a great weekend!  &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/8967561126605674169-6012673712348792654?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6012673712348792654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6012673712348792654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6012673712348792654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6012673712348792654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/pensacola-double-bridge-run-weekend.html' title='Pensacola Double Bridge Run Weekend'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R6fQT0MVexI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5Pg9W-FK37A/s72-c/tshirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-5696468648368171756</id><published>2008-01-18T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:51:48.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payment Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;I know this is not too interesting - but I straightened out the payment with the books - just wanted to write it b/c I said I would :)  I might be poorer, but I sure feel better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-5696468648368171756?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5696468648368171756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=5696468648368171756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/5696468648368171756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/5696468648368171756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/payment-made.html' title='Payment Made'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-3150490078698428059</id><published>2008-01-13T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:52:38.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Manhattan Trip I was Talking About....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some of those pictures I was talking about the guinea hen posting. B and I went to Manhattan for the day this week and met my brother in law for a coffee break from his work (he is a lawyer in the city):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3m07gsxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gOqk1m9odpw/s1600-h/bandjnyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3m07gsxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gOqk1m9odpw/s320/bandjnyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155134601150116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3nU7gsyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qt25uOrGm4M/s1600-h/jandmonicanyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3nU7gsyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qt25uOrGm4M/s320/jandmonicanyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155134609740051234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3n07gszI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uwvzZL1n2MY/s1600-h/bandmonicanyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3n07gszI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uwvzZL1n2MY/s320/bandmonicanyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155134618329985842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While we were walking by the Fox News studio, Juliet from "The Morning Show with Mike and Juliet" stopped us and interviewed us about pick-up lines, but they only put B on TV for a fraction of a second. Oh well, there goes our chances of being famous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we caught a glimpse of the Christmas tree before they took it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for me to get back to reading my law school books that I didn't pay for yet (see post below); more on that later this week! Everyone have a blessed week and restful evening.&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-3150490078698428059?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3150490078698428059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=3150490078698428059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3150490078698428059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/3150490078698428059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-manhattan-trip-i-was-talking-about.html' title='That Manhattan Trip I was Talking About....'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4q3m07gsxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gOqk1m9odpw/s72-c/bandjnyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-9046764270046320565</id><published>2008-01-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:23:27.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Me Honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm telling the story of buying my books a) to make sure I follow through with something I need to do; and b) because I am amazed at my ability to be dishonest if no one is looking. So I went to buy a few books from my law school's bookstore yesterday because after looking at my syllabus online I discovered I was missing a few. I was a little peeved at having to drive an hour in each direction on a Saturday because I had already ordered my books ahead of time and for whatever reason, the ones missing were not sent to me as part of the course. My classes start Tuesday, so I didn't really have a choice because there's always an assignment due the first class, and luckily the bookstore was open for last minute purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the bookstore and a nice guy (the same one that is always there) helps me find the books I'm looking for, I grab a few notebooks and a blank videotape (more on that in another post - its needed for one of my classes) and head up to the register. I notice as I'm paying that the total is startlingly low - $14 and some change. Anyone who has ever purchased textbooks knows that this is not possible, no matter how small or beat up the book may be. But still, I say nothing, partially thinking maybe since they are small paperback books that that is correct, but really knowing he must not have charged me for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get out to the car and study the receipt further and realize the books are not on there. In fact, if they had been, the total would have been over $200. So do I march right back in and point out the mistake and hand over my credit card so it can be charged correctly? No, I do not. I am in a rush and want to get home; I justify that we have already given so much money to the school, we deserve this little break. And off I go. But on the way home that little voice starts going: "What if the guy that helped you gets fired for the mistake? What if this is the beginning of a downward spiral for him and he can't find another job all because you were too dishonest and cheap to go back in and hand over the stupid money? He has never been anything but helpful to you and now you just possibly threw him in the fire." Not to mention the fact that what I did is in effect, stealing. So I call B to tell him the story (ever notice saying something out loud really drives the truth home a lot faster?) And of course B is like, "you have to straighten this out - what if the guy gets fired?" And as we're talking it is cemented that I must remedy this - phew! After being disgusted at myself for a few minutes I call the bookstore and ask for the guy and explain what happened; luckily he doesn't freak out and we agree I'll come in on Tuesday and get it straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's part of the reason I'm writing this - so I can write a follow up post about fixing it. The other reason I'm writing it is because it just really drove home the point for me - character is not about what you do when others are looking, it's what you do when no one may ever know about your actions. Unfortunately I failed the first part, but I'm thankful I can go back and make it better. Sorry if I bored anyone with this post - its really an accountability thing for myself. Thank goodness for honest husbands and for that little voice called a conscience that God put in us all. Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-9046764270046320565?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9046764270046320565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=9046764270046320565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9046764270046320565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/9046764270046320565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/keeping-me-honest.html' title='Keeping Me Honest'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-6126185059496775278</id><published>2008-01-09T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:25:38.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinea Hens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Per advisement from my dad (expert on anything to do with wildlife, hunting, fishing, gardening, chopping wood, building things, etc.) the pictures of the birds below are "guinea hens" or "guinea fowl"- I was way off on the quails. Apparently people keep them as pets and they make good watchdogs because they make shrill noises when anyone comes in their territory. I can confirm that they do indeed make shrill noises - they wouldn't move out of the way of our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just been enjoying some time off with B before school starts next week.  We went to Manhattan yesterday (I'll put pictures as soon as the camera batteries are re-charged).  I can't believe how warm it got in the northeast these past few days.  It has been in the single digits with the wind chill and suddenly flew up to 65 yesterday, so it was a good day for the city.  Be back again soon, hope everyone is well.&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-6126185059496775278?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6126185059496775278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6126185059496775278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6126185059496775278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6126185059496775278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/guinea-hens.html' title='Guinea Hens'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-2097752679154421987</id><published>2008-01-06T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:54:05.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe that it is 2008. Trish - congratulations on the new member of your family! Cameron is beautiful (see The Dish from Trish link - although I think most who might read my blog have been on Trish's for quite some time; just wanted to shout out a public congratulations to her and her family). Brittny thank you so much for your comment - I hope you are having a wonderful and relaxing vacation here - I look forward to reading more about it! I hope everyone is having a happy and healthy New Year. I always find this time of year to be weird; like there has been so much holiday that its hard to go back to normal schedules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Otherwise I've just been gearing up to go back to school (but trying not to think about it too much). I'm taking a trial advocacy course this semester that the thought of is making me nervous. Basically its very experiential, you pretend you are a lawyer in a trial and examine and cross-examine witnesses all semester. I think it will be good for me though - I'm much better at the whole mediation; trying to make nice thing, so this will be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I went on our first Sunday drive of 2008 today. We drove around in a town close to where I grew up. Here are some pictures of our drive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAGk7gssI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LyUI88Lbb3E/s1600-h/mandbsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAGk7gssI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LyUI88Lbb3E/s320/mandbsun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540299169411778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAHE7gstI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_ccs3HPiw8/s1600-h/Scene1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAHE7gstI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_ccs3HPiw8/s320/Scene1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540307759346386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAI07gsuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9VbQc2QMlDA/s1600-h/Scene3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAI07gsuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9VbQc2QMlDA/s320/Scene3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540337824117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAJE7gsvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ka0gnEX6aJA/s1600-h/scene4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAJE7gsvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ka0gnEX6aJA/s320/scene4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540342119084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAJU7gswI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R5HArAWMuPo/s1600-h/scene5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAJU7gswI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R5HArAWMuPo/s320/scene5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540346414052098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsUU7gsnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yMJXfJcRxNw/s1600-h/bandmsun1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsUU7gsnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yMJXfJcRxNw/s320/bandmsun1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518545160057458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some quails that hopped across the road in front of us (at least I think they're quails, they kind of look like round chickens)  You know, I was just checking online and I don't think they're quail - anyone know what they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsU07gspI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_2dQJkMAgYI/s1600-h/quail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsU07gspI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_2dQJkMAgYI/s320/quail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518553749992082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsVU7gsqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SVbrpuYldqY/s1600-h/quails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsVU7gsqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SVbrpuYldqY/s320/quails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518562339926690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsVk7gsrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gCoJYwmzrUk/s1600-h/Telescope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4FsVk7gsrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gCoJYwmzrUk/s320/Telescope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518566634894002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am hoping to get some flower pots painted before school starts up again, I'll post pictures of them if I do. I always have such lofty goals for time off from school but it never all gets done. Oh well. I'm hoping to prioritize things a little better this semester and not get aggravated so easily. I suppose I'll be writing more on that but don't want to do too much in depth thinking tonight; its Sunday evening after all :) Everyone have a great week!&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/8967561126605674169-2097752679154421987?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2097752679154421987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2097752679154421987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2097752679154421987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2097752679154421987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R4GAGk7gssI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LyUI88Lbb3E/s72-c/mandbsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-408296538877750416</id><published>2007-12-25T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:13:00.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3RK0k7gslI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9HxFp0xbDs/s1600-h/holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3RK0k7gslI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9HxFp0xbDs/s200/holly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148822541118255698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just wanted to pop in for a quick Merry Christmas and post a few pictures of the family festivities :) I feel so blessed to have been able to spend Christmas with my family and close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I admire about my mom is that she is never afraid to laugh at herself. She and my Grandma are so cute, always smiling. Here is my mom with, well, a dancing chicken.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3Lix07gsjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mjq6Xk-DITE/s1600-h/momwchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3Lix07gsjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mjq6Xk-DITE/s320/momwchicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148426669687616050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss Miss being very excited about her new dish towel (isn't she the cutest?!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HAqU7gsgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bFVyf4g7SuY/s1600-h/Grandmatowel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HAqU7gsgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bFVyf4g7SuY/s320/Grandmatowel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107682466542082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Me and the Swiss Miss enjoying some time together. To my right you can see some fabulous Cranberry orange cookies that my mother in law Kathy made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HAqk7gshI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BjwdQM0dWNE/s1600-h/swissmissmonica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HAqk7gshI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BjwdQM0dWNE/s320/swissmissmonica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107686761509394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Next we have Said and his brother Ilyas. Said has appeared in early posts, also dubbed "Sunbeam" and "a man" by B. They are like brothers to B, and they came to visit for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HArE7gsiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VKZxBEpN8WI/s1600-h/mensayinggoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3HArE7gsiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VKZxBEpN8WI/s320/mensayinggoodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107695351444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is B and Said with me taking a break from a serious game of pool - I am horrible at it, so I watched. My hand-eye coordination is the worst - throw a ball at me and I'd rather dive the other way then try to catch it (I was always the kid that got smacked in the face with the dodge ball in 6th grade). I think that's why I prefer running to team sports...anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_407gsbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QLlZwceOQi8/s1600-h/Bsunmonica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_407gsbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QLlZwceOQi8/s320/Bsunmonica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148106832063017394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; This is my brother-in-law Chris with me and B. He is home from school for the holidays and hopefully we'll get to see him more while he's here. That is another thing I love about B and his brothers, they are always laughing when they are with each other (well either that or making fun of each other):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_5k7gscI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KfzyYnH_ikg/s1600-h/monicabchris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_5k7gscI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KfzyYnH_ikg/s320/monicabchris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148106844947919298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; This lovely lady is my mother in law, Kathy.  She loves when Said and Ilyas visit, they are like her second sons :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_507gsdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s-aDwufgOqM/s1600-h/sunbeamkathyb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_507gsdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s-aDwufgOqM/s320/sunbeamkathyb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148106849242886610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_6k7gsfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HljcLZ8rI-g/s1600-h/dadsocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3G_6k7gsfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HljcLZ8rI-g/s320/dadsocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148106862127788530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad with those socks I was talking about in one of my recent posts - now Swiss Miss doesn't knit anymore so they've had to find store-bought replacements. He still looks excited, but not nearly as much as when they were knitted by hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's about it - Christmas sure passes by in a flash, but its so good to be with family. I always keep reminding myself how important it is to stop rushing around and worrying about things like cooking or did we get the right presents. As I take time to thank God for what He has done on this day, I'm reminded of how precious His blessings are, especially family. I think I will go and spend some time with B now. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!:)"&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-408296538877750416?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/408296538877750416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=408296538877750416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/408296538877750416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/408296538877750416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R3RK0k7gslI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9HxFp0xbDs/s72-c/holly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-7505931776846163259</id><published>2007-12-22T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:52:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Cookie Baking, and Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R214107gsaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yC1OUrfiKUQ/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R214107gsaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yC1OUrfiKUQ/s320/Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146902815290995106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a quick hello! I am so excited to embark on the cookie baking and preparations for Christmas. I know I sound so lame, but it's so great not to have homework hanging over my head. I plan on stringing up some lights, putting on some Christmas music, lighting some candles and making triple chocolate cookies and gingerbread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to visit my mom and grandma today. I always hate how much I don't see family when school is in session.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma always buys tons of chocolate for people for Christmas, so her house is now overflowing with dark chocolate, reindeer shaped, snowman shaped, fruit filled - you name it, she has the chocolate. That is one of the things I admire about her so much is how much she loves giving to others. Definitely good for me to keep in mind instead of getting all caught up in details and doing things that don't matter, and to remember to slow down and remember what Christmas is all about, and spend time with God thanking Him for what he has given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone have a wonderful evening - I know I will!!&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-7505931776846163259?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7505931776846163259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=7505931776846163259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7505931776846163259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7505931776846163259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-cookie-baking-and-lights.html' title='Christmas, Cookie Baking, and Lights!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R214107gsaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yC1OUrfiKUQ/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-4949512554359213690</id><published>2007-12-20T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:43:05.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel as though the Hallelujah chorus should be playing in the background.  The last final is submitted and I don't have to look at another text book until mid-January!  I feel like I don't know what to do first.  Should I do laundry? Vacuum? Clean the bathroom.  I know I know, that sounds so lame.  But the clutter always builds up during exams and I can't do anything about it until they're over with generally and B is at work, we have friends coming for the weekend, so it seems like a good time to tackle......something.  Although I kind of just want to veg out in front of the TV with my tea.  Well, here's to a relaxing evening!  I'm gonna go boot myself in the butt and try to get moving.&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-4949512554359213690?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4949512554359213690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=4949512554359213690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4949512554359213690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/4949512554359213690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-done.html' title='It is Done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-5858505732497335389</id><published>2007-12-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:08:16.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, here I am, about to embark upon writing my take home final for International Commercial Arbitration. Please, please, everyone just calm down - I know it hurts not to know much greater detail about this topic. I can picture people reading this post and then frantically googling those terms in a hunger to know more. Don't be jealous as I am outlining my discussion of the arbitrability of arbitration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But alas, I did this to myself with a filler course. I see that the take home is going to enable me to have the enjoyment of writing several long legal memoranda. And I have 24 hours to complete it - I see myself draped over my computer at 2 in the morning; coffee in one hand other hand trying to avoid browsing the Food Network or other blogs while I bang this thing out. Here goes nothing........(I'm sure I'll be checking in in a bit)..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-5858505732497335389?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5858505732497335389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=5858505732497335389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/5858505732497335389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/5858505732497335389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-final.html' title='The Final Final'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-6422133416494043763</id><published>2007-12-17T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:58:05.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalom a.k.a. "Chi Butters"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah ha! I have finally succeeded in downloading these pictures. I'm terrible with computers so it feels like such an accomplishment when I can actually carry out what I'm trying to do. Anyway, here is my chinchilla, who I formally named Shalom, but has also been dubbed "Chi Butters" by B and that seems to be sticking (I suppose its better than shouting "T-Doooooooooog!") - see Trish's blog - sorry again Trish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2cHTU7gsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Fpt1wHMgqAY/s1600-h/Sitting+Chi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2cHTU7gsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Fpt1wHMgqAY/s320/Sitting+Chi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145089127911305602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2cIAk7gsZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LmYE9wPI-6k/s1600-h/Chi+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2cIAk7gsZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LmYE9wPI-6k/s320/Chi+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145089905300386194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B got her for me for my birthday last year. As I was saying - we don't have enough time for her much less starting a family, but she is very cute and friendly. We try to let her run free in a closed space when we can - she loves to climb on people if you sit with her. Also she has all these weird issues. Apparently chinchillas shouldn't get wet because their fur is so thick that the water won't evaporate and they'll mold if you don't blowdry them. Also, she can't have any sugar because they have a special propensity for developing diabetes. She loves basil leaves though. OK, I really need to go study but just wanted to post this because I was excited about downloading the pictures. Everyone have a wonderful night!&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-6422133416494043763?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6422133416494043763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6422133416494043763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6422133416494043763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6422133416494043763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/shalom-aka-chi-butters.html' title='Shalom a.k.a. &quot;Chi Butters&quot;'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2cHTU7gsYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Fpt1wHMgqAY/s72-c/Sitting+Chi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-6115240660447364209</id><published>2007-12-17T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:50:53.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, as I was saying - this blog is such a saving grace during finals.  Here I am again.  You know, for someone who should be focusing on studying, I sure get a lot of baking done during finals.  (Of course see earlier posts about how I get too wrapped up with stuff like that).  The new thing seems to be gingerbread cookies this year with cinnamon spice icing.  Although I've been trying to go easy on that since B is wanting to as he calls it go into "combat mode" - which basically means he will eat no sweets and only tuna and rice unless I make something else.  So I've been trying to do some variations.  Today was whole wheat pitas w/ basil (the bread machine is great for that dough) and white bean and tuna salad with spinach, tomatoes, garlic, basil.  Also have been on a butternut squash soup kick - I have managed to avoid sawing off a finger while cubing it but they're tough little fellas to deal with.  The best soup I made had sage, apple cider, vegetable broth, onion and a whole cubed squash (blended smooth).  Really good but once you buy the ingredients you kind of have to go ahead and use up the cider so I ended up making several batches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, think I got my little cooking spurt out and over with for the day.  We went to the gym earlier - my big thing this year is to be able to do a couple of pull-ups by myself, but alas, my fruit roll-up arms have been stubborn and refuse to do it just yet; so B ends up having to give me a boost to actually go anywhere but a dead hang, and it was no different today.  It's amazing - every time we go to the gym I confidently approach the bar, sure that this will be the day, feeling the energy coursing through my muscles (OK fine, my fruit roll-ups); and then I give the big pull........and nothing happens.  I think I need to do the pull down machine thing more and take more baby steps.  I never try full on pull-ups without B there because I look like an idiot just hanging there with a vein bulging in my temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about finals is that I get to be home during the day - and sometimes we get lucky and B happens to be on the night shift so he is home then too.  Now the trick is to get some studying done.  Let me try this again, I'll probably be back later!  Thanks for listening to my rambling...&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-6115240660447364209?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6115240660447364209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6115240660447364209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6115240660447364209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6115240660447364209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-home-stretch.html' title='In the Home Stretch'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-7435030510164038435</id><published>2007-12-16T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:04:21.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Finals Down, Two to Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Family Law final is done and my paper for Matrimonial Practice has been handed in. Now I just have Land Use and International Commercial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Arbitration to go. This blog is such a saving grace when I can't stand looking at my notes anymore, I love browsing and reading other people's stories and goings-on! I don't know what I would do if I had to just study for 8 hours straight. Probably start a rousting (is that a word?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;game of Tic Tac Toe with myself. I keep trying to download pictures from our camera but for some reason its not working right now. I was going to post pictures of my chinchilla but it just won't download. Oh well, guess I'll keep working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to someone yesterday about her pregnancy, and it just got me thinking what a non-selfish act becoming a parent is. I know that for me and B right now it would just be too much with our schedules to start a family (we d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on't even spend enough time with the chinchilla). But it just amazes me how you have this new life in your family and suddenly you are not the most important anymore. All planning, anything you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; going to do that day just centers around this little person. I know in myself sometimes I prioritize stupid things way too much (like going to the gym or running - not that those are bad things, but they shouldn't come before people). It's weird how I can see in myself that when I start worrying too much about stuff like that, or clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ing the house, or cooking a good dinner - I know God always finds a way to remind me that my eyes are not focused where they should be. Again, not that there's anything wrong with any of those things, but I know that I have a propensity for becoming obsessive, and confusion come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s in when I start making things like that the most important. I have a feeling I need to let God straighten that out in me before its time for little ones. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nyway, to anyone reading, thanks for taking the time - these little moments of putting down my thoughts really help me get through studying. Everyone have a restful Sunday. Hopef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ully I'll be following up with those pictures at some point. Oh, I can't resist, here's one more from B's police academy graduation from awhile ago that I already have in a file (that's my brother-in-law with us):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2WSlk7gsXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N4HUGOE1ohU/s1600-h/B+police+acad+grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2WSlk7gsXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N4HUGOE1ohU/s320/B+police+acad+grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144679323606757746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;  my hope comes from him.  Psalm 62:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-7435030510164038435?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7435030510164038435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=7435030510164038435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7435030510164038435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7435030510164038435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-finals-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two Finals Down, Two to Go!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2WSlk7gsXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N4HUGOE1ohU/s72-c/B+police+acad+grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-790462458971135164</id><published>2007-12-14T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:54:58.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kristan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2LsdE7gsUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pb0uzaZyRfE/s1600-h/bestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2LsdE7gsUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pb0uzaZyRfE/s320/bestfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143933708694237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's my best friend's birthday today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;She is the lovely lady presented here. Just wanted to wish her a happy birthday and fun and peaceful evening with Dave (that's her husband). Have a wonderful evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-790462458971135164?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/790462458971135164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=790462458971135164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/790462458971135164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/790462458971135164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-kristan.html' title='Happy Birthday Kristan!'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2LsdE7gsUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pb0uzaZyRfE/s72-c/bestfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-2615394486240452379</id><published>2007-12-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:22:12.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2KBl07gsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_d_vNwDwlJw/s1600-h/SaraandMonica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2KBl07gsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_d_vNwDwlJw/s200/SaraandMonica.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143816211273920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was switching around some of my pictures and found this one of me and my friend Sara - this is us in Pensacola, FL - I think we were just about to begin an ill-fated trip to New Orleans. We were running buddies in college (and donut-eating buddies - they have a Krispy Kreme on every corner down there, and cookie-baking, and well you get the point), we still do those things when we can except that she lives all the way in Colorado and I miss her . But it just got me to thinking how interesting it is how different friends enter your life.  I met Sara through another friend and she got me to stop whining and try to actually run more than 2 miles.  Anyway, running aside Sara is one of my best friends and I'm sending out Christmas wishes to her since I can't see her for the holidays!&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-2615394486240452379?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2615394486240452379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2615394486240452379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2615394486240452379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2615394486240452379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/running-buddies.html' title='Running Buddies'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2KBl07gsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_d_vNwDwlJw/s72-c/SaraandMonica.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-8593382682399484452</id><published>2007-12-11T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:32:11.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You know those quizzes that are always forwarded around via email?  Thought I'd try and create one cold turkey - so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Home for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1.  When is the last time you knew you were blessed?  When B kissed me good night&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the most memorable event or tradition during the holiday season? When I go to St. Joe's (with my mother-in-law always, sometimes with B, brother-in-law and father-in-law, depending on who's visiting that year) and they turn off the lights at the end of the Christmas eve service except for the Christmas trees and sing Silent Night. Also when B makes a fire in the fireplace at my in-laws and we sit and watch it while talking to friends who visit. And also when we go to my parents on Christmas day and we open gifts and take pictures and drink coffee and it takes all afternoon. Remembering this was the night Jesus was born.&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you feel the most safe? When I am home with B; having tea at night or driving around the neighborhood together and talking.&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you cherish? Overall, the blessings God has given me; specifically: B, our family, time with them all. I have come to realize how precious time is these past few years and that we have to prioritize what is most important. I'm still working on it but at least I'm starting to understand better - whatever you're giving your time to is what you're making most important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;5. When is the last time you needed to apologize to someone? Today, to B; regarding this whole prioritization of time business. But having any times of tension makes me appreciate even more that all is not right in my world until we talk through any problems and get back to normal - its like a piece of me is missing.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite Christmas song? Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel and Silent Night with all verses.&lt;br /&gt;7. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate? Put anything special in there? Lately chai tea; but usually coffee, mmmmmmmmm coffee; I like it with cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;8. Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks?  Explain please.  Starbucks, dunkin donuts is not usually strong enough&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite christmas cookies? The peanut butter ones with a hershey kiss in the middle and gingerbread&lt;br /&gt;10.  What personality traits do you cherish in others?  Understanding, people who are sensitive to when your lines might be about to be stepped over, forgiveness, being able to laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you laughed until there were tears in your eyes?  The most that sticks out in my mind was when B and I were watching America's Funniest Videos and this guy in an all-red running suit, obviously thinking he looked quite dapper,  fell, as B would say, "ass over teakettle" over a log.  Also when we were watching old chip and dale cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite  Christmas movie?  Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;13.  Any gifts that are a tradition every year?  My grandma always used to knit socks for my dad, and every year, without fail he opens them and says, "Wow!  I really need some of these!" Then he holds them up next to his face and smiles for the camera.  (I know it sounds sarcastic, but he really loves them).&lt;br /&gt;14. Anything that makes you sad this time of year? Just thinking of time missed with family, or trying to appreciate that people get older and we won't always all be together this way.&lt;br /&gt;15.  What warms your heart? The way my mom always makes a point to visit nursing homes and people that don't have visitors.  Knowing that God is always there with me, even when I'm not seeking Him or getting distracted by things that don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'll post this; everyone keep warm and be blessed.&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-8593382682399484452?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8593382682399484452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=8593382682399484452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8593382682399484452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/8593382682399484452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-10715473037588315</id><published>2007-12-08T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:08:26.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rennaisance Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1wKAoltT7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mA_cvV8yPoU/s1600-h/mandbrenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1wKAoltT7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mA_cvV8yPoU/s200/mandbrenn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141995880562118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah, the Rennaissance Fair, what can I say. I was very surprised by rolling barrels of pickles, knights riding horses and particularly that women are able to cinch their cleavage up that far - it looked painful. There were jousting knights and harp players, more vendors than you can imagine (I liked the clothes but not the cleavage cinching). It was interesting but I don't think we'd necessarily go to another one. It was kind of weird. Mostly just nice to spend a day with friends. Here are some pictures of our experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1w7IIltT9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/QLiFHFcZZnA/s1600-h/robinhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1w7IIltT9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/QLiFHFcZZnA/s200/robinhood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142049885480898514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4V4ltT4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTny9MpPT_I/s1600-h/wizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4V4ltT4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTny9MpPT_I/s200/wizard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141694979448328066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1w7HYltT8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_jKz0EFrah4/s1600-h/knights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1w7HYltT8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_jKz0EFrah4/s200/knights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142049872595996610" 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;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4WYltT5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/58od6rjC2A0/s1600-h/vulture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4WYltT5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/58od6rjC2A0/s200/vulture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141694988038262674" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4XIltT6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Biti8T-LkY/s1600-h/macksandturkeyleg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1r4XIltT6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Biti8T-LkY/s200/macksandturkeyleg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141695000923164578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-10715473037588315?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/10715473037588315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=10715473037588315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/10715473037588315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/10715473037588315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/rennaisance-fair.html' title='Rennaisance Fair'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1wKAoltT7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/mA_cvV8yPoU/s72-c/mandbrenn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-7258409032657661567</id><published>2007-12-08T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:50:25.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Time - Just a Quick One Before Moving on to the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsRYltT0I/AAAAAAAAADU/2QkRrRZNedI/s1600-h/candmgraveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsRYltT0I/AAAAAAAAADU/2QkRrRZNedI/s320/candmgraveyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141611339255205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsSIltT1I/AAAAAAAAADc/OfXWPeP74-Y/s1600-h/hugs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsSIltT1I/AAAAAAAAADc/OfXWPeP74-Y/s320/hugs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141611352140107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsSoltT2I/AAAAAAAAADk/1pB3a2Ps994/s1600-h/candbchurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsSoltT2I/AAAAAAAAADk/1pB3a2Ps994/s320/candbchurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141611360730042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, thought I'd make a post (I'm sure there are so many following this non-responsive blog on pins and needles). Here's some pictures of us with a friend visiting Tarrytown around Halloween - it was unseasonably warm here in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously awhile ago but just wanted to put it up here.  I might get crazy and post some pictures from a Rennaissance Fair we attended.  I was half expecting to be attacked by Falcons and have nothing to eat but turkey legs and pickles and fairy dust, but it was a little more commercial than we thought it would be.  And we felt kind of nerdy.  I sort of felt like we were in the middle of the movie "Robin Hood, Men in Tights".  Well, I'll get this posted so I can either move on to the holidays or enthrall you with Rennaissance photos.&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-7258409032657661567?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7258409032657661567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=7258409032657661567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7258409032657661567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/7258409032657661567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/12/fall-time-just-quick-one-before-moving.html' title='Fall Time - Just a Quick One Before Moving on to the Holidays'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/R1qsRYltT0I/AAAAAAAAADU/2QkRrRZNedI/s72-c/candmgraveyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-6172836581835880844</id><published>2007-07-29T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:57:20.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Post About A Man Visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Our friend from Afghanistan, but more recently hailing from the south (known as "a man") visited this weekend. He and B went to West Point to look at the museum and walk around. These pictures are of this really pretty overlook on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/Rq0n4m8hLkI/AAAAAAAAACc/tqmCz84UF3E/s1600-h/b%26aman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/Rq0n4m8hLkI/AAAAAAAAACc/tqmCz84UF3E/s320/b%26aman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092770607106436674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;way up to West Point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/Rq0n428hLlI/AAAAAAAAACk/cuIkVTVXurw/s1600-h/boncliff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/Rq0n428hLlI/AAAAAAAAACk/cuIkVTVXurw/s320/boncliff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092770611401403986" 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;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one of B's best friends from college.  Quite a good man indeed.  Unfortunately I didn't get to go b/c it was study time for the MPRE's - the multi state professional responsibility exam.  I had to go to a study session and watch a 6 hour review video.  I will not say any more about this b/c I'm afraid I might bore someone to sleep.  Anyway, I think we are just recently discovering all the beautiful places that we can visit right near home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else is new - just trying to draw the summer out as long as possible.  I'll be checking in again soon.  Hope everyone out there had a lovely &amp; relaxing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-6172836581835880844?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6172836581835880844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6172836581835880844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6172836581835880844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6172836581835880844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-quick-post-about-man-visiting.html' title='Just a Quick Post About A Man Visiting'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/Rq0n4m8hLkI/AAAAAAAAACc/tqmCz84UF3E/s72-c/b%26aman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-664587201565299704</id><published>2007-07-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:38:33.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with B and Lazy Summer Evenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I am again. In true-to-myself form I began this blog with a running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; start and now I've disappeared for a month. But now I have some new pictures to post and write about, and I have no excuse of being kept busy with homework. I love summer evenings when I'm not in school - especially being able to come home and have dinner with B and hang out with him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RqAWdjZftLI/AAAAAAAAACM/8HFahEQgWXM/s1600-h/castleruin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RqAWdjZftLI/AAAAAAAAACM/8HFahEQgWXM/s320/castleruin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089092275902854322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; chat about the day and laugh a lot. I miss that so much during the year when I have to rush off to school right after work. But I'm so thankful that we have these summer evenings and wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwijjZftJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_UOPpcvvDZs/s1600-h/Hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwijjZftJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_UOPpcvvDZs/s320/Hills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087979673214760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kends, and that school is almost done with. I think one of the greatest blessings of b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eing married is having your favorite person in the world righ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t there with you in the same house - to just be with, to laugh, or to talk some problem over that you just can't find a solution to on your own, or just talk about something that your are excited about. Sorry, didn't mean for this post to turn mushy, I know the sarcastic ones are more entertaining - but I know our marriage is a blessing, its time for me to post, and so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes we like to take walks around parks in our area, and B has decided he wants to start a hobby in photography. So this past weekend we drove to an area near us that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; newly restored and the pictures we took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; are scattered throughout this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwbbzZftHI/AAAAAAAAABs/EkrXiCLdNVw/s1600-h/minwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwbbzZftHI/AAAAAAAAABs/EkrXiCLdNVw/s320/minwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087971843489379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwevjZftII/AAAAAAAAAB0/XREtQO6pOI4/s1600-h/raspberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwevjZftII/AAAAAAAAAB0/XREtQO6pOI4/s320/raspberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087975481326679170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever not realize you have terrible posture until you see yourself in pictures? That's a fabulous S-shape I'm forming that I'm sure my chiropractor would be overjoyed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can report there wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e no bites received or squiggly things felt in the water. Anyway, guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwakzZftCI/AAAAAAAAABE/qTw0rd2Siec/s1600-h/Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RpwakzZftCI/AAAAAAAAABE/qTw0rd2Siec/s320/Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087970898596574242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; that's about it for tonight, hope everyone is ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ving a relaxing evening. Thank you to God for all His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2P0EE7gsVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OsHQFL2j_9I/s1600-h/bclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/R2P0EE7gsVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OsHQFL2j_9I/s320/bclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144223550267240786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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;God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgement, because in this world we are like Him. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1 John 4:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8967561126605674169-664587201565299704?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/664587201565299704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=664587201565299704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/664587201565299704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/664587201565299704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-with-b-and-lazy-summer-evenings.html' title='Time with B and Lazy Summer Evenings'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RqAWdjZftLI/AAAAAAAAACM/8HFahEQgWXM/s72-c/castleruin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-6396432021157152110</id><published>2007-06-05T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:49:17.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Swiss Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYIf4CpbXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l0crEO-7cB4/s1600-h/Switzerland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYIf4CpbXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l0crEO-7cB4/s320/Switzerland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072751373991898482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, here I am again. I was trying to search for some updated pictures to post to keep things interesting. Of course B and I got a camera as one of our first joint Christmas gifts and almost 4 years later I still have no idea how to download things from it onto our computer. Anyway, this still being one of my first posts, plus the fact that I can't seem to get any new pictures onto our computer, I thought it an opportune time to explain who the original Swiss Miss is. At the top left you can see a picture of me, my folks (the little lady with the beret and the tan moustached man to my right), my aunt Marie, and finally the original Swiss Miss herself, my Grandma - also named Marie. This is us in Switzerland, where my mom, the Swiss Miss and my grandpa were born and lived til my mom was 7. We went to visit for a few weeks one summer when I was still in college and it was the most beautiful place I've ever been. Anyway, the Swiss Miss is quite a feisty lady - she always threatens B that she'll go and get her stick if he doesn't watch out, and at our wedding she told the photographer to shut up when he tried to sweet talk her into compliance for a picture! When she gets upset she lapses into speaking French (or German, depending what family members are around, although German doesn't really happen unless she's talking on the phone to someone from her side of the family in Switzerland). Oh, she also plays the spoons, I seem to recall her busting them out and playing a little diddy at my birthday party when I turned 10. When I was little I used to sleep at her house every Friday night, she is everything a grandparent should be and more. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My grandpa was wonderful too - I'll post a picture of him as soon as I can find the right one, and I'll save his story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's about it for tonight. I've been through with school for the year for the past few weeks, so it has been great to come home from work and make normal dinners, go for walks and just enjoy the daylight hours. I've been trying out some Thai recipes lately - very good but you have to be courageous with some of those ingredients (especially that fish sauce!) Thank you to those who braved my Hasselhoff post, commented anyway and welcomed me on - I'll be responding soon. Hope everyone is having a blessed week.&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/8967561126605674169-6396432021157152110?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6396432021157152110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=6396432021157152110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6396432021157152110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/6396432021157152110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/06/original-swiss-miss.html' title='The Original Swiss Miss'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYIf4CpbXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l0crEO-7cB4/s72-c/Switzerland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-2805916625444425373</id><published>2007-05-17T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:45:03.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knight Rider...A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...who does not exist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYfo4CpbYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ATZ3xkOQ6uI/s1600-h/david+and+kitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYfo4CpbYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ATZ3xkOQ6uI/s320/david+and+kitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072776817378160002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I realize I may be scaring many potential buddies away with this post, but it has to be known. When I was 4 years old I had a crush on Michael Knight. As you can see from the picture I've posted, these were his best years - note the bushy semi-mullet, the demurely open shirt exhibiting just the appropriate amount of chest hair, the fact that he is at ease because he is resting upon his partner in crime. You can almost smell the cheap cologne wafting off the page in a golden mist that winds its way to caress your nose.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I've been taunted often and with great zeal because of my childhood obsession. I was reminded of this when a friend sent me an embarassingly lame calendar that David (Hasselhoff for those who don't know - but I just don't see how that's possible) insisted upon posing in a bikini and also sans clothing with sharpei puppies provided for discretion (why sharpei puppies???!!). OK, I can't talk about this any further, its getting too embarassing, but hey if I'm gonna be posting about daily life, this is something you should know about. You've been warned............&lt;br /&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/8967561126605674169-2805916625444425373?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2805916625444425373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=2805916625444425373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2805916625444425373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/2805916625444425373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/05/knight-ridera-shadowy-flight-into.html' title='Knight Rider...A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man...who does not exist...'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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/_K9dQWxhZccU/RmYfo4CpbYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ATZ3xkOQ6uI/s72-c/david+and+kitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8967561126605674169.post-1198962638903195330</id><published>2007-05-17T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:28:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is very ironic....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I'm not sure ironic is really the right word. In my last post I predicted that it would take me 16 hours to finish my final. I began it at 10:30 Wednesday morning.........I just finished and it is now 2:30 on Thursday morning. I believe I was spot on with my prediction. (But add some lee-way because I did stop to vacuum up Shalom's wood chips, and B came home and we had to watch the results of American Idol and have dinner (tilapia with mixed vegetables sauteed with basil, garlic and onions and diced mangos with raspberries). I am now delirious and must go to bed before I post my exam on this site with the misguided expectation that anyone else might want to read it. I have a buddy now, I am no longer the only one reading my posts - hi Trish, thank you for my first comment. That is all, I'm going to bed. &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/8967561126605674169-1198962638903195330?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1198962638903195330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=1198962638903195330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1198962638903195330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1198962638903195330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-very-ironic.html' title='This is very ironic....'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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-8967561126605674169.post-1569272155149037842</id><published>2007-05-16T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:46:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be writing my final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I'm new at this blogging business and in the middle of trying to write my Corporations take-home final, so what better way to waste time then make my first post? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My professor told us to take no more than 4 hours in writing this exam.  Of course, now that I'm writing it at home, this time will also include various unnecessary bathroom breaks, check-ins with the Food Network (especially during Everyday Italian) and other breaks to: check on my Chinchilla, Shalom (its getting hot in here and they overheat quickly), fold laundry, look at my toes, turn on the fan, ponder what to have for dinner, plan my running route, check the temperature outside (which is highly relevant to my exam)...........and possibly.........look at my toes again.  I predict it will take me approximately 16 hours to actually write this exam...possibly more if it becomes necessary for me to vacuum up the wood chips that Shalom has thrown on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm surprised at how easily my thoughts are flying on to the keyboard (why doesn't this occur with my final?)  The guilt level is now high enough that its time to return to Corporations.  Guess I'll post this now (although I don't have any buddies yet so I'm the only one who will read it - in fact I'll probably come back and admire it in 5 minutes when it's time for more procrastination).  Wow, I'm awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/8967561126605674169-1569272155149037842?l=storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1569272155149037842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8967561126605674169&amp;postID=1569272155149037842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1569272155149037842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8967561126605674169/posts/default/1569272155149037842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesfromthejuniorswissmiss.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-should-be-writing-my-final.html' title='I should be writing my final'/><author><name>Swissmonica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14940858471938497719</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></feed>
