<?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-558771699753636234</id><updated>2012-01-25T15:46:44.049-06:00</updated><category term='europe scotland biking rain spring'/><category term='waterpark summer waterslides'/><title type='text'>these obvious things</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes i come here to collect my thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8882351875866608886</id><published>2011-02-16T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:18:07.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really time for a new post.</title><content type='html'>obviously i'm still working on blogging more.&lt;br /&gt;there's A LOT going on right now within me, &lt;br /&gt;i'm not really sure how much i'll share on here&lt;br /&gt;but it could be a suitable outlet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll test the waters later today&lt;br /&gt;but first, afternoon has just arrived&lt;br /&gt;and i'm compelled to go wandering outside&lt;br /&gt;since that's not something i've done&lt;br /&gt;since november.  &lt;br /&gt;sure, there's been plenty of teeth chattering&lt;br /&gt;shuffling to the car and each respective destination&lt;br /&gt;but time spent enjoying the sun on my face?&lt;br /&gt;time spent breathing deeply of nature's scented air?&lt;br /&gt;time spent &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; outside, not just enduring it?&lt;br /&gt;awake, nicole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8882351875866608886?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3909286917555178182</id><published>2010-07-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:46:36.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this again</title><content type='html'>I said I was going to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;That was in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting started is the hardest part right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so a random thought post then,&lt;br /&gt;ease the pressure off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy and humid today&lt;br /&gt;which is not unlike most days this summer.&lt;br /&gt;This rain and humidity has taken a toll &lt;br /&gt;on Scott and I's garden.&lt;br /&gt;Many nasty creatures thrive in this water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive earwigs eating everything, a few too many slugs,&lt;br /&gt;and now early blight is plaguing our tomato plants.&lt;br /&gt;This means that after this year we can't plant &lt;br /&gt;tomatoes in our garden for three years&lt;br /&gt;because it takes that long for &lt;br /&gt;all the fungal spores to die.&lt;br /&gt;How did we even get early blight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh the birds and squirrels&lt;br /&gt;have been eating whatever they can.&lt;br /&gt;I've planted beets twice.&lt;br /&gt;The seeds get eaten the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew a gorgeous yellow zucchini plant.&lt;br /&gt;It had flowers just getting ready to open.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from work last Saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;a squirrel had chewed right through the entire main stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn and we've got five new zucchini sprouts &lt;br /&gt;growing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could bring me to tears,&lt;br /&gt;and it might&lt;br /&gt;but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about spending some quality time&lt;br /&gt;with one or two of my other hobbies,&lt;br /&gt;maybe take my mind off of nature's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe start blogging more.&lt;br /&gt;And not always about my garden, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3909286917555178182?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3909286917555178182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-try-this-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3909286917555178182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3909286917555178182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-5801212534361063177</id><published>2010-03-16T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:16:26.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>um...wow</title><content type='html'>so i only made THREE blog entries last year.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me a little sad &lt;br /&gt;so i think i'm going to try a little harder this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not right now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write later, i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8306625552395243507</id><published>2009-08-04T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:17:57.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breath in, breath out</title><content type='html'>Someday I'll start blogging regularly again.&lt;br /&gt;And start using capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;I've had to use capital letters&lt;br /&gt;out of necessity lately &lt;br /&gt;but I don't yet know if it will stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting married in just over two months.&lt;br /&gt;My fiance and I are behind in our planning.&lt;br /&gt;We gave ourselves less than four months to&lt;br /&gt;plan this whole thing and I knew I'd start&lt;br /&gt;freaking out when there was only two months left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has gotten done, so much still to do.&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to keep it simple but planning events&lt;br /&gt;that involve fancy dresses and suits, &lt;br /&gt;professional photography,&lt;br /&gt;200 other people, &lt;br /&gt;food for those 200 other people,&lt;br /&gt;and blah, blah, blah, it's just not simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very blessed, very happy with our plans,&lt;br /&gt;very excited to celebrate with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are just days &lt;br /&gt;when I don't know how to get everything done &lt;br /&gt;and I find myself afraid that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to procrastinate too much&lt;br /&gt;and wake up on my wedding day&lt;br /&gt;with my to-do list only half done.&lt;br /&gt;"Well...it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; a wedding...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I should go get something done.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm overwhelmed it helps &lt;br /&gt;to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just a tiny bit of progress can make me calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring, stress-relieving words.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try harder to entertain next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8306625552395243507?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8306625552395243507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/breath-in-breath-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8306625552395243507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8306625552395243507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/breath-in-breath-out.html' title='breath in, breath out'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6968297400113287113</id><published>2009-01-27T17:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:18:55.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the longest winter vol. II</title><content type='html'>i crave winter,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy almost every part of it&lt;br /&gt;but these days i'm growing weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do relish these quiet, cozy months.&lt;br /&gt;this is a time for candle light,&lt;br /&gt;catching up on good t.v., &lt;br /&gt;having long conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my christmas tree is till up,&lt;br /&gt;displaying its dry, furled branches.&lt;br /&gt;snowflakes are one of my favorite things,&lt;br /&gt;i just don't ever get tired of them.&lt;br /&gt;i've been baking dozens of cookies every week.&lt;br /&gt;that's pure wintertime fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to go ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;or traverse the frozen lake i pass&lt;br /&gt;everyday on my way home from work&lt;br /&gt;because winter is not nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;there's still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;nearly always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the middle months of winter&lt;br /&gt;catching up on 3 seasons of LOST&lt;br /&gt;with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and i have hawaii stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i've never taken a warm-weather vacation.&lt;br /&gt;never seen a white, sandy beach.&lt;br /&gt;are they even real?&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think they're &lt;br /&gt;made-up places that only exist &lt;br /&gt;in photographs and movies.&lt;br /&gt;i crave, deeply crave,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the sun on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it here.&lt;br /&gt;i like winter.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get away for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little cameo on LOST?&lt;br /&gt;that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-6968297400113287113?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6968297400113287113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/longest-winter-vol-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6968297400113287113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6968297400113287113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/longest-winter-vol-ii.html' title='the longest winter vol. II'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-9176484128235661524</id><published>2009-01-15T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:52:35.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there are wild squirrels in my house.</title><content type='html'>i don't know how many.&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought that maybe &lt;br /&gt;we just had some very active mice &lt;br /&gt;living in the space between &lt;br /&gt;the first and second floors of my house.&lt;br /&gt;no, the mice are just hanging out&lt;br /&gt;in my roommate's food cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;they eat his food and then poo on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the critters living in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;are most definitely squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;it's too freaking cold right now &lt;br /&gt;to investigate the situation&lt;br /&gt;and banish the intruders&lt;br /&gt;but this weekend they're in for it.&lt;br /&gt;they hang out on the roof of the back porch,&lt;br /&gt;the same roof that my bedroom window looks out on.&lt;br /&gt;somehow they've made/found a hole along where&lt;br /&gt;the porch roof meets the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for weeks they've been scampering about,&lt;br /&gt;right under my room.&lt;br /&gt;they're probably really pumped about&lt;br /&gt;this warm home they found&lt;br /&gt;and are, i'm sure, quite settled in.&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad for them, i don't trust squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen what they can do to a garden&lt;br /&gt;and i've also had my life threatened&lt;br /&gt;by a squirrel over a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even want his candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;you may be wondering how a squirrel can be so &lt;br /&gt;threatening and the only thing i can say &lt;br /&gt;is that it was in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't have to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we don't know quite how to get rid&lt;br /&gt;of our unwanted tenants.&lt;br /&gt;if we just patch up the hole&lt;br /&gt;it's likely that we will seal them in &lt;br /&gt;where they will either die and smell &lt;br /&gt;or they'll work their way into &lt;br /&gt;the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a couple days &lt;br /&gt;to come up with a plan. &lt;br /&gt;i wish it didn't have to come to this.&lt;br /&gt;i kind of want to leave the squirrels a letter &lt;br /&gt;explaining the situation and then they can &lt;br /&gt;leave of their own volition.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that would work.&lt;br /&gt;they'd probably just eat the note or &lt;br /&gt;make curtains out of it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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house.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-2608956343350665412</id><published>2008-11-18T23:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:26:18.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy wintertime</title><content type='html'>it's time for travel!&lt;br /&gt;when i hit the road i like going to exotic places &lt;br /&gt;like iowa and north dakota.&lt;br /&gt;but really, home is where your family is&lt;br /&gt;so i'm incredibly excited.&lt;br /&gt;and at least my family-seeing travels&lt;br /&gt;take me to alaska once or twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;after half of my nuclear family moved&lt;br /&gt;to anchorage a few years ago &lt;br /&gt;people would often ask me &lt;br /&gt;if i was planning on moving there someday too.&lt;br /&gt;the question always surprised me because&lt;br /&gt;as it was i already lived six hours away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pondered the idea&lt;br /&gt;but now i know i wouldn't live there.&lt;br /&gt;it's a breathtaking place but&lt;br /&gt;winter in anchorage is very long&lt;br /&gt;and there's something unsettling about &lt;br /&gt;four hours of light in december &lt;br /&gt;and four hours of dark in july.  &lt;br /&gt;i'm used to huge swings in daylight hours &lt;br /&gt;from winter to summer&lt;br /&gt;but it's something else altogether up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a ton of photos on my most recent visit&lt;br /&gt;this past august and now that my computer&lt;br /&gt;is working again i plan to get them posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;i've become so lazy about posting photos these days.&lt;br /&gt;it's butt cold outside now so there's not much else&lt;br /&gt;to do anyway.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-2608956343350665412?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2608956343350665412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-wintertime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2608956343350665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2608956343350665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-wintertime.html' title='happy wintertime'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3938317362720772265</id><published>2008-10-13T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:29:08.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainy day off</title><content type='html'>i haven't been online much&lt;br /&gt;as of late&lt;br /&gt;due to my computer being &lt;br /&gt;somewhat broken.&lt;br /&gt;it's taking longer than it should&lt;br /&gt;to fix it&lt;br /&gt;partly because i've been only&lt;br /&gt;half-heartedly trying to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the positive side,&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally getting all my files&lt;br /&gt;properly backed up&lt;br /&gt;as i should have a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that,&lt;br /&gt;my garden is still enjoying&lt;br /&gt;this warm fall.&lt;br /&gt;i am freezing and drying lots&lt;br /&gt;of different produce on a daily basis,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm determined to get through at least &lt;br /&gt;half of winter without buying a single tomato.&lt;br /&gt;i think i might even have enough for the length of&lt;br /&gt;this northern winter but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also going to have a bounty of habanero peppers&lt;br /&gt;in the coming days so if you have any idea what&lt;br /&gt;to do with dozens of fiery peppers, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3938317362720772265?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3938317362720772265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3938317362720772265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3938317362720772265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainy-day-off.html' title='a rainy day off'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8185314178036446073</id><published>2008-09-21T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:20:03.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to get back into the habit&lt;br /&gt;of using my blog more.&lt;br /&gt;i used to blog several times a week&lt;br /&gt;but that was mostly back during&lt;br /&gt;xanga's heyday.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i feel like summarizing.&lt;br /&gt;a bullet-point entry of sorts&lt;br /&gt;except the drawn-out kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of bullets,&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend and i almost got caught&lt;br /&gt;in gunfire whilst driving through&lt;br /&gt;north minneapolis last monday.&lt;br /&gt;bullets rang out 100 feet in front of us&lt;br /&gt;and folks went running.  &lt;br /&gt;we were shaken but fine&lt;br /&gt;and as far as i know no one was shot.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my favorite part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both scott's garden and mine are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;spring came very late this year and our only &lt;br /&gt;hope of having a decent harvest would be &lt;br /&gt;if fall arrived late too.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy to say that it is still in the 70's&lt;br /&gt;nearly every day, sometimes even 80.  :)&lt;br /&gt;in spite of the warm fall&lt;br /&gt;the shorter daylight hours are encouraging&lt;br /&gt;the leaves to turn and it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am almost sub-consciously &lt;br /&gt;preparing for winter.&lt;br /&gt;wintertime here lasts many, many months&lt;br /&gt;and this means lots of time in the house.&lt;br /&gt;i've never liked the color or decorating &lt;br /&gt;in my dining room&lt;br /&gt;(which is very open to the livingroom)&lt;br /&gt;and i finally worked up the motivation &lt;br /&gt;to paint the room and also change everything else &lt;br /&gt;about it that i found drab.&lt;br /&gt;the room has gone from being a dark reddish-maroon&lt;br /&gt;to a bright spring green.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm working on curtains, photos for the wall, candles,&lt;br /&gt;all of the this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my boyfriend and i &lt;br /&gt;are playing with legos (really!)&lt;br /&gt;and i've got to get back to building a castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8185314178036446073?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8185314178036446073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8185314178036446073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8185314178036446073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-there.html' title='hey there'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-5096087057054124712</id><published>2008-09-09T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:25:21.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pins and needles</title><content type='html'>two weeks ago i was diagnosed with&lt;br /&gt;carpal tunnel syndrome&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;my left thumb has been tingly all evening&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i awake in the morning to&lt;br /&gt;painful and clumsy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought only people who spent &lt;br /&gt;their days typing got this disorder &lt;br /&gt;but i was ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natually i've been reading online about cts&lt;br /&gt;so that i can properly understand and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;tonight i came across &lt;a href="http://www.carpaltunnel.com/home/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this gem of a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.carpaltunnel.com/home/images/CD6U9467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.carpaltunnel.com/home/images/CD6U9467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he promises that &lt;br /&gt;"the hand center will care for you,&lt;br /&gt;just as i care for my own family"&lt;br /&gt;i would not let this guy near my hands.&lt;br /&gt;he's way too tan and way too excited&lt;br /&gt;about that needle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-5096087057054124712?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5096087057054124712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/pins-and-needles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/5096087057054124712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/5096087057054124712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/pins-and-needles.html' title='pins and needles'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-853163788608700746</id><published>2008-09-05T00:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:20:00.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>see ya, rnc</title><content type='html'>i'll admit i was excited about the convention,&lt;br /&gt;and not because i'm a republican (i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;but because i thought having my city in the national&lt;br /&gt;spotlight would be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many riots, peaceful protests and &lt;br /&gt;(hundreds) of arrests later, i'm glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;the national news hasn't had much to say about the&lt;br /&gt;conflict between st. paul police and the protestors &lt;br /&gt;and press but it's been significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not having been over there myself&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to believe that the police were being reasonable &lt;br /&gt;and that those who were being tear-gassed, tazed, beat,&lt;br /&gt;detained and arrested were being altogether &lt;br /&gt;unreasonable and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly knew better but i wanted to believe&lt;br /&gt;that only those who were being a threat were&lt;br /&gt;themselves being threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then wednesday afternoon my boyfriend, scott, &lt;br /&gt;rode his bike through downtown minneapolis &lt;br /&gt;to pick up a textbook he'd ordered &lt;br /&gt;that was waiting for him at the post office.&lt;br /&gt;he biked along a road he takes often &lt;br /&gt;as it has a bike lane.&lt;br /&gt;during the ride he saw a small barricade in the road,&lt;br /&gt;nothing too significant &lt;br /&gt;and there were no signs to indicate &lt;br /&gt;that he couldn't continue on through-&lt;br /&gt;no construction or anything that might explain it.&lt;br /&gt;(we now suppose that someone of significance was in the area).&lt;br /&gt;he noticed some officers on the corner but they were&lt;br /&gt;just standing around and so scott road along,&lt;br /&gt;thinking nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway down the block the officers saw him and one of them&lt;br /&gt;yelled, "hey!  get out of here!  you can't be here!"&lt;br /&gt;scott immediately obeyed,&lt;br /&gt;turned around and went back out the way he came &lt;br /&gt;and was going to find another way &lt;br /&gt;to get to the other side of downtown.&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason the police weren't gonna have that &lt;br /&gt;and about six officers started to chase him.&lt;br /&gt;one of the officers yelled to the others, &lt;br /&gt;"anyone can grab him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scott was aware of the aggressive behavior&lt;br /&gt;the police in st. paul have been exhibiting all week&lt;br /&gt;and was very afraid &lt;br /&gt;so he pedaled with all his might &lt;br /&gt;until he was safely away from the officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so upset when he told me the story later.&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing the officers didn't lay a hand on him because&lt;br /&gt;i.would.have.come.unglued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good-bye national spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-853163788608700746?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/853163788608700746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-ya-rnc.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/853163788608700746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/853163788608700746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/see-ya-rnc.html' title='see ya, rnc'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6686086023739204082</id><published>2008-08-01T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:32:10.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doing this when i should be doing that</title><content type='html'>i'm at that stage of nearing vacation where i'm anxious&lt;br /&gt;and feel like there's too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;packing, laundering, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;arranging for the cat, fish and garden &lt;br /&gt;to all be tended and loved.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have to have my whole life&lt;br /&gt;caught up and organized before i go.&lt;br /&gt;this is silly as i'm only going to be gone for five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should wash the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;and balance my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work tonight&lt;br /&gt;and again tomorrow afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and we fly out at 8am on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i wasting time blogging? &lt;br /&gt;it's an outlet of sorts, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to get something done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-6686086023739204082?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6686086023739204082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/08/doing-this-when-i-should-be-doing-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6686086023739204082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6686086023739204082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/08/doing-this-when-i-should-be-doing-that.html' title='doing this when i should be doing that'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-9093497204291271179</id><published>2008-07-23T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:01:18.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and it rained all night</title><content type='html'>two days ago i booked a flight to alaska&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so excited.  &lt;br /&gt;august third through the eighth,&lt;br /&gt;five full days with my family.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen my little niece since last october.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bringing mah boyfriend with&lt;br /&gt;so that's just going to be extra fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alaska has had a dark, rainy summer&lt;br /&gt;and no where in the nation is gas more expensive&lt;br /&gt;so tourism is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;this is good news for me &lt;br /&gt;as my sister informed me that everything is discounted&lt;br /&gt;and we're hopefully going to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/dena/"&gt;denali&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't mind a rainy vacation.&lt;br /&gt;my family, my boyfriend, my raincoat and alaska.&lt;br /&gt;sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-9093497204291271179?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9093497204291271179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-it-rained-all-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/9093497204291271179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/9093497204291271179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-it-rained-all-night.html' title='and it rained all night'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8062668263984402344</id><published>2008-07-08T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:46:54.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme a green thumb</title><content type='html'>i'm a month or so into my first vegetable garden.&lt;br /&gt;i was a little behind in my planting &lt;br /&gt;but spring came very late this year &lt;br /&gt;and preparing a new garden bed is no easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent weeks ripping up sod, turning up the soil,&lt;br /&gt;sending soil samples off to the lab,&lt;br /&gt;amending the nutrients and ph based on the test results,&lt;br /&gt;adding manure, coffee grounds, peat alternative&lt;br /&gt;and any other good organic material i could get my dirty hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hardening them off,&lt;br /&gt;i finally was able to put into the ground&lt;br /&gt;the plants i started indoors way back in march&lt;br /&gt;(yay short northern growing season)&lt;br /&gt;and put the shorter season seeds into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now the proud owner of:&lt;br /&gt;basil - 2 plants&lt;br /&gt;rosemary - 2&lt;br /&gt;chives - uh, chives probably exist on mars, they are annoyingly hardy&lt;br /&gt;spicy oregano - 1&lt;br /&gt;habanero - 1&lt;br /&gt;jalepeno - 5 i think&lt;br /&gt;heirloom red bell pepper - 6 i think&lt;br /&gt;tomatillo - 4&lt;br /&gt;sundried tomato - 1&lt;br /&gt;black krim tomato - 1&lt;br /&gt;heirloom brandywine tomato - 4&lt;br /&gt;broccoli - 4&lt;br /&gt;corn stalks - 15 or so&lt;br /&gt;peas and beans too numerous to count&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend has way more in his garden&lt;br /&gt;(eggplant, zucchini, pumpkins, cauliflower, i could go on) &lt;br /&gt;plus i have a bit of a lead problem so we kept&lt;br /&gt;all the leafy greens and root veggies in his garden,&lt;br /&gt;just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, i'm now at the stage of pests and diseases.&lt;br /&gt;my black krim tomato plant has aphids and my broccoli&lt;br /&gt;has cute but voracious cauliflower caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined to be as organic as i can &lt;br /&gt;with this garden of mine&lt;br /&gt;so i'm off to &lt;a href="http://www.motherearthgarden.com/"&gt;mother earth gardens&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;to purchase a bag&lt;br /&gt;of lady beetles for the aphids &lt;br /&gt;and garden netting for the caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;no chemicals here, no way.&lt;br /&gt;this is all new to me so with every issue that arises&lt;br /&gt;i'm researching and learning the best and safest way&lt;br /&gt;to deal with the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably waaay too much garden info for most folks&lt;br /&gt;but it's most of what i've been up to lately&lt;br /&gt;and obviously something i'm really excited about right now.&lt;br /&gt;next time i think i'll post some photos.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect too much, though.&lt;br /&gt;it's still a baby garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8062668263984402344?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8062668263984402344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimme-green-thumb.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8062668263984402344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8062668263984402344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimme-green-thumb.html' title='gimme a green thumb'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3820006304421451873</id><published>2008-05-07T00:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:13:29.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photos here and there</title><content type='html'>i've got hundreds of photos i need to put up on my flickr.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to photoshop them first but since my photoshop&lt;br /&gt;skills are still very weak i think i'm just going to start&lt;br /&gt;dumping photos into my flickr like crazy and then replace them&lt;br /&gt;with better versions later on.&lt;br /&gt;i've also got a random assortment of photos&lt;br /&gt;i just emailed to myself from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;please note that i purchased my phone&lt;br /&gt;for its reception, not its photo-taking, capabilities : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2472270077_15736a8f44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2472270077_15736a8f44.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a real camera photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/2472319729_7b4edea0a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/2472319729_7b4edea0a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more on my little &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theseobviousthings/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not much, but it's a start&lt;br /&gt;and it's now bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3820006304421451873?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3820006304421451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/05/photos-here-and-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3820006304421451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3820006304421451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/05/photos-here-and-there.html' title='photos here and there'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2472270077_15736a8f44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1342397895001776508</id><published>2008-03-25T23:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:50:29.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the longest winter</title><content type='html'>yesterday i slipped on a snowbank&lt;br /&gt;and slid underneath my boyfriend's car&lt;br /&gt;as i was attempting entry.&lt;br /&gt;i landed on my bottom&lt;br /&gt;and my head smacked hard&lt;br /&gt;into (thankfully) soft snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just laid there, laughing and crying,&lt;br /&gt;kind of confused as to how one can go from standing&lt;br /&gt;to being on the ground so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting into and out of a car&lt;br /&gt;on the passenger side in winter&lt;br /&gt;is challenging and requires a certain level of skill&lt;br /&gt;that obviously i don't always posses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, it's winter as usual.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, the first day of spring was last week.&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit hard to tell through the piles of snow&lt;br /&gt;that fell that day and the following two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding some spring here and there.&lt;br /&gt;today i resumed my compost pile,&lt;br /&gt;throwing into the yard and not into the trash&lt;br /&gt;my orange rind and a grapefruit that went bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also recently bought a &lt;a href="http://www.treetrust.org/orderhere/index.html?"&gt;maple tree&lt;/a&gt; that will be&lt;br /&gt;ready to be picked up the first weekend of may!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gathering up my garden seeds&lt;br /&gt;and shopping for a new bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;just in case spring arrives.&lt;br /&gt;you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1342397895001776508?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1342397895001776508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/longest-winter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1342397895001776508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1342397895001776508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/longest-winter.html' title='the longest winter'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-4355495620178337820</id><published>2008-02-27T13:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:58:07.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mace to the face</title><content type='html'>having had no experience with pepper spray,&lt;br /&gt;and having recently been given some to carry for safety,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to test out the sprayer to make sure that&lt;br /&gt;it was ready to go should i need it.&lt;br /&gt;was it pump action or a contant stream of pepper spray?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know and thought i should.&lt;br /&gt;the directions clearly stated to test the sprayer outside&lt;br /&gt;but it was cold out there so i sprayed a little into the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;just a little.&lt;br /&gt;then i decided i better rinse it down the sink&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i thought hot water would be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;hot water produces steam obviously&lt;br /&gt;and steam full of pepper spray is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i effectively pepper sprayed my entire household&lt;br /&gt;as well as a few guests who were over at the time.&lt;br /&gt;not a full blast to the face, of course,&lt;br /&gt;but there was plenty of coughing and stinging between us all.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just do dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-4355495620178337820?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4355495620178337820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/mace-to-face.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4355495620178337820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4355495620178337820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/mace-to-face.html' title='mace to the face'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8468138815654808476</id><published>2008-02-21T19:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:30:13.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>button button, who has the button?</title><content type='html'>just in case anyone who reads this&lt;br /&gt;has ever entertained the idea&lt;br /&gt;that i was a cool kid,&lt;br /&gt;i should inform you that one of the things that&lt;br /&gt;has been occupying my time this week&lt;br /&gt;is organizing my button collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently acquired a shoebox full of buttons,&lt;br /&gt;some of them still on their vintage packaging.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tying the matching buttons together with book-binding string&lt;br /&gt;and organizing them all according to color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very girl-nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's winter in minnesota&lt;br /&gt;and an unusually cold one at that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just trying to find things to do around the home&lt;br /&gt;besides eating all the day and evening long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never have i a wanted a warm-weather vacation&lt;br /&gt;more than these past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8468138815654808476?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8468138815654808476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/button-button-who-has-button.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8468138815654808476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8468138815654808476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/button-button-who-has-button.html' title='button button, who has the button?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6926526428233896182</id><published>2008-01-25T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:39:19.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i still tell you my every day</title><content type='html'>it's been the coldest of the cold here for a couple weeks&lt;br /&gt;and my skin is crackling!&lt;br /&gt;humidifier and baby oil to the rescue but it's not quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a little bored being here in this house all the time&lt;br /&gt;but what can you do, really, when merely one step outside&lt;br /&gt;makes all that winter snot that normally runs down your face&lt;br /&gt;freeze in your nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight boredom was kept far away by baking ginger cookies&lt;br /&gt;and eating five of them with a big glass of one percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was followed by making fireflies in the dark&lt;br /&gt;using very dry, static-laden laundry.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think it was possible,&lt;br /&gt;fireflies in january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-6926526428233896182?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6926526428233896182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still-tell-you-my-every-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6926526428233896182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6926526428233896182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still-tell-you-my-every-day.html' title='i still tell you my every day'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-4296907231386772282</id><published>2008-01-11T01:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:31:15.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>anybody out there?</title><content type='html'>no posts in december?!&lt;br /&gt;it was a busy month,&lt;br /&gt;i used my computer to listen to music&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;a christmas celebration here,&lt;br /&gt;another one there&lt;br /&gt;and a friend's wedding in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat at home and did a puzzle on new year's eve&lt;br /&gt;and that was enough excitement for me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i looked at my clock around midnight,&lt;br /&gt;just to know when seven became eight.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-4296907231386772282?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4296907231386772282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/anybody-out-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4296907231386772282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4296907231386772282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/anybody-out-there.html' title='anybody out there?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-7528614611713631148</id><published>2007-11-27T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:11:33.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>the high today was 18.&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty cold.&lt;br /&gt;not biting and painfully cold,&lt;br /&gt;but close.&lt;br /&gt;i'll save the words 'biting' and 'painful'&lt;br /&gt;for those days that never do make it above zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy seeing the thick clouds of breath and car exhaust&lt;br /&gt;that appear when the air gets this cold.&lt;br /&gt;there's something very familiar and constant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting my tenth month without a car&lt;br /&gt;and still enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;mostly.&lt;br /&gt;i've not been brave enough to bike the last couple weeks&lt;br /&gt;but the bus is kind enough to take me where i need to go.&lt;br /&gt;i should get a better coat and some goggles&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll be set.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not up for biking with stinging, watery&lt;br /&gt;and eventually frozen eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-7528614611713631148?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7528614611713631148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7528614611713631148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7528614611713631148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-7016616561395128578</id><published>2007-11-21T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:11:37.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where did i go?</title><content type='html'>this is a much overdue post.&lt;br /&gt;and a weak one at that&lt;br /&gt;as it's almost bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try harder next time, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm way behind on all things internet right now.&lt;br /&gt;blogs, photos, emails, everything.  yikes.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going to north dakota&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the week&lt;br /&gt;where i'll be lucky to have phone service.&lt;br /&gt;but it's time for some family, some stuffing, some vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the vegetables!&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for gravy all over my plate&lt;br /&gt;and running around with my littlest cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you have a lovely holiday.&lt;br /&gt;make sure you stuff your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-7016616561395128578?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7016616561395128578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-did-i-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7016616561395128578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7016616561395128578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-did-i-go.html' title='where did i go?'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1643161319242488960</id><published>2007-10-25T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:21:43.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>storypeople</title><content type='html'>i love &lt;a href="http://www.storypeople.com"&gt;this stuff&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can spend hours reading stories online&lt;br /&gt;since i don't yet own any of the books.&lt;br /&gt;i only wish the drawings were posted&lt;br /&gt;along with the stories but&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they're funnier when i'm left to my own devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce &amp;amp; puree &amp;amp; crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garage sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had that last big garage sale she floated off into the sky &amp;amp; I heard her say there was nothing keeping her here anymore &amp;amp; I was much more cautious about the stuff I got rid of after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dropping like flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I like people until they give me reason not to, she said. Some days they just drop like flies, though, she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crayon pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. What does it mean? I said. A pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said &amp;amp; then he pulled his eye patch down &amp;amp; turned and sailed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiet prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age &amp;amp; have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day filled with the glow of ordinary things &amp;amp; we passed them quietly from hand to hand for a long time  &amp;amp; someone said she had picked a perfect day to be born &amp;amp; I think all of us felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cultural fable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Once upon a time there was a pig who spoke eight languages &amp;amp; did sculpture with pieces of wood &amp;amp; rusted metal he found on his travels. One day he was out in the woods working on a new installation piece &amp;amp; he met a family from a small town in Tennessee. They had been walking for days. The dad saw the pig &amp;amp; said what are you doing, little piggie? They were all quite surprised when the pig said working with counterbalanced forces using found objects. They all stood around &amp;amp; looked at the piece for a long time. No one said anything. Finally, the dad shrugged &amp;amp; turned to the mom &amp;amp; said I don't know much about art but I know what I like &amp;amp; then they killed the pig &amp;amp; ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(title unknown to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My grandfather used to come home from work &amp;amp; he'd stomp twice on the porch with his big boots &amp;amp; he'd say, It's time to be afraid &amp;amp; we'd start screaming &amp;amp; my sister hid behind the piano &amp;amp; I'd hide in the hall closet that smelled like moth balls &amp;amp; it would get very quiet &amp;amp; then he would say, Now, it's time to be very afraid &amp;amp; then we'd start laughing &amp;amp; he'd drag us out, one under each arm, &amp;amp; give us toffee &amp;amp; chocolates &amp;amp; to this day whenever someone says it's time to be afraid, I scream for a little while like everybody else, but I'm really just waiting for the treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div 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title='storypeople'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-4364748507495008930</id><published>2007-10-17T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:47:13.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you settle?</title><content type='html'>yikes, my desk chair is not so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of being cozy in my bed&lt;br /&gt;whilst spending time on the interweb.&lt;br /&gt;i've not had a laptop in awhile and&lt;br /&gt;it's bad sleep hygiene (how silly did that sound?)&lt;br /&gt;to use the computer in my sleeping place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the look of my simple wooden desk chair&lt;br /&gt;but i may have to get something bigger, uglier&lt;br /&gt;and more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;but onto more important things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlers_of_Catan"&gt;settlers of catan&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;it's my new thing and this thursday&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to play &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cities-and-Knights-of-Catan/dp/B00005LDWX/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-6911928-6865444?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1192603470&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;cities and knights&lt;/a&gt; for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;can.not.wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-4364748507495008930?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6221118284013878148</id><published>2007-10-10T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:57:34.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>modern medicine is failing me</title><content type='html'>for two years i've had a very recurring sickness.&lt;br /&gt;it most often consists of pressure&lt;br /&gt;behind my eyes and in my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my eyes feel warm in their sockets.&lt;br /&gt;i often have a mild sore throat,&lt;br /&gt;a sneeze here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing major or full blown&lt;br /&gt;but enough to make me uncomfortable,&lt;br /&gt;irritated and unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;the most difficult aspect of all this is that&lt;br /&gt;these symptoms are always accompanied by fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;the tiredness is hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;my thinking gets cloudy and my personality dissipates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when this first hit two years ago&lt;br /&gt;i was sick like this almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be healthy about one day a week&lt;br /&gt;and then be plunged right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple months&lt;br /&gt;things lessened but i still get sick like this too often,&lt;br /&gt;several days a week every couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;recently things have escalated again and i'm up to&lt;br /&gt;two or three days a week of this crap.&lt;br /&gt;as an example,&lt;br /&gt;i was sick two weeks ago sunday, monday and tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;then again this past sunday and monday.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was grand but i've been sore in the head&lt;br /&gt;and tired all day today.&lt;br /&gt;exact same symptoms every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my t-cells, red blood cells and whatever else&lt;br /&gt;checked two years ago and everything was normal.&lt;br /&gt;every doctor i've talked to about this gets a puzzled&lt;br /&gt;look on their face and my heart just sinks.&lt;br /&gt;they tell me to make sure i eat right,&lt;br /&gt;exercise daily and get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i know those things.  i do those things.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you lovely people stay healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-6221118284013878148?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6221118284013878148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/modern-medicine-is-failing-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6221118284013878148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6221118284013878148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/modern-medicine-is-failing-me.html' title='modern medicine is failing me'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-168345562660797407</id><published>2007-10-10T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:50:25.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cozy insides</title><content type='html'>i just discovered the wonderfulness&lt;br /&gt;that is hot apple cider and rum.&lt;br /&gt;how i've missed this all my above age life&lt;br /&gt;i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a big drinker&lt;br /&gt;but oh my goodness, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;this could become a wintertime habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's crisp outside tonight&lt;br /&gt;and my friends and i all wore&lt;br /&gt;knit scarves and hats to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;i think people are adorable in scarves and hats.&lt;br /&gt;winter can bring it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-168345562660797407?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/168345562660797407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/cozy-insides.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/168345562660797407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/168345562660797407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/cozy-insides.html' title='cozy insides'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-2666744259294795460</id><published>2007-09-30T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:58:36.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hiding out</title><content type='html'>i've got a few goofy people stories&lt;br /&gt;that i've accumulated in less than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking around my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;with my roommate, ben, in the bright afternoon sun.&lt;br /&gt;a middle-aged man biked up behind us&lt;br /&gt;and hollered, "hey!"&lt;br /&gt;we turned to him and he said,&lt;br /&gt;"my name's michael!"&lt;br /&gt;as he biked in front of us he continued,&lt;br /&gt;"two ships passing in the night.&lt;br /&gt;you take care of her...or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man was off but didn't seem creepy&lt;br /&gt;so i was taken aback by his last three words.&lt;br /&gt;my jaw hit the floor and then i started laughing&lt;br /&gt;because nothing of what he said&lt;br /&gt;made sense on its own or collected together.&lt;br /&gt;city living can be pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was biking to work and the first part of my commute is&lt;br /&gt;on the sidewalk as i live on a one-way and need to go&lt;br /&gt;against traffic in order to get to the bike path.&lt;br /&gt;this is usually not a big deal, the few people i encounter&lt;br /&gt;move to the side and i bike along my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i came upon an older gentleman, his dog,&lt;br /&gt;a middle-aged gal and her dog.&lt;br /&gt;they filled the sidewalk but as i drew near she saw me,&lt;br /&gt;moved to the side and alerted the man to move.&lt;br /&gt;he stepped aside but jumped a little first,&lt;br /&gt;the sight of me coming must've startled him.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't moving too fast&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was completely out of the way&lt;br /&gt;as i approached and went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something was upsetting about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;because the lady freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;right after i passed she screamed,&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"&lt;br /&gt;i knew i hadn't done anything&lt;br /&gt;so i just kept biking, she was scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;"STOP!!!!  GET BACK HERE!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"&lt;br /&gt;i turned to look again and she was hot on my trail,&lt;br /&gt;barreling after me with her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not feeling like getting screamed at in my face or&lt;br /&gt;something worse&lt;br /&gt;i started pedaling double time&lt;br /&gt;and yelled back at her,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE PSYCHO!"&lt;br /&gt;she chased me a little longer and then gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a little bad for yelling at her&lt;br /&gt;but the whole thing was so bizzare and frightening.  dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes after arriving at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a little group of folks comes into the cafe&lt;br /&gt;after their a.a. meeting&lt;br /&gt;every saturday right as we open.&lt;br /&gt;they're all really nice and quirky and women.&lt;br /&gt;except for one older guy.&lt;br /&gt;he's usually the first to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;one of the gals in the group&lt;br /&gt;always drinks decaf with milk&lt;br /&gt;and he's taken to telling me whether&lt;br /&gt;she'll be arriving or not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why he does this but it's endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was setting menus on his table&lt;br /&gt;and as he walked by me he said,&lt;br /&gt;"the coffee lady will be coming today!"&lt;br /&gt;and as he said this he patted me about four times&lt;br /&gt;with the back of his hand--directly on my bum.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't think he meant to do this,&lt;br /&gt;he just patted right where his hand fell at his side&lt;br /&gt;which happened to be at that exact level on my body.&lt;br /&gt;he was completely oblivious so i just walked away,&lt;br /&gt;furrowing my brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-2666744259294795460?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2666744259294795460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-hiding-out.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2666744259294795460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2666744259294795460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-hiding-out.html' title='i&apos;m hiding out'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-7865000566325805159</id><published>2007-09-26T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:05:12.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'll get a vespa</title><content type='html'>i had a relatively inefficient day.&lt;br /&gt;my workplace was absolutely dead&lt;br /&gt;and i got sent home after two hours,&lt;br /&gt;with no earnings in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm a server.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a doctor's appointment at 3p.m.&lt;br /&gt;and i scheduled it so that i'd have&lt;br /&gt;just the right amount of time to bike over after work&lt;br /&gt;as my clinic is fairly near my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting off work several hours early messed up that plan&lt;br /&gt;so i biked home, showered, had a snack&lt;br /&gt;and then took the bus to my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this turned out to be a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;after my appointment i ran out to the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;and happily discovered that the next bus&lt;br /&gt;was to come by in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and it did.&lt;br /&gt;but it flew around the corner and down the block&lt;br /&gt;before stopping at a nearby stop.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to wait for the next bus,&lt;br /&gt;which wasn't due to arrive for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked over to the other bus stop&lt;br /&gt;and waited. and waited.&lt;br /&gt;and then a rather large black man walked up&lt;br /&gt;and told me that i was at the wrong stop.&lt;br /&gt;he takes the 12 everyday and said that the bus alternates&lt;br /&gt;stops and that it would be stopping around the corner&lt;br /&gt;and down the block. &lt;br /&gt;where i originally had been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man and i conversed for awhile and then he said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"see that man over there?"&lt;br /&gt;he pointed across the street to a white-haired gentleman&lt;br /&gt;wearing a dark suit and carrying a weathered brown shoulder bag.&lt;br /&gt;he was coming our way, hurried and disheveled.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"well, when he shows up that means the bus is almost here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two men take the bus everyday&lt;br /&gt;and they took turns complaining about&lt;br /&gt;the horrible state of this particular bus line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually boarded the bus&lt;br /&gt;and before i even sat down i heard a voice say,&lt;br /&gt;"no bike today?"&lt;br /&gt;it was a boy that comes into the cafe with his grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;an avid cyclist, he's seen me on the trails&lt;br /&gt;and we've visited several times.&lt;br /&gt;he had lots of acquaintances on the bus&lt;br /&gt;as many of them ride together everyday.&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole world i didn't know existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to switch buses partway home&lt;br /&gt;but my transfer ticket had expired&lt;br /&gt;due to aforementioned circumstances&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to walk the dozen blocks home&lt;br /&gt;rather than pay another $2.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would have been a 30 minute bike ride&lt;br /&gt;or 15 minute car ride was a&lt;br /&gt;1 hour and 45 minute trip home.&lt;br /&gt;today was one of those days where&lt;br /&gt;owning car would have been alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-7865000566325805159?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7865000566325805159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-ill-get-vespa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7865000566325805159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7865000566325805159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-ill-get-vespa.html' title='maybe i&apos;ll get a vespa'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1088489915583407911</id><published>2007-09-25T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:13:53.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love me some food</title><content type='html'>i just looked at my recent &lt;a href="http://www.wedge.coop/index.html"&gt;grocery&lt;/a&gt; receipt&lt;br /&gt;and there's a line printed that tells me&lt;br /&gt;that out of the $48.81 that i spent,&lt;br /&gt;$32.23 was spent on local products/companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sustainable agriculture is exciting to me.&lt;br /&gt;grocery shopping is really fun but it always takes me forever&lt;br /&gt;because a lot of factors go into each item in my cart.&lt;br /&gt;besides just deciding what the heck i need to buy&lt;br /&gt;there are other questions.&lt;br /&gt;where is this item sourced?&lt;br /&gt;does it contain trans-fat?  high-fructose corn syrup?  preservatives?&lt;br /&gt;do i pay extra for local/organic?&lt;br /&gt;when an item is available as local or organic but not both,&lt;br /&gt;which is best?  (my current answer is usually local.)&lt;br /&gt;how was this animal treated before&lt;br /&gt;part of it ended up in this package i'm holding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i compare different brands of the same item&lt;br /&gt;to see if one is more nutritious that the other.&lt;br /&gt;what if the healthier item isn't local?&lt;br /&gt;this one has more vitamin a, this one more fiber, hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can easily spend an hour in the store,&lt;br /&gt;just shopping for one silly person&lt;br /&gt;but i really enjoy the process and view it as&lt;br /&gt;an opportunity to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groceries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1088489915583407911?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3473835403053954681</id><published>2007-09-20T00:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:17:55.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary</title><content type='html'>i should be reading.&lt;br /&gt;or writing with pen and paper--&lt;br /&gt;nah, i'm too tired for that.&lt;br /&gt;i think reading sounds lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i do i'm going to type something here.&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe i'm too tired for that, too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 28 years old, probably too old to be writing&lt;br /&gt;a completely self-absorbed and pointless blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm completely self-absorbed and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall is eating eating at my insides.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so melancholy at times.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about this to a friend&lt;br /&gt;and he said that fall accentuates&lt;br /&gt;wherever he is emotionally at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made a lot of sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's a melancholy fall this year.&lt;br /&gt;it will serve its purpose,&lt;br /&gt;whether i know what that is or not&lt;br /&gt;whether i like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3473835403053954681?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3473835403053954681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3473835403053954681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3473835403053954681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-diary.html' title='dear diary'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-4126522390257406124</id><published>2007-09-16T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:27:00.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sailing!</title><content type='html'>i''ve been stopping on my bike ride home from work&lt;br /&gt;to do some swinging on swings&lt;br /&gt;at lake calhoun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only swing on the chilly days,&lt;br /&gt;when there's no one else around&lt;br /&gt;just a few sailboats on the lake&lt;br /&gt;and the occasional passing jogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy the solitude,&lt;br /&gt;music in my ears&lt;br /&gt;singing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;the breeze blows through&lt;br /&gt;my growing-out hair,&lt;br /&gt;flowing back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remove my sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;to let all the sunlight in,&lt;br /&gt;reminding myself to enjoy it now&lt;br /&gt;it will be hard to find soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided it would be fun to leave a sailboat&lt;br /&gt;on the lake all through fall and into winter&lt;br /&gt;so that it freezes into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;i imagine a bundled-up someone&lt;br /&gt;walking across the lake and climbing into their sailboat,&lt;br /&gt;putting their feet up and just enjoying the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-4126522390257406124?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4126522390257406124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sailing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4126522390257406124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4126522390257406124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sailing.html' title='i&apos;m sailing!'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3526852049375256973</id><published>2007-09-07T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:03:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost time for my long winter's nap</title><content type='html'>i flew across my yard on my slip 'n slide last night.&lt;br /&gt;after dark and just as the raindrops started to fall, of course.&lt;br /&gt;it's more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaves are starting to turn&lt;br /&gt;and sunlit hours are waining.&lt;br /&gt;i think it might be fall now.&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;this very day.&lt;br /&gt;it was hot all week but that's over and done&lt;br /&gt;and soon it will be sweater weather.&lt;br /&gt;then slowly i'll add my scarf, my mittens, my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having thoughts about pumpkin patches and apple orchards.&lt;br /&gt;i decided i'm going to make pies this fall and winter.&lt;br /&gt;lots of them. &lt;br /&gt;it will help keep the house warm and my belly full of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3526852049375256973?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3526852049375256973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-almost-time-for-my-long-winters-nap.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i went to the state fair this evening.&lt;br /&gt;minnesota boasts the second largest state fair in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;second only to texas, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had plans of eating cheese curds, mini donuts, maybe a corn dog&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i didn't eat one single fried thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i did have a yummy corn on the cob (on a stick!)&lt;br /&gt;and then i was able to throw the cob, stick and paper napkin&lt;br /&gt;in a giant compost bin so that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw al franken,&lt;br /&gt;fought the urge to take home a wobbly newborn lamb,&lt;br /&gt;and rode a pretty sweet carnival ride that&lt;br /&gt;was originally built in 1920.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all faired out.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too introverted for large, dense crowds.&lt;br /&gt;they're such energy suckers.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1079804517666882117?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1079804517666882117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/fallin-asleep-at-my-computer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1079804517666882117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1079804517666882117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/fallin-asleep-at-my-computer.html' title='fallin&apos; asleep at my computer'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3474991642301427320</id><published>2007-08-26T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:58:58.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let us hope that we are all preceded in this world by a love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; recently discovered a lovely little film called &lt;a href="http://www.sweetlandmovie.com/"&gt;sweet land&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's a love story; a slow, simple, and quiet love story.&lt;br /&gt;while the film is mostly spoken in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the female lead character speaks almost exclusively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;german&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her words are deliberately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unsubtitled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the language barrier is effectively portrayed&lt;br /&gt;and yet the performances are so good&lt;br /&gt;that there's no question about what's being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lighting in almost every frame is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;whether it's a room lit by kerosene&lt;br /&gt;or the sun shining on a wheat field.&lt;br /&gt;the love story is understated.&lt;br /&gt;it takes its time&lt;br /&gt;and this creates a depth and believability&lt;br /&gt;that i think are lacking in so many romantic films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the film was shot and takes place&lt;br /&gt;in southern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes it all the more charming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relatable&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;rent it, borrow it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; lend you my copy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;it's not a perfect film, i don't want to build it up&lt;br /&gt;to an impossible level,&lt;br /&gt;but it's very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3474991642301427320?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3474991642301427320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-us-hope-that-we-are-all-preceeded.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3474991642301427320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3474991642301427320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-us-hope-that-we-are-all-preceeded.html' title='let us hope that we are all preceded in this world by a love story'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1798363308327761155</id><published>2007-08-25T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:03:00.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in biking</title><content type='html'>yesterday was drizzly and overcast&lt;br /&gt;and at 3pm i had before me the task&lt;br /&gt;of biking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;they stir up abundance inside of me&lt;br /&gt;and leave me in this lovely place&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between peaceful and energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i set out on my bike,&lt;br /&gt;rainy day songs playing in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;raindrops making my eyelids flutter.&lt;br /&gt;i had the bicycle path to myself&lt;br /&gt;on this most fortunate of days&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to practice bicycling with no hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things went surprisingly well and before long&lt;br /&gt;i was able to steer around curves in the path&lt;br /&gt;and even relax my arms&lt;br /&gt;and put them by my sides&lt;br /&gt;instead of holding them outstretched&lt;br /&gt;to keep my balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain felt good running down my hair,&lt;br /&gt;dripping off my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and i sang like no one was listening because&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, no one was.&lt;br /&gt;except those raindrops&lt;br /&gt;but they're good secret keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was shining but the air was cool&lt;br /&gt;and i was once again biking home around the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had worn my sweatshirt during my morning ride&lt;br /&gt;but no longer needed it so i had tied it&lt;br /&gt;around my handlebars.&lt;br /&gt;but it became loose early in my ride and somehow,&lt;br /&gt;whilst tightening my sweatshirt's hold on my bike,&lt;br /&gt;i lost control and went flying down a small&lt;br /&gt;hill filled with bushes that separates&lt;br /&gt;the bike path from the walking path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing to be done,&lt;br /&gt;i was going too fast and could not stop.&lt;br /&gt;through the bushes i flew&lt;br /&gt;and i finally crashed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;on the asphalt walking path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just laid on the ground for a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;feeling a little shocked and a little embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;my head was downhill from my legs,&lt;br /&gt;legs which were also intertwined&lt;br /&gt;in both my bike and the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get up but the laws of physics had other plans&lt;br /&gt;and things hurt all over so i gave up,&lt;br /&gt;put my head back down, and started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;it was the only thing to be done, really.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully two mom ladies came running over&lt;br /&gt;to see if i was okay and one of them&lt;br /&gt;picked my bike up for me which enabled me&lt;br /&gt;to pick myself up off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;i assured them i was fine,&lt;br /&gt;thanked them for their kindness&lt;br /&gt;and got back on my bike,&lt;br /&gt;my pride mostly intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was bleeding, in a lot of pain,&lt;br /&gt;and had dirt and gravel embedded in multiple places on my body,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but laugh all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i had made quite scene&lt;br /&gt;and there had been plenty of people there&lt;br /&gt;to see the whole thing go down.&lt;br /&gt;i think falling is really funny&lt;br /&gt;and i hope they all got a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;at my expense.   i really mean that.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they had compassion, too,&lt;br /&gt;but i really hope they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my battle wounds are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;a somewhat deep scratch on the back of my left leg,&lt;br /&gt;a chunk taken out of my left knee (still some dirt in there),&lt;br /&gt;a swollen scrape on my left hip (definitely a small piece of gravel in there),&lt;br /&gt;two painful, lumpy bruises near my left elbow,&lt;br /&gt;broken blood vessels in both palms,&lt;br /&gt;lots of dirt and gravel deeply embedded into my right palm,&lt;br /&gt;it stinking hurts to bend my left arm and my neck is a little sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i'm going to get a helmet this week&lt;br /&gt;since if i'd landed on my head instead of my side&lt;br /&gt;things could have been bad.&lt;br /&gt;plus i promised my mom when i started biking&lt;br /&gt;that i'd get a helmet, and promises are for keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1798363308327761155?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1798363308327761155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/adventures-in-biking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1798363308327761155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1798363308327761155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/adventures-in-biking.html' title='adventures in biking'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-7026836438599593162</id><published>2007-08-22T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:54:19.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tree hugger (part 2)</title><content type='html'>at work a few days ago i had a table of four folks,&lt;br /&gt;two of whom were native american.&lt;br /&gt;one of them was an older gentleman,&lt;br /&gt;and through the course of conversation&lt;br /&gt;i learned that he was a dakota indian&lt;br /&gt;and his tribe existed right where we were standing&lt;br /&gt;until about 1840.&lt;br /&gt;he was dressed in a bright salmon shirt,&lt;br /&gt;his long gray hair intertwining&lt;br /&gt;with his many necklaces&lt;br /&gt;made of beads and animal claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were an altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;group of people&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoyed hearing bits of their&lt;br /&gt;conversation every time i walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came over to clear a few plates&lt;br /&gt;he asked if i was studying anything in school&lt;br /&gt;and i said i was not in school anymore&lt;br /&gt;but had attended college,&lt;br /&gt;had studied theatre and biblical languages.&lt;br /&gt;and then i added the usual,&lt;br /&gt;"but i might go back because i really&lt;br /&gt;would like to study ecology."&lt;br /&gt;one of the gals at the table said,&lt;br /&gt;"see.  you were right."&lt;br /&gt;i stood there in a confused state&lt;br /&gt;and then she said,&lt;br /&gt;"he told us you were an environmentalist,"&lt;br /&gt;and nodded toward the old man.&lt;br /&gt;"are you a tree hugger?" he asked, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;i started to laugh and told him that yes i was&lt;br /&gt;and i had climbed a tree just days ago.&lt;br /&gt;he said he can tell things about people&lt;br /&gt;and he could tell i cared about the environment&lt;br /&gt;and that i had a special affection for trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then had an interesting discussion about the earth,&lt;br /&gt;exchanging viewpoints from our respective belief systems.&lt;br /&gt;"man was not given dominion over the earth to exploit it&lt;br /&gt;but to care for it..."&lt;br /&gt;it was very enjoyable except for the part where&lt;br /&gt;my boss got mad at me for talking to them for too long.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-7026836438599593162?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7026836438599593162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/tree-hugger-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7026836438599593162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/7026836438599593162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/tree-hugger-part-2.html' title='tree hugger (part 2)'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-4775106308971111634</id><published>2007-08-13T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:52:15.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tree hugger</title><content type='html'>this afternoon i rode bikes with a couple friends&lt;br /&gt;and we stopped for a rest at the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful park in minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;my friends helped me climb a tree that i've&lt;br /&gt;wanted to climb for years.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not tall enough to reach the lowest branch&lt;br /&gt;so i always contented myself with splashing&lt;br /&gt;in the nearby fountain instead.&lt;br /&gt;but these friends understand the significance&lt;br /&gt;of a good climbing tree&lt;br /&gt;and worked together to help me climb it.&lt;br /&gt;once the three of us were settled into its branches&lt;br /&gt;we just sat for awhile and enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pleased to finally be in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop marveling at the fact that i was sitting there,&lt;br /&gt;with my friends on either side.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment it was the very best place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-4775106308971111634?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4775106308971111634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/tree-hugger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4775106308971111634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/4775106308971111634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/tree-hugger.html' title='tree hugger'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8587927383476028564</id><published>2007-08-07T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:33:25.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>caution: me behind the wheel</title><content type='html'>i just got my new driver's license in the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;i renewed it last saturday,&lt;br /&gt;the day before it expired.&lt;br /&gt;due to this expiration&lt;br /&gt;i had to renew it before i could rent&lt;br /&gt;a car for the weekend and drive to my grandparents' farm.&lt;br /&gt;not only does enterprise pick you up,&lt;br /&gt;they drive you to get your license renewed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i had to be driven to the dmv and back&lt;br /&gt;by an enterprise rent-a-car employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'd just gotten back from a week and a half in alaska&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just tried to do to much too soon because&lt;br /&gt;twenty miles down the road,&lt;br /&gt;in my rented chrysler p.t. cruiser (i know, i know),&lt;br /&gt;i got a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;75 in a 60.&lt;br /&gt;i was within spitting distance of the 'speed limit 70' sign.&lt;br /&gt;an hour after that i barrelled into&lt;br /&gt;two garbage-can-sized pylons.&lt;br /&gt;i dented the hood, took out a side mirror&lt;br /&gt;and scraped an entire side of the car.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always get the optional insurance through&lt;br /&gt;the rental agency, my friends.  always.&lt;br /&gt;if something happens all you do is hand them the keys,&lt;br /&gt;sign a form containing your explanation of what happened&lt;br /&gt;and walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel bad but they said cars come back damaged&lt;br /&gt;more often then not.&lt;br /&gt;i guess if i'm gonna get in an accident&lt;br /&gt;it might as well be with a corporation's car&lt;br /&gt;and with their car insurance&lt;br /&gt;instead of with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm sticking to my bike for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8587927383476028564?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8587927383476028564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/caution-me-behind-wheel.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8587927383476028564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8587927383476028564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/caution-me-behind-wheel.html' title='caution: me behind the wheel'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-725933839180489802</id><published>2007-08-03T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:55:09.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and we all fall down</title><content type='html'>my favorite view of downtown minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;was from the 35W bridge&lt;br /&gt;and this was especially true at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've spoken with others in the last day,&lt;br /&gt;i've learned that many people&lt;br /&gt;felt the same way i did&lt;br /&gt;when seeing the skyline and the river&lt;br /&gt;as they drove across that bridge.&lt;br /&gt;there are other bridges that cross&lt;br /&gt;the mississippi into downtown&lt;br /&gt;but none with a view that compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've driven that stretch of road hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;the bridge was a major part of daily life in the cities.&lt;br /&gt;it scares me that it fell and people suffered.&lt;br /&gt;it scares me that we don't have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know exactly how our city will function&lt;br /&gt;without that bridge for the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will change the way the city grows,&lt;br /&gt;where people work and live.&lt;br /&gt;it will cause some neighborhoods and businesses to thrive&lt;br /&gt;and others to wither.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it won't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;and we'll all get it figured out after a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-725933839180489802?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/725933839180489802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-we-all-fall-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/725933839180489802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/725933839180489802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-we-all-fall-down.html' title='and we all fall down'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-2153917059990609197</id><published>2007-07-25T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:15:10.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wildlife is crazy</title><content type='html'>maybe i'm just ignorant&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't know that moose could swim.&lt;br /&gt;i went kayaking today at &lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.ak.us/parks/units/chugach/eklutna.htm"&gt;lake eklutna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during our lunch break&lt;br /&gt;my sister, her husband and i&lt;br /&gt;watched a moose swim across the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly, we didn't even realize it was a moose until it&lt;br /&gt;rose out of the water and walked on shore.&lt;br /&gt;we'd all seen the odd dark formation&lt;br /&gt;glide across the water but thought it was driftwood,&lt;br /&gt;not a head and huge antlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also found mt. doom.&lt;br /&gt;yep.  it was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-2153917059990609197?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2153917059990609197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/wildlife-is-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2153917059990609197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2153917059990609197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/wildlife-is-crazy.html' title='wildlife is crazy'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6352955512175002177</id><published>2007-07-19T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:59:55.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>land of the midnight sun</title><content type='html'>it's almost midnight and not dark yet&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to record a video of it in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to post it until i get back, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a sea otter today and golly, it was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd recorded it swimming around&lt;br /&gt;but there's no trace of it on my camera&lt;br /&gt;so apparently i didn't push the button correctly.  oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired so this is all i can come up with right now.&lt;br /&gt;still a little jet-lagged, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-6352955512175002177?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6352955512175002177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/land-of-midnight-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6352955512175002177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/6352955512175002177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/land-of-midnight-sun.html' title='land of the midnight sun'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1553556597583979176</id><published>2007-07-15T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:43:26.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a northward traveler</title><content type='html'>i'm flying to alaska in twelve hours.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i've managed to not pack yet.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, just having to pack for cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;has me feeling pretty confidant in my swift packing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been very social in the two weeks&lt;br /&gt;since then and i can't think of hardly a night that i spent&lt;br /&gt;sitting at home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;phew.  i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited to be going to alaska but&lt;br /&gt;i'm already missing my own little room,&lt;br /&gt;my friends, my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna come with and keep me company&lt;br /&gt;on the plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1553556597583979176?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1553556597583979176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-flying-to-alaska-in-twelve-hours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1553556597583979176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1553556597583979176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-flying-to-alaska-in-twelve-hours.html' title='a northward traveler'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-1216865789965011770</id><published>2007-07-10T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:59:08.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>be still my tummy</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to drink some airborne&lt;br /&gt;but it's just not sitting well with my taste buds tonight.&lt;br /&gt;not that it ever tastes good&lt;br /&gt;but it's so repulsive to me right now&lt;br /&gt;that even looking at the glass makes&lt;br /&gt;my stomach a little sickly.&lt;br /&gt;swallow, gag, shudder.  repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always had an aversion to medication.&lt;br /&gt;my mom had to bribe me to take that crazy pink&lt;br /&gt;amoxicillin when i was a child.&lt;br /&gt;tablets and capsules weren't much easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;and i have NEVER been able to handle cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;that stuff tastes like liquid death.&lt;br /&gt;i was a pretty healthy kid and she always said&lt;br /&gt;that i hated medicine so much that i willed myself&lt;br /&gt;to never get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn how to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-1216865789965011770?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1216865789965011770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-trying-to-drink-some-airborne-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1216865789965011770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/1216865789965011770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-trying-to-drink-some-airborne-but.html' title='be still my tummy'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3505535201139767581</id><published>2007-07-04T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:15:43.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am, wordless again</title><content type='html'>i've not posted for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's because i'm not sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?  any questions?&lt;br /&gt;for months most everything i've written has&lt;br /&gt;been a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't me begging for compliments,&lt;br /&gt;rather i'm just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my lack of actual writing,&lt;br /&gt;inside i'm feeling a resurgence in my desire to write.&lt;br /&gt;this doesn't mean that anything will come to fruition&lt;br /&gt;but being given the desire to create again feels good.&lt;br /&gt;i give up too easily so for now, i'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;it's been declared here so you can hold me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3505535201139767581?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3505535201139767581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-i-am-wordless-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3505535201139767581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3505535201139767581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-i-am-wordless-again.html' title='here i am, wordless again'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-6375918584698306184</id><published>2007-06-16T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:02:39.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting snippy</title><content type='html'>operation 'grow hair out'&lt;br /&gt;suffered a little setback this week.&lt;br /&gt;hairdressers have a hard time stopping, i think.&lt;br /&gt;at one point i could tell my hair was about&lt;br /&gt;as trimmed as i wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;but chunks of hair just kept falling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;if i were bolder i would have squeaked out, "enough!...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;but i just sat there and watched&lt;br /&gt;my happily&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; grown-out hair disappear.&lt;br /&gt;i like my haircut i guess but, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i want my hair back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  at this moment i  am listening to a few songs&lt;br /&gt;from mandy moore's upcoming album that are on her website.&lt;br /&gt;i kept reading things about this record all over the place&lt;br /&gt;so i had to see what all the fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;'kay.  i just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;br /&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/558771699753636234-6375918584698306184?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6375918584698306184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/operation-grow-hair-out-suffered-little.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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waterslides'/><title type='text'>hand me the sunscreen please</title><content type='html'>i donned my swimsuit for the first time this summer&lt;br /&gt;and went to a water park today.&lt;br /&gt;this water park had a really intense wave pool&lt;br /&gt;that literally was too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even progress forward to the deeper&lt;br /&gt;end of the pool because the waves were so strong&lt;br /&gt;that i kept getting thrown backwards.&lt;br /&gt;the pool was crammed full of bodies&lt;br /&gt;and each time a ginormous wave came through&lt;br /&gt;we'd all get slammed into each other.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;the waves really made me want to see the ocean again&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also had dippin' dots for the first time&lt;br /&gt;in over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how they stick to the inside&lt;br /&gt;of your mouth in much the same way&lt;br /&gt;as metal does in winter.&lt;br /&gt;now, why do i stick metal in my mouth in winter?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;i probably do things like put my keys in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;so i can put on my mittens.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i DO NOT lick flagpoles&lt;br /&gt;'cause we all know that's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-2755489033420310815?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2755489033420310815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-donned-my-swimsuit-for-first-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2755489033420310815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/2755489033420310815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-donned-my-swimsuit-for-first-time.html' title='hand me the sunscreen please'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-3174540658407092754</id><published>2007-06-06T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:15:53.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hard hat area</title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to start volunteering with&lt;br /&gt;'habitat for humanity.'&lt;br /&gt;i attended an orientation session this evening&lt;br /&gt;and i was really impressed with what i've learned&lt;br /&gt;so far about habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a relatively small number of paid employees&lt;br /&gt;but rely very heavily on volunteers in every part&lt;br /&gt;of the process of providing homes.&lt;br /&gt;as a volunteer you can build houses on site,&lt;br /&gt;work in the office, be on the 'family selection committee',&lt;br /&gt;help plan events and fundraisers,&lt;br /&gt;help plan home dedications and on the list goes.&lt;br /&gt;it's an extremely volunteer-based organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll soon spend my mondays&lt;br /&gt;building houses with other volunteers&lt;br /&gt;and habitat families.  awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-3174540658407092754?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3174540658407092754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-im-going-to-start-volunteering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3174540658407092754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/3174540658407092754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-im-going-to-start-volunteering.html' title='hard hat area'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-8689523271975002826</id><published>2007-06-02T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:10:40.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe scotland biking rain spring'/><title type='text'>it looks like rain for all of us</title><content type='html'>i went shopping for a vintage dress after work today (success!)&lt;br /&gt;even though rain was imminent.&lt;br /&gt;the deluge began shortly before i needed to hop&lt;br /&gt;back on my bike and ride the dozen blocks home.&lt;br /&gt;the gal at the store, herself a fellow biker, helped me&lt;br /&gt;make a raincoat out of a garbage bag and off i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've biked in sprinkling rain a number of times this spring,&lt;br /&gt;which i love, but i realized during my ride home&lt;br /&gt;that i hadn't biked in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;since i was in scotland two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our hostel in the port town of oban, on scotland's western coast,&lt;br /&gt;my friend jennifer and i met two boys&lt;br /&gt;who had been studying abroad in edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;they were from florida and australia,&lt;br /&gt;school was over and they were doing some traveling&lt;br /&gt;before returning home.&lt;br /&gt;they invited us to bike with them the next day&lt;br /&gt;on the isle of mull, a ferry ride to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day began with glorious sunshine but before long&lt;br /&gt;the rain started falling and it didn't really stop.&lt;br /&gt;scotland in mid-april is not warm,&lt;br /&gt;especially when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;and it was always raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing gloves, my down vest&lt;br /&gt;and of course my raincoat&lt;br /&gt;but i was still miserably cold.&lt;br /&gt;poor jennifer didn't have a raincoat&lt;br /&gt;and was soggy and freezing.&lt;br /&gt;but we were determined to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;and refused to give up and go back.&lt;br /&gt;meeting other travelers had thus far proved&lt;br /&gt;harder than we expected&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't want to spend the day&lt;br /&gt;wandering around drizzly little oban by ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;although jenn did look at me once with&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of despair in her eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know if i can do this."&lt;br /&gt;but on we pressed and eventually&lt;br /&gt;the rain became a sprinkle and&lt;br /&gt;the sun found holes in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;and peeked through to warm our chilly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped keeping a travel journal two weeks&lt;br /&gt;into my five-week trip and i keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;i need to sit down and write as much as i can still remember.&lt;br /&gt;i've surely lost a few memories already&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to lose any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-8689523271975002826?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8689523271975002826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-looks-like-rain-for-all-of-us.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8689523271975002826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/8689523271975002826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-looks-like-rain-for-all-of-us.html' title='it looks like rain for all of us'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14878863762393749601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/242162161_77290a5a0c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-558771699753636234.post-5973074334699488141</id><published>2007-05-29T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:08:30.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to ditch my xanga for awhile&lt;br /&gt;and i finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird here.&lt;br /&gt;i've had my xanga for...let me check...1,315 days.&lt;br /&gt;that's over 3 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;how silly that i feel a tiny sense of loss&lt;br /&gt;over something so insignificant and intangible.&lt;br /&gt;xanga doesn't have feelings,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't care that i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xanga was my first little piece of the internet&lt;br /&gt;and although i reserve most of my truly personal thoughts&lt;br /&gt;for kin and paper journals, i have put a lot of myself&lt;br /&gt;into those entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/558771699753636234-5973074334699488141?l=theseobviousthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5973074334699488141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theseobviousthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-blog-yeah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/558771699753636234/posts/default/5973074334699488141'/><link rel='self' 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