<?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-12274810</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:27.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A cluttered mind...</title><subtitle type='html'>"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." ~ Lazarus Long</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-5984715882609359544</id><published>2008-08-26T22:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:13:57.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late One Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiVZQHZiCJI/SLTiCZ0kshI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yp6OuNRBdSs/s1600-h/matpro_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiVZQHZiCJI/SLTiCZ0kshI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yp6OuNRBdSs/s320/matpro_e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060797457740306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful experience tonight. I spent the evening with women. A variety of women. It was a "Magical Women's" gathering. It was a chance to meet some amazing women from different walks of life who simply wanted to share a meal and and evening in the company of other women. We ate, drank wine, talked, laughed, danced. I was truly magical and I was blessed to be a part of it. I want to thank the universe for providing me the opportunity to be a part of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiVZQHZiCJI/SLTiJRQBLRI/AAAAAAAAACE/BiXkjZLJz7A/s1600-h/Namaste-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QiVZQHZiCJI/SLTiJRQBLRI/AAAAAAAAACE/BiXkjZLJz7A/s200/Namaste-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239060915416018194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-5984715882609359544?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/5984715882609359544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=5984715882609359544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/5984715882609359544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/5984715882609359544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-one-night.html' title='Late One Night...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QiVZQHZiCJI/SLTiCZ0kshI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yp6OuNRBdSs/s72-c/matpro_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-2740330658969620910</id><published>2007-09-15T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:32:37.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, it's Saturday. I'm currently hanging out at home with my kid. He's playing Zelda on the Gamecube and is totally enthralled. I've been checking out Facebook applications and hitting MySpace. I was intending to work on scanning some pictures out of my mom's photo album. Pics of stuff that I don't have so that I can work on Scrapbooking them. I haven't been scrapbooking much lately because I'm stuck at Spring Break 2004 untill I can get these photos scanned. It's just time consuming and I can't seem to get it done because I am the queen of procrastination. I spent the morning hanging out with Tom. We slept in and had a late breakfast and watched Buffy &amp;amp; Angel. I've totally got him hooked. The TV on DVD thing rocks. We've watched all of the West Wing and Six Feet Under. We've also watched the first 2 seasons of House and Firefly. I've watched Season 1 of Bones, all of Gilmore Girls and One Tree Hill and now I'm watching Dark Angel. And that's just the DVD sets. I'm watching a bunch of current shows that I record on my DVR. Last season I watched Heros, Studio 60 (I'm SOOO sad they cancelled that show! =&lt;), Desperate Housewives, Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters, Bones, American Idol, The 4400 and a bunch of other stuff. I'm such a TV junkie. So anyway...Enough stalling. I'm going to get started on scanning these pics. Wish me luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-2740330658969620910?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/2740330658969620910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=2740330658969620910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/2740330658969620910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/2740330658969620910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-saturday.html' title='On a Saturday...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-8356411904340781984</id><published>2007-09-10T18:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:33:12.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm pondering life today. It's been over a year since I posted anything and not much has changed...and a lot has. I'm still at the same job, still with the same guy, still have a great kid. I'm taking chemistry(which I hate) because I want to eventually get my BSN, but I'm feeling like it will take me an age to get it done because I can't take more than one class at a time because I have to work full time. I have to work full time because I'm a single mom, sending her kid to private school and trying to maintain my accustomed lifestyle. No, I can't give up my daily lattes and my eBay addiction. I'm trying to cope with the onset of winter blahs and an overwhelming avalanche of "ex" issues. All of which should not really be issues, but I'm having them. I spent the weekend at a retreat where the subject of one of my exes came up. The "dark one". The one who I got almost suicidally depressed over. I'm sad to say he still triggers me. I hate talking about that time in my life. But it came up and I had to deal. I'm still working on letting that one go. And then another ex reveals he is bi-sexual. On his MySpace page. And though I shouldn't care, I do. Because I still feel guilty about the way I treated him and the way things ended. And becasue I worry about my friends. I don't want to see them get hurt. But, I need to get over it. It's not my life... And of course there's always my ex-husband and the fact that I think it's his life's goal to make me want to open a vein. I'm starting to despise him. And I don't like that feeling. I want to let go of all of that too. Goddess...grant me the serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-8356411904340781984?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/8356411904340781984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=8356411904340781984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/8356411904340781984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/8356411904340781984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-115940551051862420</id><published>2006-09-27T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:07:26.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A visitor from across the pond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryonny visits Idaho, USA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, August 29th, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/04199534ac36669ea2a97bc232e85d0cff7be8e6e06fc4d1bd1e23d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bry at the Perrine Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, September 3rd, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/57188356e88a1815a5c47742c8159b1d56598ba81a6289e62c5dd6b2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/57188356e88a1815a5c47742c8159b1d56598ba81a6289e62c5dd6b2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jill &amp; Bry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lunch at the Rooesvelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in Hailey, Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/354268923a5113449803685e2c23f19168bb30ac17306a4ee7882a22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jill, Tom, Dan &amp;amp; Stephanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the Ice Caves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;North of Shoshone, Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks for coming Bry! It was a pleasure to have you and you're welcome back anytime! Someday I may come visit you across the Pond! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-115940551051862420?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/115940551051862420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=115940551051862420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/115940551051862420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/115940551051862420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2006/09/visitor-from-across-pond.html' title='A visitor from across the pond...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-115759478355925683</id><published>2006-09-06T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:33:46.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to let go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are times when we just have to learn to let go. We may cling to something... a person, an ideal, an object... but there may come a point when you have to put faith in your Higher Power and let go. I find my self clinging often. I dig my teeth and my heels in and refuse to let go of &lt;strong&gt;my way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can be a stubborn bitch if I want things my way. I cry, I yell, I argue and fight and threaten. I can be manipulative in the worst way. And I will defend my behavior as right. Because when I get in that mood, no one else could possibly know better than me. No one could possibly understand the situation better than me. And the kicker is... I may be right. But it may not be the only right thing. The other party may have a vaild point or idea. They may have an opinion that is perfectly legit. They may see a better, smarter or safer way to do things. But I get so blinded by my self rightousness, I can't see the sense in what they are saying. So my goal for myself is to learn to let go. To learn to see from someone elses point of view. To hear their thoughts with an open mind and an open heart. To learn to compromise. Because in the end I am only hurting myself and I am tired of being hurt. I need to see the fear that motivates my selfish attitudes and to walk through it. I will come out the other side a better and stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/let%20go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-115759478355925683?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/115759478355925683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=115759478355925683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/115759478355925683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/115759478355925683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-let-go.html' title='A time to let go....'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-114904493291612802</id><published>2006-05-30T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:52:07.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heart may freeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or it can burn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pain will ease if &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live this moment as my last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's only us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's only this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or life is yours to miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No day but today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To know what's right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No day but today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I trust my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only goal&lt;br /&gt;Is just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's only now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's only here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give in to love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or live in fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No other way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No day but today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-114904493291612802?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/114904493291612802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=114904493291612802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/114904493291612802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/114904493291612802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-113233699976396445</id><published>2005-11-18T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T17:00:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/lessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/lessons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There’s some things that I regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some words I wish had gone unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some starts that had some better endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been some bad times I ’ve been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damage I could not undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some things I wish I could do all all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it don’t really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When life gets that much harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It makes you that much stronger, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some pages turned, some bridges burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But there were lessons learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every tear that had to fall from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every day I wondered how I’d get through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every change life has thrown me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m thankful for every break in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m grateful for every scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some pages turned, some bridges burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But there were lessons learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There’s mistakes that I have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some chances I just threw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some roads I never should’ve taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been some signs I didn’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hearts that I hurt needlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some wounds that I wish I could have one more chance to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it don’t make no difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The past can’t be re-written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You get the life you’re given, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some pages turned, some bridges burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But there were lessons learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every tear that had to fall from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every day I wondered how I’d get through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From every change life has thrown me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m thankful for every break in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m grateful for every scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some pages turned, some bridges burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But there were lessons learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the things that break you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are all the things that make you strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You can’t change the past coz it’s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And you gotta just move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s all lessons learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrie Underwood ~ "Lessons Learned"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-113233699976396445?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/113233699976396445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=113233699976396445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/113233699976396445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/113233699976396445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/11/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-113126743427791140</id><published>2005-11-06T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T02:02:09.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/tred.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/tred.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/blue.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were drawn from the weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were brave like soldiers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the pale moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were holding to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a someone broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I couldn't tell you but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm telling you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you're falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me hold you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we both fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/walkwithme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/walkwithme.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/Eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/Eternity.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would stand in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were free like water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flowing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the warmth of the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/walkwithme.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's cold and we're scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we've both been shaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, this doesn't need to be the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/TheGiftFem.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you're falling apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we both fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me everything you want me to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/TheGiftFem.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/TheGiftFem.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/tTheGiftMale.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/tTheGiftMale.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll be there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever it's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may need me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To carry all your weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're no burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I assure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tide me over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a warmth I'll not forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can only give you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ever the Same" ~ Rob Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-113126743427791140?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/113126743427791140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=113126743427791140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/113126743427791140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/113126743427791140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-same.html' title='Ever the Same'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-112613320359940451</id><published>2005-09-07T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:03:26.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clumsy Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clumsylovers.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/clbanner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/clumsylovers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/clumsylovers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L to R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Homey&lt;/strong&gt; -- banjo, mandolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trevor Rogers&lt;/strong&gt; -- vocals, guitar, harmonica, precussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea Lewis&lt;/strong&gt; -- fiddle, vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Jonat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -- bass guitar, vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gord Robert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -- drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clumsy Lovers are a raucous Canadian band that play a supercharged, high-octane mix of bluegrass, folk, Celtic and country music with the occasional ska, punk or classic rock tune thrown in. Stylistic shifts keep you listening: a very Irish fiddle break in the middle of a country tune or a ska beat that gives way to a pop chorus, followed by banjo solo. The band is comprised of five very talented musicians who know how to keep the crowd pumped and can rip thru an hour and a half long set without hardly pausing to breathe. We, in Southern Idaho, were blessed to have the Lovers grace our Valley last Saturday night. They played a new little hotspot in Kimberly, ID called Mixers. It was a standing room only crowd, but you wouldn't have wanted to sit down if you could. They kept the crowd going with original tracks like "Stand Up" from their new album &lt;/em&gt;Smart Kid &lt;em&gt;and covers of such varied tunes as Van Morrison's "Brown-Eyed Girl", The Ramones' "I Wanna Be Sedated", &amp; John Denver's "Country Roads". Trevor is a talented and charming front man and Jason is a wiz on banjo ad mandolin alike. Gord provides a steady beat and Chris provides solid bass and nice vocal harmony. But the star in my book is the lovely and enchanting Andrea Lewis. The girl plays a smoking fiddle. And fiddlin' is what she does. This ain't no delicate violinist. This is classic "Devil Went Down to Georgis" style,hoedown fiddlin'. She blazes through song after song and never misses a beat. Watching Andrea play is pure magic and amazing musicianship. I saw the Lovers in Moscow, Idaho in 1998, and again in Twin Falls, Idaho in 2000. I was stoked to hear they were going to be in the Valley again. I invited along a couple of friends who I figured would enjoy the high-energy eccentricity. Needless to say we had a blast and the Clumsy Lovers have a couple new fans. They are at the front end of a US tour so check the website (top of the page) for dates and cities and if they are anywhere near you, check them out!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/clumsylovers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112613320359940451?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112613320359940451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112613320359940451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112613320359940451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112613320359940451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/09/clumsy-lovers.html' title='The Clumsy Lovers'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-112494936000024752</id><published>2005-08-24T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:35:04.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Marches On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was pondering things to post tonight and couldn't come up with anything brilliant or topical, so I decided to post an up date on my life for anyone who cares. I'm not sure anyone actually reads this thing but the posting is cathartic. In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Work is work. We implemented a new electronic charting system at the hospital. That has been a challenge. For others more than me, but I'm having my own difficulties. It's tricky remembering everything and the system is not very user friendly. But it's a step toward joining the 21st century. We still do everything by hand at Canyon View, which I don't mind. We are the bastard stepchildren and probably won't implement the electronic charting there for at least 6 months. A big part of the problem is that there is one computer on the Unit and during day shift there are almost a dozen people who would need to use it. We fight enough over access to the paper charts. Expecting all of us to use one computer would be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm taking two college classes this semester. Microeconomics and Pathobiology. After the first meeting of the Econ class, I'm thinking it should be fairly easy. Read the text, listen to lecture, take test. Not too difficult. The Patho class may be more difficult. It's a 300 level class and is going to be a hybrid online/telecommunications class. The instructor is at ISU in Pocatello. After taking the "pre-pathobiology evaluation" and feeling really stupid and then reading the first chapter (which was supposed to be review) and thinking "I should &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; this shit..." (but feeling like I must have slept thru that lecture in A&amp;amp;P) I'm thinking that I'm gonna have to put some study time into Patho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My baby starts 2nd grade next week. He's excited. He got to go on two trips this summer and that was fun for him. He's looking forward to telling his friends about Cobra Lillies and what the difference is between seals and sea lions. I think that he's ready to be a big important 2nd grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm still working out on a fairly consistant basis (3 times a week). I've only lost ten pounds, but my clothes fit better and I feel better. More energy. I'm pretty proud. I haven't slacked off too bad and I haven't turned into a rabid gym nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'm happy, healthy and continue to learn more and more about myself each day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112494936000024752?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112494936000024752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112494936000024752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112494936000024752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112494936000024752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-marches-on.html' title='Life Marches On'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-112370272122027069</id><published>2005-08-10T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:42:03.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/hang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/hang.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/bite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/bite1.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our love is like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pinned down and abused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for being strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our love is no other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;than me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me all day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our love is like angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pinned down and abused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all over you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fields,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've often tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fields,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lay me now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lay me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All Over You" ~ Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112370272122027069?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112370272122027069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112370272122027069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112370272122027069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112370272122027069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-over-you.html' title='All Over You'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-112206297706704001</id><published>2005-07-22T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:40:06.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are some things worth calling in sick to work for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/demure.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 1px 5px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/demure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; In life there are times when taking a risk, stepping outside of our comfort zone, doing something different...pays off. Most people would not peg me as the type of girl who would go to a strip club but I did. Last week was a 'Mad's birthday. We didn't really get to celebrate it on the actual day so one night we were talking on Messenger and I made the comment that it was too bad that there were no (good) strip clubs here. (There is one but it has a skanky rep...) Soooo...I said "Hey...why don't we go up to Boise" and he was into it. We were going to try and drag along another friend of ours, but it didn't work out for her to go. Kind of a bummer, but we had a good time nevertheless. It was a small place called Erotic City. Because of the ordinances (not sure if it's state or city) if an establishment serves alcohol the, strippers cannot be completely topless. Erotic City only serves non alcoholic drinks so the girls were topless. That was a big selling point for us. There were 5 dancers. Devon, Lily, Roxie, Issa and Brooke. They all did a great job. It takes ...something...to get up on stage in front of an audience and take your clothes off. Devon was notably more experienced than the others. She had a few neat tricks and she knew how to work the crowd. Issa was new and had a fresh quaility about her. She got singled out by a certain acquaintence of mine (*cough*'Mad*cough*) for a private dance. Lily and Roxie did their thing but didn't really peak my interest. Brooke, however... She made sure that "Miss Independant" will always bring a smile to my face... She had a spunky attitude and she was enjoying herself. 'Mad was kind enough to buy me a private dance (that did last a couple extra songs...*shrug*) I'll spare the details, but sufice it to say...it was memorable. And I think Brooke had fun too. She said she didn't often get to dance for girls and usually when there was a girl involved, she was half of a couple. She did give me a couple of pointers and we chatted, compared tattoos &amp; I marvled at her ability to dance in heels. (------&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/1600/Sky-301-sm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/200/Sky-301-sm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mad was sure that I was bored because I did spend a lot of time sitting back at our table rather than right up on the rail throwing money at the girls. Truth be told I'm a bit of a voyeur and there is somthing entertaining about watching. The guys who try to casually saunter up and grab a front row seat, the nonchalant way they reach into their pocket and pull out a few dollars, and then place it up on the rail. Then they try to sit back and look impassive all the while eagerly anticipating when the dancer will come over and reward them. It's hard to explain the allure of strip clubs, but it's there. It's not for everyone, but if you have the curiosity, the impluse, the desire to go...then go and enjoy yourself. Appreciate the bodies, the personality, the sensual movement. Get a peek at another side of your friends and youself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112206297706704001?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112206297706704001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112206297706704001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112206297706704001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112206297706704001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-some-things-worth-calling-in.html' title='There are some things worth calling in sick to work for...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-112163754022527822</id><published>2005-07-17T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:59:00.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince**SPOILERS**</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3434/1032/320/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The following post assumes that the reader has read Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**Contains spoilers...* * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whew...38 hours later and I'm done. I was pleased. I felt that the story progressed well. Rowling has a talent for keeping you guessing. Things are still uncertain. She resolves some things and introduces new plots. But she managed to surprise me several times and I like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD wrote:&lt;br /&gt;I think Ron and Hermoine need to grow up!!!! Good lord were they annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually I think all of them have grown up as they should be. They are 16 (ish) and I think that they behaved just as most 16 year olds would. C'mon...has no one ever felt slighted by the object of their unrequited affections and done something like Hermy did (McLaggen) to try to provoke said object(Ron) into action. Please tell me I'm not the only one who appreciates the tangled love lives. It's not always wine and roses when you're falling in love. A certain amount of drama and tribulation makes the resolution so much more gratifying. The image of a tearful Hermione being comforted by Ron (with no awkwardness whatsoever) at Dumbledore's funeral was striking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as for Harry and Ginny. I was thrilled that they got together. And the way it happened was well done. I can just see that triumphant kiss in the common room after they won. And honestly...what kind of hero would Harry be if he drug the girl he cares about into the mess he's heading for. My guess is that she will turn up in Book 7 doing something equally important in the fight against evil. She has certainly grown up as well. Talented spellcaster, ace Quidditch player and confident young woman. A perfect compliment to Harry. They'll be reunited in the end is my guess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think Harry behaved more maturely than in previous books. His thought processes show that he has learned a lot about the way the world works. He's showing more insight than before and all the info he learned about LV will come in handy in the future. He wasn't afraid to ask important questions and he held his temper when needed. It feels like he has focused his anger and is using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RJ wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think the matter isn't resolved yet. I'm inclined to believe that he was still doing just as Dumbledore had ordered him to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I totally agree... I can't give up on Snape yet. And though this may get me flamed...I find myself feeling more and more sorry for Draco. I have a morbid soft spot in my heart for him. It was so apparent in this book that his M.O. is trying to prove himself and gain the approval of his parents. Like Dumbledore said "Draco, Draco, You are not a killer." There's hope for Draco's redemption yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for Snape being the HBP. I think that like the Sorcerer's Stone, the Chamber, the Prisoner, the Goblet and the Order, the HBP was a plot device. There was a lot of debate and specualtion about who it was. I think in the end it didn't really shock me that it was Snape. I think that the info we got about Snape gave him depth and made him more intersting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SK wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's like throwing a mouse at a cat and hoping the cat chokes because it happens to be a rather large mouse.&lt;br /&gt;RJ wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gee, that sounds like Frodo and Sauron XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hence the magic of Harry Potter. We've debated this before. Harry Potter (orphan)... Frodo (lowly Hobbit)... Rand Al'Thor (foundling shepard)... The Baudelaire's (also orphans)... Luke Skywalker(farm-boy)... and I'm sure there are countless other examples. We have a tendency to root for the underdog. We like to belive. The magic of Fairytales is intoxicating. But when it comes down to it we delight in the triumph of someone who could be us. I think that Rowling has written another wonderful tale. I will be eagerly awating the seventh book. I too could wish for more of Harry Potter's world. But who knows. (Might as well wish for more Wheel of Time after Tarmon Gai'din or more Star Wars) She could go on to create an equally magnificent story that has nothing to do with Harry. But I am thankful for being able to witness Harry's journey from friendless orphan to hero of the Wizarding world. He may not wear a cape and tights but he's gonna be the one to save the day in the end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just out of curisoity, am I the only one who read HBP and was seeing the movie in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112163754022527822?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112163754022527822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112163754022527822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112163754022527822'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;improvise, do something really clever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That'll make me hate your name forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You might swear, you'd never touch a lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, let me say, you're not too far from maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Every day you find new ways to hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I can't help it if I'm just a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Always having my heart set on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'Till the time you start changing the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll keep chasing the soles of your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God resigned, from hearing my old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Every night, I'm paying hell for glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm embarrassed but I'm much more sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All this pain, begins to feel like pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With my tears, you'd make a sea a desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Salt my wounds and I'll keep saying thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I can't help it if I'm just a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Always having my heart set on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;'Till the time you start changing the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll keep chasing the soles of your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ahh, fool..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Fool" ~ Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-112039183539260546?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/112039183539260546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=112039183539260546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112039183539260546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/112039183539260546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/07/fool.html' title='Fool...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111903969500500807</id><published>2005-06-17T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:36:03.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, Beauty, Freedom &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/Moulin-Rouge-blau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/320/Moulin-Rouge-blau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn...is just to love and to be loved in return."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;These words capture the essence of &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt;. There are countless reasons to love this movie (the stars, the music, the brilliant cinematography), but to me the best thing about Moulin Rouge is the story. An incredible tragic love story that gets me everytime I watch it. I've watched this movie many times but the other night as I sat watching it, I found myself crying. It touched an emotional nerve in me. For the past couple days, I've pondered why and I think I finally figured it out. Satine is flawed, she's not a perfect woman. Outwardly she portrays "The Sparkling Diamond", a woman that all the men want because of her perfect beauty. Inwardly she is insecure, afraid of being unimportant and very sick. And despite all that, Christian loves her. He is able to see past the facade and see her true self. There is an obvious struggle to accept her place as a courtesan, her willingness to sell herself to gain a place in the world. But when all is said and done, he loves her and she loves him, Come What May... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am flawed. I'm not a perfect woman. I don't even have the outward physical beauty to hide behind that Satine did. But in a way, I hide my fear and insecurity behind a facade of confidence. The world sees a woman who has a good job, is a good mom and has things together. The world doesn't see how hard I struggle to keep going. There are days when I feel like giving up, but I don't. I can't. Just as Satine fought her demons, I fight mine. But she found a man who saw past all that and loved her. He loved Satine, not "The Sparkling Diamond". I want to find someone who will love me and accept my flaws. Behind the hard cynic is a desperate romantic who dreams of finding love, Come What May... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111903969500500807?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111903969500500807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111903969500500807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111903969500500807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111903969500500807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/06/truth-beauty-freedom-love.html' title='Truth, Beauty, Freedom &amp; Love'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111795329525420975</id><published>2005-06-05T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:36:58.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/KellyC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/320/KellyC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyclarksonweb.com/"&gt;http://www.kellyclarksonweb.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm a fan. I watched the last two seasons of American Idol and was enthralled. Kelly's new CD has taken up rotation on my CD player at the moment. She's got an amazing voice and this CD is a strange blend of the agnst of Avril Lavigne and the power of Faith Hill. And, I must admit,I'm a bit jealous. I envy that Kelly (and Ruben and Fantasia and now Carrie) have had the chance to get up on stage and prove to the world how good they are. 10 years ago I would have been standing in line with the other millions of hopefuls, but now I'm bordering on too old...and I know I don't have "It". But that doesn't change the fact that being on American Idol would have been a dream come true. I love to sing. I've been told I'm good at it. I have been singing for as long as I could remember. I remember driving in the car with my dad when I was about 5 and him teaching me how to stay on pitch while he harmonized. Then he taught me to sing harmony. I was raised on Broadway and oldies (50's &amp;amp; 60's) I used to crank up the radio in my bedroom and sing along to Madonna. When I was in High School, I was in Choir (the one anyone could be in...just sign up and show up) and I was also in Madrigals (an adution only 20 person choir). I was in JuMP Co. (a local musical theater group for kids) I took four years of voice lessons and competed locally. I sang in the church choir. I loved singing. Which is why it was a shock when, after graduating from high school I settled in and had myself a good old fashioned spell of teenage rebellion. I quit. For a long time I didn't sing. I didn't have it in me at the time. Singing is a very emotional thing for me and during the "dark" phase of my life I just couldn't find the spirit to sing. But several years later I have found the music again. I may never sell a million records or be on TV, but I had the honor of singing at White Honors when I graduated from College and I have sang at the weddings of several close friends. I sing in the shower, the car, my bedroom. Music is the window to my soul. Listen to the live version of Beautiful Disaster on Breakaway. That coulda been me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111795329525420975?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111795329525420975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111795329525420975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111795329525420975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111795329525420975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/06/kelly-clarkson-breakaway.html' title='Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111765218250343440</id><published>2005-06-01T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:57:53.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Revenge" is sweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/sith1A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/320/sith1A2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a geek. Not the biggest geek in the world. There are others who far surpass me in their geekiness. The point of this is... I've seen Episode III three times. Granted there will be folks who have seen it many more times than that. But for me to see a movie 3 times in the theater it has to be good. For me, "Sith" is the culmination of a long journey. Which is funny, what with this movie taking place in the middle of the storyline. But I'm sure I'm not the only one who felt that watching Anakin's fall and Vader's rise was a fitting end to a story that has intrigued and fascinated me since I was a girl. Watching the classic triliogy now has a new meaning. Vader is no longer just an evil villian. He a human being who gave in to temptations. He let his passions consume him. Palpatine played on the insecurities that plauged Anakin. That could happen to any of us so easily. My heart ached for a man who loved his wife and was so comsumed with saving her that he would do anything to keep her from dying. And in losing his soul he lost her as well. I felt for Padme. She wanted to save the man she loved, but by the time she stood pleading with him he was too far gone... consumed with jealousy and greed for power. She died beliving that there was still good in him somewhere. Obi-Wan had a tough job too. He felt he had failed Anakin. That last battle between Ani and Obi was epic! Not only was it great action, but the emotional content was intense. Obi-Wan wanted to save Anakin, but he knew that the Dark side had sunk deep into Anakin's soul. He had to stop Anakin and it tore him apart. The anguish on his face as the ship sped away from Mustafar was heartbreaking. I walked out of that movie pondering life and how each of us struggles to find the balance between the Light and the Dark. Each of us strives to attain the serene wisdom of the Jedi, but are constantly battling the forces of passion that rule the Sith. Somewhere in between is where we live our lives. That is why I feel that the Star Wars saga has become such a pivotal story for so many people. The story of the Chosen One who brings balance to the Force. The Force is life and the balance is humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111765218250343440?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111765218250343440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111765218250343440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111765218250343440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111765218250343440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/06/revenge-is-sweet_111765218250343440.html' title='&quot;Revenge&quot; is sweet...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111526992139186399</id><published>2005-05-04T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:19:13.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/good&amp;bad_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/320/good%26bad_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good Meets Bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been listening to "Wicked" for the last few days. I'm on a "Wicked" kick. You see..."Wicked", for those of you who aren't familiar with Broadway, is a musical. It is also a book, or more precisely was a book and then they made a musical out of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gregorymaguire.com/gm_ad_WICK.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wicked-The book...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A very good thing indeed. I loved, LOVED, LOVED the book. It's the tale of Elphaba, aka, the Wicked Witch of the West. Who was, of course, melted by Dorothy Gale et al. in "The Wizard of Oz". "Wicked" tells Elphaba's story. How she grew up and why she became known as the WWotW. It was written by Gregory Maguire. Maguire has written several other wonderful retellings of classic stories."Wicked" is one of my favorite books of all time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But "Wicked", the musical, is simply enchanting all by itself. To quote the official website &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Wicked-The musical...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Long before Dorothy dropped in, two other girls meet in the Land of Oz. One, born with emerald-green skin, is smart, fiery and misunderstood. The other is beautiful, ambitious and very popular. How these two unlikely friends end up as the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good Witch makes for the most spellbinding new musical in years."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cast recording I have features Kristin Chenowith as Glinda and Idina Menzel as Elphaba. These two ladies have stunning voices that I envy and enjoy. Just listen to the breathtaking "Defying Gravity" and you'll know why I could (and do) listen to this CD over and over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heck out the site...and check out the CD. If you are a fan of theater, "The Wizard of Oz" or just a good fairy tale, this is one story you should not miss!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111526992139186399?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111526992139186399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111526992139186399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111526992139186399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111526992139186399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/05/wicked_04.html' title='Wicked....'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111518333996441238</id><published>2005-05-03T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:22:56.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12-Hour Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was Tuesday. An 8-hour Tuesday. Quiet for the first time in a while. They'd kick me for saying that at work. You don't say the "Q"word at work. But now that I'm home it's fine. I work in a Psych unit. If it's a busy day, it just stays busy all day. But if it's mellow and all the patients are calm and all the charting's done and we don't have 5 admits and 3 discharges all at once, and someone says "It's a quiet day, isn't it?..." Then immediately the phone starts ringing and the manager has 6 things that must be done &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; and some previously placated patient gets upset by some insignificant thing that results in a "code green" and someone ends up in restraints. Usually (not always, but usually) 8-hour Tuesdays are decent. But every other week I work a 12-hour shift from 0700-1930 and those seem to be the days from hell. I can handle one admit at a time, even if they happen in quick succession, but I can't do three at once, plus a discharge and a patient in tears. I work with a great team of people and we work together well to try to take care of all the patients, but we have groups to run and charting and treatment plans and evals and then you throw in the unexpected outbursts from adolecsents and people in pain and phone calls from family members who mean well, but start telling you all about their problems instead of addressing the patient's needs and things can get a little ....crazy. Those are my 12-hour Tuesdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111518333996441238?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111518333996441238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111518333996441238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111518333996441238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111518333996441238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/05/12-hour-tuesdays.html' title='12-Hour Tuesdays'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111447200521046852</id><published>2005-04-25T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:39:19.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HATE being single. Now,I'm not one of those piney women who thinks she MUST have a man to be complete. I am perfectly happy with myself as a person. I have done a lot of soul searching and I know that I am a very worthwhile person all by myself. My reasons for hating single life are purely selfish. I hate sleeping alone. I crave physical contact. I just want someone to hold hands with, and snuggle and possibly get naked with. Just to clarify, I am not a trashy whore. I don't sleep around and I have NEVER had a one night stand. Just doesn't do it for me. Hence the frustration. I need emotional closeness as well as physical closeness. I'm in no hurry to get married again, if ever, but it sure would be nice to find someone to share some quality time with. I'm not too picky. I'm looking for someone preferably male, at least 25 years old, have a functional brain and know how to use it, with a college education or other career aspirations. Must like kids and not be adverse to dating a woman who is not a size 6. (But see previous rant...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111447200521046852?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111447200521046852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111447200521046852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111447200521046852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111447200521046852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/04/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111410929114453354</id><published>2005-04-21T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:38:26.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new resolve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did something implusive today. Ok, so, not that impulsive. I've been seriously thinking about it for the last few weeks. And it been on my mind longer than that. I joined a gym. Made a 24 month commitment to pay $30 a month. I really need to stick with it. I have got to get in shape. I'm 6' tall and I weigh 290. That's too much. Before I had my son I was a size 12/14. I gained almost 100 lbs, during my pregnancy. That was seven years ago. I've never lost the weight. I try to have a positive attitude about myself and try to feel good about myself no matter what, but the truth is I don't feel good. I'm tired all the time. My knees hurt. It's a pain in the ass to buy clothes and I'm at high risk for diabetes and heart problems. I'm a nurse. I know what people who are seriously overweight go through. Not to mention the fact that I'm single and the guys out there (nice as they are) don't get interested in fat chicks. It's a HUGE (no pun intended) turn-off. And quite frankly, the ones who do get turned on by fat chicks worry me. So I've got a consulation with a personal trainer on Saturday and I'm gonna give it my best. I'll keep you posted...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111410929114453354?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111410929114453354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111410929114453354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111410929114453354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111410929114453354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-resolve.html' title='A new resolve...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111401239488571372</id><published>2005-04-20T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:51:19.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in April...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get." ~Lazarus Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/April20,2005%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/320/April20%2C2005%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the middle of April. And we have SNOW in Idaho. Not unusual. Having lived here all my life, I shouldn't be surprised. But it's not an always thing. I could cope better if we ALWAYS had snow in April. But it's random. Some years we do, some years we don't. It's not uncommon to have snow during Spring Break (usually the last week of March) or on my birthday (April 9th) but this is pushing it. We've already had some beautiful spring weather. Just last week we were sitting outside Java (a local coffee shop) and basking in the sun. And today it SNOWS!! So we dig out the winter coats again and hope that the flowers don't freeze and maybe we'll make snow angels. And perhaps tomorrow (or possibly even this afternoon) the sun will come back and we can get back to having SPRING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12274810-111401239488571372?l=biahanchasedai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/feeds/111401239488571372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12274810&amp;postID=111401239488571372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111401239488571372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12274810/posts/default/111401239488571372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biahanchasedai.blogspot.com/2005/04/snow-in-april.html' title='Snow in April...'/><author><name>-J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685382409070823995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/10/5275/640/jill_grad.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12274810.post-111388510737532631</id><published>2005-04-18T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:52:04.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had a very uneventful Monday at work. Nothing too stressful, but not too intersting either. After work I hung out with my munchkin and then dropped him off at his Dad's. Then I went and killed three hours drinking coffee and getting lost in the world of Lazarus Long. I have been "encouraged" for a while now to give Heinlein a read. I have been pleasently surprised at how much I have enjoyed "Stranger in a Strange Land" and "Time Enough for Love". And there are many more Heinlein books to read. Nothing more frustrating than finding a book that you really love and then discovering that that is the only book that author has written. (Or the only GOOD one!) As much as I enjoy Heinlein, the next tome I'm planning on tackling is "Shadowmarch" by Tad Williams. Another worthwhile author IMHO. I throughly enjoyed the "Memory, Sorrow and Thorn" trilogy (of 4 books...go figure) and "War of the Flowers" by said author. Sooooooo many books, so little time! Another piece of my pleasant evening was picking up a copy of Tori Amos' new album "The Beekeeper". VERY listenable! Sure to provide many hours of stimulating aural pleasure. 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