<?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-13757649</id><updated>2011-11-15T23:54:06.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i see it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-2108123907492658623</id><published>2009-01-30T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:51:14.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-2108123907492658623?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/2108123907492658623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=2108123907492658623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2108123907492658623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2108123907492658623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2009/01/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3HcxJsyW1rc/Sb_4qnZhcFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A95jBcERSY0/S220/crit+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-6772281391415445599</id><published>2008-08-26T18:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:38:45.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>delivery room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i heard about matthew mcconaughey playing the bongos between his lady's legs in the delivery room... "getting tribal" (i think that's how he put it), i had to laugh.  i laughed even harder after watching this parody of him and the blessed event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hilarious!  only joel mchale could have done this better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=0e8603a3e0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=0e8603a3e0" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(listening to Be Nice To Everyone from Yo Gabba Gabba... on my tv right now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-6772281391415445599?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/6772281391415445599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=6772281391415445599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/6772281391415445599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/6772281391415445599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2008/08/delivery-room.html' title='delivery room'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-7215062077249935898</id><published>2008-08-01T18:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:15.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>takin' it easy in the big easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tom and i are in new orleans on vacation this week and are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it!  seriously, this is one of the coolest cities i've ever seen.  today we hung out around the garden district and did some shopping.  check out my new t-shirt.  yeaaaahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we are having a blast, and although we are missing lily terribly, we are happy to have some time just the two of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOaVi66kAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TQXo_107I8M/s400/IMG_5641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229693287249121282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sew very great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVa0812yI/AAAAAAAAAag/p2bFZBNA0do/s400/IMG_5561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229687880430246690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cafe Du Monde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVbRmd-2I/AAAAAAAAAao/GWFMfQY0fkI/s400/IMG_5562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229687888121035618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gettin' my beignets on, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOcCit3TWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UZlh2CzEkFQ/s400/IMG_5600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229695159800122722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWfVbdsFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bUkaVnEbXFg/s400/IMG_5602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229689057379725394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oak Alley Plantation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWeImB_oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JzzUVMMEUuk/s1600-h/IMG_5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWeImB_oI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JzzUVMMEUuk/s400/IMG_5591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229689036754517634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sippin' on my mint julep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWejHzdRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1LDzyOKcflo/s1600-h/IMG_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWejHzdRI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1LDzyOKcflo/s400/IMG_5578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229689043875493138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWf5nejXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/olG8QH2N59Q/s1600-h/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOWf5nejXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/olG8QH2N59Q/s400/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229689067093790066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;someone had written, "is it for sale?" and tom nicely added the word "no"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;smart ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVbw8gDEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cf1gU856nFk/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVbw8gDEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cf1gU856nFk/s400/IMG_5577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229687896534944834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVcrb615I/AAAAAAAAAa4/To5BCK3yvb4/s1600-h/IMG_5594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVcrb615I/AAAAAAAAAa4/To5BCK3yvb4/s400/IMG_5594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229687912235980690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVdM9tWKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0q4m2S6U0N8/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mint julep dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/SJOVdM9tWKI/AAAAAAAAAbA/0q4m2S6U0N8/s1600-h/IMG_5577.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to Stars and Sons by Broken Social Scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-7215062077249935898?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/7215062077249935898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=7215062077249935898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/7215062077249935898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Clementine Jane Hawke.  now, congrats to them, but crap on them too for using a name that i LOVE!  i know that seems like a ridiculously catty attitude for me to have...but let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as baby name trends go, this is pretty typical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone thinks up a cool name (a celebrity or a no-namer like myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a celebrity chooses that name for their new baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of a sudden, all of these copycat, wanna be celeb-like new moms/dads use the same name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;examples... shiloh, suri, maddox, etc etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now here comes an extra bit of cattiness, so prepare yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i'm a tit-for-tat type of gal, i am putting on the record right now, the names that tom and i are considering for any future offspring that we might be blessed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posey/Posy (our absolute favorite, though we are not sure of the spelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penelope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clementine (sigh, the same name the Hawke family just chose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Violet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eben (as in Ebenezer or the main character from 30 Days Of Night... yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cash (tom isn't as crazy about this one as i am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what the blessing...another daughter or a son... the middle name will most likely be Ingram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you have it.  now it's set in "blogger" stone for time and all eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gwyneth, angelina and co.  go get your name-on, but for the record, i'm not going to feel like a pathetic copycat should you pick one of these before i push another kid out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm hmmmm.... life as i see it, snap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(listening to Freight Train by Elizabeth Cotten.....what an incredible musician this lady was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-893688585339205000?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/893688585339205000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=893688585339205000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/893688585339205000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/893688585339205000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2008/07/darn-you-ethan-hawke.html' title='darn you, ethan hawke!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1439805124625710458</id><published>2008-03-26T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:15.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R-0PgAhgkPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xs8_FsOGfOk/s1600-h/tiny_tails_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R-0PgAhgkPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xs8_FsOGfOk/s400/tiny_tails_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182815788744085746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a daddy is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to get a tattoo with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or push you on swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he'll always be there through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the day and the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and when you are sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he'll make sure you're alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you're on a car ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's tedious and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you'll want him right by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to sing Beatles songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's not always tidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in fact he's quite sloppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but there is no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's an excellent Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so today is your birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i just want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you've made my life wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)&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/13757649-1439805124625710458?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R-0PgAhgkPI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xs8_FsOGfOk/s72-c/tiny_tails_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1193850123199250426</id><published>2008-02-27T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:53:24.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>elliott covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love finding covers of my favorite elliott smith songs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e n j o y !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC1GTcsCJZs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC1GTcsCJZs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;clementine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-1193850123199250426?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/1193850123199250426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=1193850123199250426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1193850123199250426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1193850123199250426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2008/02/elliott-covers.html' title='elliott covers'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-4917885888778250751</id><published>2007-12-08T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:15.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>robbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as many of you may know, someone broke into our house this week stealing several of our belongings.  our tv, a new macbook laptop, and most importantly, our external hard drive are all gone.  the thing that royally sux about it is that about 95% of our photos and videos of lily are no more.  luckily, many people have offered to send me what they have so that we can start to regain what we have lost.  however, there are many that we will never see again which makes me extremely sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R1zRG2wGaiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h4-oveIj6Rk/s400/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142214790256945698" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, the most important thing is that everyone was safe.  when the thieves were in the house, my mom and lily were upstairs.  the thought of anything happening to either one of them makes me want to vomit.  we are so thankful to God that they didn't make a sound that would draw attention to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so now we are on the way to getting back to normal.  a new glass door, security system, computer...and soon a new tv will help us to move on.  i'm having a hard time feeling safe, but know that my time here is probably limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R1zRrGwGajI/AAAAAAAAAXI/m-1jZ5nrF_M/s400/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142215413027203634" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm going to just continue to pray...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Run" by Snow Patrol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-4917885888778250751?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/4917885888778250751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=4917885888778250751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/4917885888778250751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/4917885888778250751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/12/robbed.html' title='robbed'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/R1zRG2wGaiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h4-oveIj6Rk/s72-c/IMG_1807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-506162271236448430</id><published>2007-12-05T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:27:37.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making the switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tom and i recently purchased a new macbook.  as i'm still getting used to it, it'll be some time before i finally post something substantial.  check back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Battleships" by Travis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-506162271236448430?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-2267880731395025769</id><published>2007-11-19T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:13:13.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life is crazy</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like my life is spinning out of control and that time is moving too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lily is already crawling and walking (by holding onto things)and will be 10 months old at the end of this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving has finally arrived, though the malls have been decorated for christmas since the day after halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have already been more presidential debates than i care to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in two months lily will have been with us for an entire year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will have been married for 8 years in the spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be 30 next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is moving way to fast for me.  my family is getting older, i'm getting older.  people will eventually get sick or die of old age... meaning that i will be that much closer to following in their footsteps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of depressing if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lily (and any children yet to come) life will go on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ob-la-di, ob-la-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to Brand New Colony by Postal Service)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-2267880731395025769?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/2267880731395025769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=2267880731395025769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2267880731395025769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2267880731395025769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-crazy.html' title='life is crazy'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-3775446621157637043</id><published>2007-09-20T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:37:37.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement for a stay at home mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not everyday that you see this happening on your street during the middle of the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xea5A2-qYQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xea5A2-qYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on wednesday, i shot that video from lily's nursery window.  it was quite an exciting day on our street.  apparently, someone had threatened suicide and soon the police, paramedics, firemen, and swat team were all on my street.  it was actually a very sad experience as i listened to them talk over the loud speaker into a house and beg the person to come out and get help.  they kept saying that they had been in contact with the daughter who was very worried, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thankfully, the person didn't go through with it and now is getting the help that they so desperately needed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it did, however, change what would have been a boring day on shallot drive to one full of anticipation and excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Beloved" by Minnie Driver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-3775446621157637043?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/3775446621157637043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=3775446621157637043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/3775446621157637043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/3775446621157637043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/09/excitement-for-stay-at-home-mama.html' title='excitement for a stay at home mama'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-2200868811844520041</id><published>2007-09-16T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:15.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ovial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nergetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;urturing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maginative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;riend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntrepreneur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111622701574897410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RvAhw7kxvwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_4-qD9U2xt4/s200/hugs+for+scrapbookers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm lucky to have a sister like you. happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Smile" by Lily Allen)&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/13757649-2200868811844520041?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/2200868811844520041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=2200868811844520041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2200868811844520041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2200868811844520041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/09/jenn.html' title='jenn'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RvAhw7kxvwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_4-qD9U2xt4/s72-c/hugs+for+scrapbookers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-8888523256732645512</id><published>2007-08-28T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:15.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RtSA__6arqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8opQ8llIuDw/s1600-h/IMG_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103846114694180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RtSA__6arqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8opQ8llIuDw/s400/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an auntie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is always in your corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;never judges but gives sound advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is like a mom but with a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is creative and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;helps you to get dressed for your wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is the keeper of secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;has a sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;makes the best christmas cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is caring and loves you from the minute you were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everyone should have an auntie ... just not mine ... i'm not willing to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love you, auntie. happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;listening to "In My Life" by The Beatles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-8888523256732645512?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/8888523256732645512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=8888523256732645512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8888523256732645512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8888523256732645512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/08/auntie.html' title='auntie'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RtSA__6arqI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8opQ8llIuDw/s72-c/IMG_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-8371677290354891437</id><published>2007-08-23T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:16.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101989318727741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oQP6aroI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FPgb5VFyB-E/s400/mommy+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;last week, while visiting family in cincinnati, i decided to get two more tattoos.  i now have a fleur de lis which commemorates the birth of lily, and cherry blossoms which i just enjoy because they are pretty and cheery.  i had thought about both of them for a long time, trying to decide the perfect placement, etc.  i'm so pleased with how they turned out.  see below for pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oZf6arpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/n8aSAEtWvOU/s1600-h/fleur+de+lis+tatbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101989477641531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oZf6arpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/n8aSAEtWvOU/s400/fleur+de+lis+tatbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oPf6armI/AAAAAAAAAVY/oVGymvljA58/s1600-h/lily+tatbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oP_6arnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/49NvZNLA5YA/s1600-h/cherry+blossom+tatbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101989314432773746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oP_6arnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/49NvZNLA5YA/s400/cherry+blossom+tatbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "So Here We Are" by Bloc Party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-8371677290354891437?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/8371677290354891437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=8371677290354891437&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8371677290354891437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8371677290354891437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/08/tattoos.html' title='tattoos'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rs3oQP6aroI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FPgb5VFyB-E/s72-c/mommy+tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-2295911278879132490</id><published>2007-08-13T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:16.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping on the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like everyone else has already done... here are our simpsons characters. lily is my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098260570760865538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RsCo-jSU5wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2m1-4X38l10/s400/tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098260235753416402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RsCorDSU5tI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1eOPORQysrI/s400/crit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098260244343351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RsCorjSU5vI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_CeUwg_ty0E/s400/lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Golden Skans" by Klaxons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-2295911278879132490?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/2295911278879132490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=2295911278879132490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2295911278879132490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2295911278879132490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/08/jumping-on-bandwagon.html' title='jumping on the bandwagon'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RsCo-jSU5wI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2m1-4X38l10/s72-c/tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-8602549612146782715</id><published>2007-07-25T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:16.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>morrissey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RqezmDSU5gI/AAAAAAAAATI/TX5emxGsE8o/s1600-h/morrissey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091235370064209410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RqezmDSU5gI/AAAAAAAAATI/TX5emxGsE8o/s400/morrissey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i recently had the awesome experience of seeing Morrissey perform live. not only did he play an amazing set, but he did it all in front of a huge James Dean backdrop. it was an incredible experience and a concert i will never forget. here was the set list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Queen Is Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Have Killed Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In The Future When All's Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Last Of The Famous International Playboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The National Front Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let Me Kiss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyday Is Like Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All You Need Is Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Boy With The Thorn In His Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Irish Blood, English Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At Last I Am Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's How People Grow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Will See You In Far Off Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First Of The Gang To Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Just Want To See The Boy Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life Is A Pigsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How Soon Is Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're Gonna Need Someone On Your Side (Encore)&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/13757649-8602549612146782715?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/8602549612146782715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=8602549612146782715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8602549612146782715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8602549612146782715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/07/morrissey.html' title='morrissey'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RqezmDSU5gI/AAAAAAAAATI/TX5emxGsE8o/s72-c/morrissey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1983334424873493872</id><published>2007-07-19T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:36:18.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmD08Na5VKI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"happy" by ned's atomic dustbin&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/13757649-1983334424873493872?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/1983334424873493872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=1983334424873493872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1983334424873493872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1983334424873493872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy.html' title='video of the week'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-8353642399341786917</id><published>2007-07-12T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:17.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have a new haircut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RpZBSup7vII/AAAAAAAAAQw/te-rgCwb0Bs/s1600-h/IMG_5328.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086324619178916994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RpZBSup7vII/AAAAAAAAAQw/te-rgCwb0Bs/s400/IMG_5328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RpZALep7vHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Z3gQGSO504g/s1600-h/IMG_5323.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086323395113237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RpZALep7vHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Z3gQGSO504g/s400/IMG_5323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.  thanks, jenn, for the inspiration!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Pretty (Ugly Before)" by Elliott Smith)&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/13757649-8353642399341786917?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/8353642399341786917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=8353642399341786917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8353642399341786917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/8353642399341786917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/07/haircut.html' title='haircut'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RpZBSup7vII/AAAAAAAAAQw/te-rgCwb0Bs/s72-c/IMG_5328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1454477424480659569</id><published>2007-05-07T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:17.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rj_uxNk532I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2LRfq2E3np0/s1600-h/elliott5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062027035413176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rj_uxNk532I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2LRfq2E3np0/s400/elliott5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so excited, yet also sad. this evening i remembered that tomorrow elliott smith's album new moon will be released here in america. it thrills me beyond words to have the opportunity to hear for the first time some new music from him. as much as i am looking forward to this, i'm also quite sad as i know this could possibly be the last of the "new" music. he was such an incredible songwriter and lyricist. since his death in 2003, the music world has certainly had one less talented musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to hear his new album (for free) check out this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elliottsmithnewmoon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Going Nowhere" by Elliott Smith)&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/13757649-1454477424480659569?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/1454477424480659569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=1454477424480659569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1454477424480659569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1454477424480659569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-moon.html' title='new moon'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rj_uxNk532I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2LRfq2E3np0/s72-c/elliott5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-3346687501815147078</id><published>2007-05-03T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:19.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coachella - take four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211093175656098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ldk53qI/AAAAAAAAALI/qVLpk4eeh-o/s400/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have just returned home from my fourth trip to the desert for the coachella music festival in indio, california. i was originally not going this year... with a new baby, one income and a lack of funds... it just didn't seem like it was going to be possible. i willingly decided to not participate, knowing that going wouldn't be the wisest thing to do with our already lacking funds. however, as the event was drawing near, i became increasingly more depressed. seven of my closest friends were going to be making the annual pilgrimage to hear the finest in indie music, while i stayed at home with my new responsibilities. it felt like my family was going on vacation and i was the only one left home...alone. anyway, long story short... two wonderful people decided that i should still get to go. my sweet husband made it possible by working from home and driving lily to sitters, as well as having her for an entire weekend by himself. he is incredible. the other person, single-handedly paid for the trip. they are always so generous. thank you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;don't get me wrong, it was incredibly hard for me to leave tom and lily, but honestly, i was thankful for the break. it felt nice to finally feel like "me" again. for five whole days i was only responsible for myself. when tom and lily (doggies too) left me at the airport i cried and cried. i felt guilty for leaving. before i closed the car door, i reached into the back of the car and "stole" lily's blanket. i needed (and wanted) to bring something (other than my breast pump) with me to remind me of her. it still had her sweet baby smell on it, which brought me comfort during the entire trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i had a blast. kristen and i went to the "tonight show" while the rest of the group went to a taping of "ellen". not only were we able to meet keifer sutherland (aka jack bauer), but we were seated in the very front row! perfect placement for when the baby otters jumped out of their glass tank during the animal segment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211316513955570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ydk53vI/AAAAAAAAALw/vLHeL8nzhSo/s400/keifer+sutherland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the desert was h o t. not quite as hot as my first year when we were camping (never again). luckily, there wasn't any humidity, so it didn't feel as suffocating as florida. one of the girls on the trip hooked us up with a condo at a marriott vacation club resort. it was beautiful and über comfortable. a perfect oasis for resting after a long day of heat, loud music and freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211441068007218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7ftk53zI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1sjgN8gEZhY/s400/steph+and+beta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the music was great. the highlight for me was seeing travis. i knew almost every song and the musicians were so humble and genuinely seemed excited to be there. other acts which were so much fun... cornelius, mika, and the teddybears. what made these bands so much fun to listen to wasn't just the catchy tunes and lyrics, but rather the company i was experiencing them with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211320808922914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ytk53yI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D_Xl_9nntsU/s400/silhouette+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the coachies are made up with some of the best people i've ever met. they are so much fun to be with and really make me feel good about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(ladies first, of course.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211320808922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ytk53xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WIzwGNgPGIg/s400/sashook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stephanie - never one to stir things up, she is so easy going and all around lovely. with her subtle comments cleverly placed in the conversation here and there, you would find that she is an incredibly funny person. she is wonderful to have around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kristen - probably my oldest and dearest friend. without her, i never would have gone to coachella in the first place. she fits in with the rest of the florida coachies perfectly. the experience wouldn't be the same without her, especially while expressing breastmilk in a portable bathroom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211101765590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7L9k53tI/AAAAAAAAALg/asCO27xajHc/s400/devan+and+kristen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;devan - the nicest person to share a good conversation with. a wonderfully sweet and genuine friend. also talented at pointing out the weirdos nearby or the girl that needs to pull up her pants while dancing. being from the "d" ain't all that bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060213043090808658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl889k531I/AAAAAAAAAMg/vv3z9ThlkiQ/s400/kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;s o v (aka kelly) - don't let her deceive you by her outward appearance. she may look like a cheerleader and be a true class-act, but inside she is 100% f r e a k ! winning the contest of my favorite dancer to watch this year (yes beta, she beat you even without holding a bowl of pan-asian cuisine), she has a contagious spirit and energy to her. she is also lady sovereign's doppleganger, i'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211093175656082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ldk53pI/AAAAAAAAALA/BRjreUWLzuc/s400/betamike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;betamike - whether its concocting the perfect escape route for when zombies or rage infested concert-goers attack, or his love for all things kitschy...beta adds the perfect amount of zip to the recipe that is coachie-stew. (especially when he's in his tighty whiteys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211316513955586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ydk53wI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6Fwpx3x2vdI/s400/mike+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;britton - too cool for words. hilariously funny and unique...always willing to be the daniel to your carla by breaking out with his killer impersonation of a retarded giovanni ribisi. you make baking in the hot sun worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211316513955554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ydk53uI/AAAAAAAAALo/YtxlRwkA9U4/s400/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;james - such fun to be with all the time. great for a meaningful conversation on a long flight home, or for just playing along in a silly voice. james, you've added much to my life. without you, i'd have 1 less 1 less reason to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211097470623426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ltk53sI/AAAAAAAAALY/EoyebYTbKfY/s400/crit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thank you coachies, for memories i'll always cherish...even when i'm rockin' it out to mika after lily's stuck me in the nursing home*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060211097470623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ltk53rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZNOER_fX_ao/s400/coachies+castaway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Love Today" by Mika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*don't worry, devan. i'll make sure that i keep my disease carrying old people fingernails far away from you.&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/13757649-3346687501815147078?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/3346687501815147078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=3346687501815147078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/3346687501815147078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/3346687501815147078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/05/coachella-take-four.html' title='coachella - take four'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rjl7Ldk53qI/AAAAAAAAALI/qVLpk4eeh-o/s72-c/bracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-7936300426163354480</id><published>2007-02-25T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:19.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>littlest elliott fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReG1jThISxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hfz7wYNAGnI/s1600-h/elliott+fan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReG1jThISxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hfz7wYNAGnI/s400/elliott+fan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035505476516203282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Little One" by Elliott Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-7936300426163354480?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/7936300426163354480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=7936300426163354480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/7936300426163354480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/7936300426163354480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/02/littlest-elliott-fan.html' title='littlest elliott fan'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReG1jThISxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hfz7wYNAGnI/s72-c/elliott+fan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-6949138311358105648</id><published>2007-02-25T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:20.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes a Coachie village to raise a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on saturday, lily and i went to the mall to meet some of our friends for lunch.  here are a few pics of lily and her Coachie friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGwaDhISsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7UGUTjDdMWU/s1600-h/michael+sleeping+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGwaDhISsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7UGUTjDdMWU/s400/michael+sleeping+lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035499820044274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uncle Ambassabeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGw1zhIStI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F4q3YAUjaeg/s1600-h/michael+johnny+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGw1zhIStI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F4q3YAUjaeg/s400/michael+johnny+lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500296785644242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael and Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGxEjhISvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EgW5IVLkuhs/s1600-h/steph+and+lily+mall+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGxEjhISvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EgW5IVLkuhs/s400/steph+and+lily+mall+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035500550188714738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(listening to "Phantom Limb" by The Shins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-6949138311358105648?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/6949138311358105648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=6949138311358105648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/6949138311358105648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/6949138311358105648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-takes-coachie-village-to-raise-child.html' title='it takes a Coachie village to raise a child'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/ReGwaDhISsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7UGUTjDdMWU/s72-c/michael+sleeping+lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-2336659808125009928</id><published>2007-02-20T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:20.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rds2DDhISrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J57vL0Gzd0c/s1600-h/baby+dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rds2DDhISrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J57vL0Gzd0c/s400/baby+dear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033676434628430514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm lucky. i'm not even ashamed to tell the whole world about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God has blessed me. abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have been given a beautiful family. a husband, who not only is getting more and more attractive with each passing year... but who is so caring and puts me as a top priority in his life. a sweet baby girl, who has been sleeping through the night at only 3 weeks of age, and who rarely cries, making this new motherhood thing easier on me. two wonderful dogs, who are so well behaved and are very accepting of their new "sister".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i am so grateful to our parents and siblings for making this transition even easier for us. their love and support have been unmeasurable and we know that things would be much much harder without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;our friends, who have rallied around us and been our "family" away from our real family, have kept us sane! God placed each and every one of them in our lives for a reason, and we're glad he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Jolene" by Dolly Parton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-2336659808125009928?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/2336659808125009928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=2336659808125009928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2336659808125009928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/2336659808125009928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/02/counting-my-blessings.html' title='counting my blessings'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/Rds2DDhISrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J57vL0Gzd0c/s72-c/baby+dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1815304461814495904</id><published>2007-02-11T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:54:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F557574653MdLuCy%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D557574653%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Ffamily.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F557574653MdLuCy&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Ffamily.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F557574653MdLuCy&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/album/557574653MdLuCy"&gt;Lily Reynolds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-1815304461814495904?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/1815304461814495904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=1815304461814495904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1815304461814495904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1815304461814495904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/02/lily.html' title='lily'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-5547910404539895354</id><published>2007-01-08T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:20.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday stephanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RaMIUbibuVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ji6YF4V6jkY/s1600-h/steph+and+crit+bw+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RaMIUbibuVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ji6YF4V6jkY/s400/steph+and+crit+bw+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017863556903450962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another year of friendship with one of the best people i have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you, steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-5547910404539895354?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/5547910404539895354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=5547910404539895354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/5547910404539895354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/5547910404539895354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-stephanie.html' title='happy birthday stephanie!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RaMIUbibuVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ji6YF4V6jkY/s72-c/steph+and+crit+bw+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-1198829082361086767</id><published>2006-12-31T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:21.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goodbye 2006.  you have been such a great year, in fact, one of the best years ever.  you gave me so many wonderful memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgb9XpB8JI/AAAAAAAAACs/ltEF05unCgY/s1600-h/franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgb9XpB8JI/AAAAAAAAACs/ltEF05unCgY/s400/franklin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014788926209126546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the coachies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZf5sHpB8HI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YFOqggeh00/s1600-h/9874100-R1-040-18A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZf5sHpB8HI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YFOqggeh00/s400/9874100-R1-040-18A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014751246461038706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new nephew, lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZf6EXpB8II/AAAAAAAAACk/ft0wyh991r8/s1600-h/LincSanta2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZf6EXpB8II/AAAAAAAAACk/ft0wyh991r8/s400/LincSanta2%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014751663072866434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orlando festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgcknpB8KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bumb0TAfPTk/s1600-h/christy+interpreting+tony+dungy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgcknpB8KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bumb0TAfPTk/s400/christy+interpreting+tony+dungy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014789600518992034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgmz3pB8LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o6BMw9Vyy4U/s1600-h/9522900-R2-051-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgmz3pB8LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o6BMw9Vyy4U/s400/9522900-R2-051-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014800857628274866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pregnancy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZm5pM-IkoI/AAAAAAAAADo/AjlfIxZHzaY/s1600-h/12.29.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZm5pM-IkoI/AAAAAAAAADo/AjlfIxZHzaY/s400/12.29.06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015243777561367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing" by Sujan Stevens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-1198829082361086767?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/1198829082361086767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=1198829082361086767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1198829082361086767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/1198829082361086767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RZgb9XpB8JI/AAAAAAAAACs/ltEF05unCgY/s72-c/franklin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-9136119657714282066</id><published>2006-12-19T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:23:21.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy pawlidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RYgq73pB8FI/AAAAAAAAACE/8mQDycRpZro/s1600-h/christmas+hats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RYgq73pB8FI/AAAAAAAAACE/8mQDycRpZro/s400/christmas+hats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010301793486368850" 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/13757649-9136119657714282066?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/9136119657714282066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=9136119657714282066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/9136119657714282066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/9136119657714282066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-pawlidays.html' title='happy pawlidays!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgKXgMk5MeE/RYgq73pB8FI/AAAAAAAAACE/8mQDycRpZro/s72-c/christmas+hats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116406709767411171</id><published>2006-12-07T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:53:16.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>white christmas</title><content type='html'>tomorrow morning i will be travelling to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cincinnati&lt;/span&gt; for one final time before lily is born. i am so excited to see my family and friends &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to experience some cooler weather for a change. it will also be nice to eat my favorite foods! i will definitely be stopping at &lt;a href="http://www.frischs.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Frisch's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to grab something to eat asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a person that loves traditions. some of my favorite memories with my family are of going to the &lt;a href="http://www.cincyzoo.org/index2.html"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt;, watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and getting the cherished ornament that my mother so thoughtfully picked to represent us each year. i am thrilled at the idea of introducing lily to such fun experiences, as well as starting our own as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a great family, but i feel especially blessed to have been "adopted" into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kristen's&lt;/span&gt; (one of my oldest and dearest friends) family. they so graciously let me take part in one of the most special traditions of the season, watching White Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had never seen this wonderful musical until they introduced it to me years ago. i immediately fell in love with it. it just doesn't feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; to me without hearing Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; and Vera Ellen sing "Snow". i so look forward to this every year and feel so lucky to share in this sacred Myers women tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a little clip from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; that has completely wet my whistle for watching this movie on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;... e n j o y !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njZKxyoeGtk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/njZKxyoeGtk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-116406709767411171?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116406709767411171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116406709767411171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406709767411171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406709767411171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/12/white-christmas.html' title='white christmas'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116431346725208564</id><published>2006-11-23T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:38:36.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanksgiving lunch at the polynesian hotel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this year, i have a lot to be thankful for. first of all, i'm so thankful to God for my wonderful family. both tom and i have been able to visit most everyone that we dearly love. we are grateful that everyone is in good health and that they are doing well. this year was even more special because of our new nephew, lincoln. he is a sweet addition to our growing family. i am so happy that he is in our lives and that we will be there to experience him as he grows.  polly and franklin (our doggies) have also added so much to our lives.  God is so wonderful for giving us such loving animals to shower with affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personally, i am extremely thankful for all of my friends. the coachies, our small group, and friends from work and back home in cincinnati have all truly blessed my life. God has truly provided a strong network of friends to support me, especially as i enter this next chapter of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what i am most thankful for is tom. for as different as we are, we work. he has added more to my life than i can describe. he makes me a better person. as we go about this next adventure of becoming parents, i am glad that we are doing it together. there is no one else in the world that i would want for lily's father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so excited to meet lily in this next year. she will be the best thing that i have ever done and will fulfill me as i have never been before. i thank God for her already and for the joy that i know she will bring to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have a happy thanksgiving everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Goodnight and Go" by Imogen Heap)&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/13757649-116431346725208564?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116431346725208564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116431346725208564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116431346725208564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116431346725208564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116406114642911310</id><published>2006-11-20T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:19:06.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so i'm addicted to youtube, i know.</title><content type='html'>i just keep finding all of these awesome things to post on my blog from youtube. i'm having too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't want to offend anyone, so i apologize in advance if the follow clip does just that.&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite songs from the musical/movie "Hair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love me some nell carter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6JCCayPG7k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6JCCayPG7k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-116406114642911310?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116406114642911310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116406114642911310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406114642911310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406114642911310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-so-im-addicted-to-youtube-i-know.html' title='ok, so i&apos;m addicted to youtube, i know.'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116406090276804021</id><published>2006-11-20T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:15:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning starshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this one's for you, betsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVNy1Miw18Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVNy1Miw18Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-116406090276804021?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116406090276804021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116406090276804021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406090276804021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116406090276804021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-morning-starshine.html' title='good morning starshine'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116345515852098826</id><published>2006-11-13T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:50:01.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pokey little puppies like to play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tom and i have recently discovered two new ways to "torment" our little dogs, polly and franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the accordian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2Xpi1tXyRI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2Xpi1tXyRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aILa-SjbzHc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aILa-SjbzHc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-116345515852098826?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116345515852098826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116345515852098826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116345515852098826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116345515852098826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/11/pokey-little-puppies-like-to-play.html' title='pokey little puppies like to play!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116129386973760944</id><published>2006-11-13T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:34:47.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nat king cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZd7TJWVD9s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was lucky enough to find this video on youtube. bless the person who put it on there for us to appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nat king cole was and is one of the best musical artists of all time. watch this video and you'll see why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e n j o y .&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/13757649-116129386973760944?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116129386973760944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116129386973760944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116129386973760944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116129386973760944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/11/nat-king-cole.html' title='nat king cole'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-116129236883374585</id><published>2006-10-19T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:40:45.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/10autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/10autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/leaf-2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the falling leaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drift by the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the autumn leaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of red and gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i see your lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the summer kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the sun-burned hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i used to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;since you went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the days grow long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and soon i'll hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;old winters song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but I miss you most of all my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when autumn leaves start to fall&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/13757649-116129236883374585?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/116129236883374585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=116129236883374585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116129236883374585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/116129236883374585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/10/autumn-leaves.html' title='autumn leaves'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115863945442984491</id><published>2006-09-19T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:17:34.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>metric meets elliott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how cool ... searching youtube to show my mama an elliott video when i discover one of my favorite artists covering my absolute favorite. enjoy metric's emily haines sing "between the bars" by elliott smith. beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yM5kCRrZ2ZE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115863945442984491?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115863945442984491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115863945442984491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115863945442984491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115863945442984491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/09/metric-meets-elliott.html' title='metric meets elliott'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115811380212835797</id><published>2006-09-12T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:16:42.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for news about our baby and updated pictures, click the link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyreynolds.blogspot.com"&gt;www.babyreynolds.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115811380212835797?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115811380212835797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115811380212835797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115811380212835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115811380212835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-news.html' title='baby news!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115681431754377765</id><published>2006-08-28T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:18:37.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese potty training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i'm watching the red carpet pre-show for the emmy awards last night, when they show a clip of a japanese potty training video. hilarious! i knew that i would find it on youtube (my newest passion) and couldn't wait to post it here on my blog for everyone's enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can totally tell that it is a japanese kid at the end ... as the japanese always seem to be giving the peace sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e n j o y !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skWI8c1EFcA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skWI8c1EFcA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115681431754377765?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115681431754377765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115681431754377765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115681431754377765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115681431754377765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/08/japanese-potty-training.html' title='japanese potty training'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115650089100486300</id><published>2006-08-25T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:14:51.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catch my disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had put this video on here a while back, but it never quite worked the way that i wanted it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if i could have been a part of any music video, i'd want to have been in this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it looks like they had so much fun ... and ... there's clapping in it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Eq4oClFiA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Eq4oClFiA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115650089100486300?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115650089100486300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115650089100486300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115650089100486300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115650089100486300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/08/catch-my-disease.html' title='catch my disease'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115629983461502040</id><published>2006-08-22T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:23:54.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tag team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you think that i would have learned the first time with Polly. remember this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_2544.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;however, i'm not too bright these days ... and i obviously thought that it was a good idea to leave Polly &amp; Franklin to play together unsupervised, while i checked my email.  stupid me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_3682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;caught in the act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_3683.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_3683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;partners in crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Deceptacon" by Le Tigre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115629983461502040?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115629983461502040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115629983461502040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115629983461502040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115629983461502040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/08/tag-team.html' title='tag team'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115507493769398616</id><published>2006-08-08T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:08:57.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel gggrrrreeeaattt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is so funny. snaps for charlie for finding such an awesome commercial. babies everywhere!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOLLhMnTfZY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-115507493769398616?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115334564842810298</id><published>2006-07-19T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:47:28.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/ultrasound%207.7.06%20baby%20clapping.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/ultrasound%207.7.06%20baby%20clapping.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;claps for you, W!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thank you, Mr. President, for vetoing the stem cell bill today.  popular or not, you did the right thing for all of the unborn children that deserve the chance at life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Say Yes" by Elliott Smith)&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/13757649-115334564842810298?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115334564842810298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115334564842810298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115334564842810298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115334564842810298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-115290381822496342</id><published>2006-07-14T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:03:38.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset boulevard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/friends%20at%20figure%208%20wall.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/friends%20at%20figure%208%20wall.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was may 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a beautiful day in los angeles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;not too hot. sunny. perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5 friends went to pay their respects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;elliott smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;figure 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;each wrote what felt appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;fitting tribute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a lovely afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/christy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;walk down alameda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/remembering%20black%20and%20white.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37k_Ri1XxEc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;look closely near the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Between The Bars" by Elliott Smith)&lt;br /&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/13757649-115290381822496342?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/115290381822496342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=115290381822496342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115290381822496342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/115290381822496342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunset-boulevard.html' title='sunset boulevard'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114851921120154589</id><published>2006-05-22T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:10:57.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/expecting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/expecting.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tom and I are happy to announce that we are expecting our first baby at the end of January!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Multiply" by Jamie Lidell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/13757649-114851921120154589?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114851921120154589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114851921120154589&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114851921120154589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114851921120154589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos.html' title='guess who&apos;s...'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114747080656745230</id><published>2006-05-13T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:25:42.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5.13.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;six years ago today. time is going too fast. it hasn't always been good. it hasn't all been bad. honestly though, in the end, it's been worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/tom%20&amp;%20crit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/tom%20%26%20crit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i promise before God to love you and only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the rest of our lives together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i promise to love you in good times and bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to put your happiness first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and to always be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is the promise i make to you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the promise i'll keep forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(listening to "All At Sea" by Jamie Cullum)&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/13757649-114747080656745230?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114747080656745230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114747080656745230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114747080656745230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114747080656745230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/05/51306.html' title='5.13.06'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114671076399850117</id><published>2006-05-03T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:51:35.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just returned home from one of the best weekends of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a a video to wet your whistle of what's to come of my coachella recap post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rh-6ux37NhE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dance your pants off, betamike!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-114671076399850117?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114671076399850117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114671076399850117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114671076399850117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114671076399850117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-ching.html' title='Ch-Ching!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114617855370334901</id><published>2006-04-27T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:58:10.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>los angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;since i'm off to los angeles tomorrow evening for the coachella music festival in the city of indio... i give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"angeles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAOxo8qH_AQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAOxo8qH_AQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-114617855370334901?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114617855370334901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114617855370334901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114617855370334901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114617855370334901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/04/los-angeles.html' title='los angeles'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114589526194908799</id><published>2006-04-24T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:01:52.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>elliott</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vleJWgnyoQU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-114589526194908799?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114524013883348571</id><published>2006-04-16T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:44:19.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the african crown crane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my job is rarely boring. in fact, since i never really know what someone is going to say, it's almost always interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now don't get me wrong... i especially love when i have the opportunity to interpret at major theme parks in orlando.... wink wink. however, since i now know the shows like the back of my hand... it's not always that big of a challenge. i'm not complacent, i just know what i'm doing when i go there. the shows are always the same... that's the goal, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yesterday was the exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;let me also add that my job is usually not dangerous. i mean, it &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be, but for the most part it's extremely safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;again, yesterday was the exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kevin and i were interpreting a particular bird show, when one of the stars of said show, decided to deviate from their well rehearsed script.  when i say deviate, i mean... attack the interpreter closest to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;no joke, people.  i was standing near the stage, minding my own business... interpreting.. when all of a sudden, everything around me became windy! my hair was blowing around, feathers were flying, people in the audience were on their feet gasping and pointing, and a manager ran out into the middle of the crowd.  the beautiful african crown crane was trying to attack me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;after i realized what was happening, i immediately jumped in front of kevin, and lowered myself as close to the ground as possible.. without actually lying down.  the bird, who was no longer hovering over me, safely landed on the ground right next the first row of audience members.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;afraid that he was going to come back for round two, and try peck my eyes out, i hid behind kevin.  finally, the trainer managed to get the bird onto the stage, and helped it to exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm not kidding when i say that it was incredibly hard for me to compose myself and finish the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you know how it feels when you're almost in a car accident? you know...the whole body becomes like jello thing?  that's exactly how i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i couldn't stop shaking and really just wanted to sit down and cry because i was so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the rest of the show went very well, and afterwards we had a chance to talk over the situation with the trainers, etc.  they told me that every show is videotaped for quality purposes, and that they would be reviewing the tape to see if i unintentionally provocted the bird to go crazy. please God, let me see that tape someday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;looking back now... it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; pretty funny.  it was definitely an experience that i will never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/attack%20of%20the%20african%20crown%20crane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*before someone asks.. no, this is not an actual image of the "attack"... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; it's simply an illustration for your enjoyment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(listening to "Blue Light" by Bloc Party)&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/13757649-114524013883348571?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114524013883348571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114524013883348571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114524013883348571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114524013883348571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/04/attack-of-african-crown-crane.html' title='attack of the african crown crane'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114352088902443147</id><published>2006-03-26T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:42:50.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/oh%20yeah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/oh%20yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;(listening to "Rose Parade" by Elliott Smith)&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/13757649-114352088902443147?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114352088902443147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114352088902443147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114352088902443147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114352088902443147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='happy birthday daddy!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114325916484794442</id><published>2006-03-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:43:59.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kristen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; she'll always be there for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even when you steal the microphone from her in the Christmas pageant... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/wedding%20potty.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you have to potty on your wedding day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/scan0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or if you need someone to catch your bouquet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/kristen%20and%20christy%20at%20windmills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she'll even help you to conquer your fears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/kristen%20and%20christy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she'll always bring a smile to your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/squeeze%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and will make your friends, new friends of hers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/kristen%20and%20christy%20overlooking%20la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she'll never abandon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kristen!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(in honor of her special day... i'm listening to "I Will" by the Beatles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/13757649-114325916484794442?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114325916484794442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114325916484794442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114325916484794442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114325916484794442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/03/kristen_25.html' title='kristen'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114325662010229418</id><published>2006-03-24T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:22:39.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>piccadilly palare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/crit_in_london_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/crit_in_london_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/crit_in_london_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 9 9 3&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation&lt;br /&gt;love this picture&lt;br /&gt;what a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;piccadilly circus in london&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever cooler than that&lt;br /&gt;enchanted forest manic panic dye&lt;br /&gt;most comfortable overalls&lt;br /&gt;my old sony walkman&lt;br /&gt;new doc martens&lt;br /&gt;Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;l i f e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Panic" by The Smiths)&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/13757649-114325662010229418?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114325662010229418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114325662010229418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114325662010229418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114325662010229418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/03/piccadilly-palare.html' title='piccadilly palare'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114260205583494760</id><published>2006-03-16T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:28:56.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is tom's birthday. we met 12 years ago today, when he was 18, and now he's 30. time goes too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tom is a private person, so instead of professing my love to him here, i'll do that in private. however, i will say..... that even though things have been crappy at times, and i mean...&lt;em&gt; really &lt;/em&gt;bad, i'm glad that we've managed to stay together. it's been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i tell him this is his "author picture"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;listening to "Four Leaf Clover" by Badly Drawn Boy... my new favorite song.. of course, IT HAS CLAPPING!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-114260205583494760?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114260205583494760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114260205583494760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114260205583494760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114260205583494760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/03/tom.html' title='tom'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-114109861448635187</id><published>2006-02-27T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:50:14.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>polly is a bad girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; this is why Polly needs constant supervision.  she was alone for about 10 minutes... and look at the destruction!  she completely destroyed her bed.  now she gets to sleep on the hard floor, like all of the other non-pampered dogs in the world.  her loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm so pissed off right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "We Used To Be Friends" by The Dandy Warhols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-114109861448635187?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/114109861448635187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=114109861448635187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114109861448635187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/114109861448635187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/02/polly-is-bad-girl.html' title='polly is a bad girl!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113953323730870685</id><published>2006-02-17T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:08:18.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loosen that snot with a neti pot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahhhhh! where do i even begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago, when i was in california with my family, my dad called me over to his computer to watch a video sent by my brother. paul is never one to disappoint when it comes to funniness, and that was true for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i wasn't sure what to make of it, because it started out with very relaxing music. however, i soon broke into hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://netipot.org/demo_video.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;follow this link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then click the top where it says "Watch the Neti Pot Demonstration Here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor lady, could she look any more asexual? i swear, this looks like it could have been a SNL skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently this is a very popular product, because i found multiple places that a neti pot can be purchased online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in researching the neti pot, i found many beautiful images showcasing the pot's usefulness as well as expert neti users. please take a few moments to peruse my gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti%20pot%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;professional neti pot user&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti%20pot%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who knew that my doppelganger was such an avid user?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/nose_neti_pot_treatment_feeling_okay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to this man's site, this is an image of "a wash while feeling okay"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;notice the grin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/nose_neti_pot_treatment_feeling_awful.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"a wash while feeling cruddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti%20pot%20user.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;closet neti pot user&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti%20pot%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Comatose Neti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti%207.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who knew that Kevin Federline liked to neti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/neti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;take it from this guy, he &lt;em&gt;knows &lt;/em&gt;how to neti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/farmer%27s%20blow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't forget to finish with a "farmer's blow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/holy%20crap%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then remember to stick your excess tubing down one nostril and out your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Trusted" by Ben Folds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/13757649-113953323730870685?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113953323730870685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113953323730870685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113953323730870685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113953323730870685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/02/loosen-that-snot-with-neti-pot.html' title='loosen that snot with a neti pot!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113992382552119020</id><published>2006-02-14T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:30:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy (v)heart day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/vheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/vheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Plan A" by The Dandy Warhols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113992382552119020?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113992382552119020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113992382552119020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113992382552119020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113992382552119020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vheart-day.html' title='happy (v)heart day!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113906889579100656</id><published>2006-02-04T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T11:01:35.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"i wish i could quit you" ... (sob..sob...blah..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is too funny. thanks alisa for posting this for our enjoyment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfODSPIYwpQ"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/020306_brokebacktothefuture.jpg" 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/13757649-113906889579100656?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113906889579100656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113906889579100656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113906889579100656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113906889579100656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-could-quit-you-sobsobblah.html' title='&quot;i wish i could quit you&quot; ... (sob..sob...blah..)'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113900066607842767</id><published>2006-02-03T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:05:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really don't have anything to say, because nothing much is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did go to disneyland in cali last weekend. that was a lot of fun. as soon as i get off my butt and get my pictures developed... i will maybe post about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut and colored my hair today. (see below for a bad picture that i took of myself) i love it. it feels so healthy and i llllooooovvvveee the color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmmm..... what else.... i'm happy... oh, i know! the coachella lineup has been announced. let me just say that i about pooed myself when i saw that the Scissor Sisters are going to be there. here are the bands that i'm most looking forward to seeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scissor sisters&lt;br /&gt;metric&lt;br /&gt;daft punk&lt;br /&gt;depeche mode&lt;br /&gt;sigur ros&lt;br /&gt;franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;clap your hands say yeah (don't they just sound like a fun group?)&lt;br /&gt;go team&lt;br /&gt;cat power&lt;br /&gt;the zutons&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeahs&lt;br /&gt;bloc party&lt;br /&gt;wolf parade&lt;br /&gt;coheed and cambria&lt;br /&gt;go! team&lt;br /&gt;sleater-kinney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to kill myself to make it to the Gobi tent in time to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mogwai&lt;br /&gt;tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mostly excited to hang out with (v)hat + friends. so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's pretty much it for me. here's my bad new hair picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have a good day everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Exit Stage Right" by Badly Drawn Boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113900066607842767?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113900066607842767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113900066607842767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113900066607842767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113900066607842767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-new.html' title='nothing new...'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113813415518061348</id><published>2006-01-24T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:22:35.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kanye walks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;this picture sums up exactly why i can't stand kanye west....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/kanye%20west.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "The Repudiated Immortals" by Of Montreal")&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/13757649-113813415518061348?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113813415518061348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113813415518061348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113813415518061348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113813415518061348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/01/kanye-walks.html' title='kanye walks?'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113704004441116562</id><published>2006-01-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:27:55.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;because i love all things scary.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;diane feinstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/diane%20feinstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(not listening to anything except a plane going overhead, and my heart pounding in my chest at the sight of this woman!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113704004441116562?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113704004441116562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113704004441116562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113704004441116562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113704004441116562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/01/scary.html' title='scary!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113669174849947386</id><published>2006-01-07T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:54:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is stephanie's birthday.  to honor her, i want to dedicate this post to her and to our great friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/steph%20and%20crit%20black%20and%20white.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/steph%20and%20crit%20black%20and%20white.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hot mamasitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, where to start.  i first met stephanie when tom was doing an advanced internship with eyes &amp; ears at disney.  steph was one of his leaders and he always spoke very highly of her.  i knew that she was very into music, and that she was a lot of fun, though i didn't get to experience that first hand, until several years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after tom and i moved to orlando, i found myself lonely and needing a friend.  i didn't know it then, but God had brought stephanie into my life at a time when i needed her most.  within a few weeks, she was coming to our house bearing gifts (she's always extremely thoughtful) and encouraging me to attend the farmer's market in winter park with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i could immediately see that she was cool, and that she was going to be so much fun to hang out with.  we have had so many memorable experiences together.  going to Coachella with {v}hat, buying the Mini, photobooths, concerts, movies, shopping, dog parks, restaurants, etc.  what excites me, is that i know there are many more fun things yet to come!  yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;more things that i love about her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stephanie is and extremely talented writer and photographer.  she is smart and respectful of people's views and opinions, even when she doesn't agree.   she has such great taste in music and concerts (though i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;can't get into Bright Eyes!), and  she single-handedly brought me back from the dark ages of music listening and introduced me to a plethora of great bands.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;most importantly, she is a devoted friend.  she has such a warm personality.  she is always willing to listen and advise when appropriate.  stephanie always looks for the good in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we need more people like her in the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy birthday steph!  i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(in honor of her birthday, i'm listening to "First Day Of My Life" by Bright Eyes)&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/13757649-113669174849947386?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113669174849947386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113669174849947386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113669174849947386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113669174849947386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2006/01/stephanie.html' title='stephanie'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113358683388486257</id><published>2005-12-02T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:16:25.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gag me with a spoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a few months ago, i was out to dinner with "vhat" and we were discussing commercials. that conversation was the inspiration for this post, even if it has taken me several months to finally sit down and type out my thoughts. anyway, here goes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the business world, advertising is everything. the right (or wrong) words can either make a product seem ultra appealing or disgusting. a great example of the former are the iPod commercials. even though i am currently at war with Apple over their iTunes 5.0 fiasco, i still have to give them snaps for doing a great job of showing off how cool their product is. or even better.... how cool you can be once you buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know that i look this cool.. and skinny.. when i listen to Metric on my iPod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now let's look at another company with one of the most disgusting advertising campaigns around. i'll give you a hint... it has to do with fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no, i'm not talking about Country Crock. you know, the creepy hands that caress the tub of lard, while you hear voiceovers done by a couple that probably work as dj's on your local "soft rock" radio station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i also don't mean the old commercial with the fingernail that bends back and breaks while opening the pull-tab on a can of pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the most disgusting commercial award goes to.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L A M I S I L !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/digger%20with%20nail.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i swear, it pains me to even look at this picture posted above. i remember the first time that i saw this commercial... i actually yelled out loud and had to close my eyes. from then on, everytime that i saw either that foot or "digger" (yes, that's right, that germ thing actually has a name!), i had to quickly change the channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what kind of crack the advertising exec was on when approving this one. however, if you think about it, they really did get the job done. i know that &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; won't ever forget this commercial. if, God forbid, i ever get some unidentified toe fungi, i'm sure that i'll be hoofin' (or limpin') it to the nearest drugstore to buy some Lamisil to rid my foot of the little "diggers"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;however, it doesn't change the fact that this commercial is immensely disturbing and gross. i shutter at just the memory of seeing that toenail pull back. yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for your enjoyment, i thought that i would include a few more pictures that i found for lamisil. i'm sure that even the japanese and spanish audiences retch at the site of "digger"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/japanese%20lamisil.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/lamisil%20spanish.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/japanese%20lamisil.0.gif" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/lamisil%20spanish.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lamisil has even thought of your gift-giving needs this Christmas season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't imagine why this didn't make oprah's favorites list this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/lamisil%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things that make you go hhmmmmmm??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to close... a bit of advice for my loyal readers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASH YOUR FEET PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Oh Sweetheart" by the Shout Out Louds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113358683388486257?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113358683388486257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113358683388486257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113358683388486257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113358683388486257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/12/gag-me-with-spoon.html' title='gag me with a spoon!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113358393872163836</id><published>2005-12-02T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:25:38.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's a recorder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahhhh.... technology.... i love it!  i especially love my sidekick 2. i swear, it's hard for me to remember how i managed to live so long without it.   to have information at my fingertips is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;for example, take into account a recent trip to see Tegan &amp; Sara at the Social with some of my friends last weekend. my dear friend Stephanie, has a twin brother, and when i said that everyone has a "twin" she said, "yes, a doppelganger!" wha? i had never heard of such a word before. surely she must have made it up! however, it was only a few short moments from when i searched, before my trusty sidekick 2 had the answer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you are interested... dictionary.com gives this definition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dop·pel·gäng·er or dop·pel·gang·er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fsearch%3Fr%3D2%26q%3Ddoppelganger"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( P ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="linksrc" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (dpl-gngr, -gng-)n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting how you can learn something new everyday, even when just hanging out in between sets at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after the vocabulary lesson, i mentioned how a song we were listening to sounded like it had a recorder playing in it.  james, a cool new friend, totally agreed, and didn't even make fun of me as i began playing my "air recorder"! on the other hand, stephanie wasn't sure what we were talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(enter my sidekick 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click click click......" aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!     ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! look what google images pulled up!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/recorder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Maddox Jolie"  recorder prodigy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, like it or not, this addiction has saved me many precious hours of racking my brain, trying to figure out the answer to life's burning questions like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"what other movie have i see that actress in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"have nick &amp; jessica made up yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"who sang this song.....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;etc. etc. etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;however, let it be known that i do realize that i have a problem, and i want all of those concerned to know that i am actively trying to prevent "sidekick thumb".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, i've gotta go now....i think i just heard my tmail chime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Sleigh Ride" by Johnny Mathis... it's christmas people, give me a break!)&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/13757649-113358393872163836?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113358393872163836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113358393872163836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113358393872163836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113358393872163836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-recorder.html' title='what&apos;s a recorder?'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113339155309937368</id><published>2005-11-30T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:59:13.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas....er... "holiday" rant</title><content type='html'>i'm SOOOOOOOOO over it!  this will be brief, because i'm so ticked off, and am going to spin class to burn off all of this negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me just say that i'm not one of those "christians" that will complain about seperation of church and state, prayer in schools, etc.  it's not that i don't care, i just happen to agree that there shouldn't be prayer in schools, yada yada.  however, i AM sick and tired of people feeling like christianity is something that not only can be trashed, but that should be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example this christmas....er... "holiday" season.  apparently, it is  a new trend for major stores (and now cities... i.e. orlando) to take Christ out of Christmas.  well, i guess that i can't really say that, because it isn't even called "christmas" anymore.   no crap.  if you go to kmart, or target and ask for a "christmas" tree, they won't know where to tell you to look.  however, if you tell them that you want a "holiday" tree, they'll know exactly where to direct you.  same as in my fair city of orlando, or my husband's employer.  don't dare call the ginormous tree in front of our city hall, or in the middle of the happiest place in central orlando, a "christmas tree".  get it right, it's now a "holiday tree", people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have we become SO friggin' politically correct that we can't even use the word "christmas" to commemorate this holiday?  it's been called that since this country was founded! what's the harm?  i would venture to say that most americans celebrate christmas, but why can't we call it what it is?  does this mean that a menorah should only be refered to as a "candelabra" because it is too religious to call it the former?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i do want to make it known, that i understand why schools decide to label their winter holiday parties as that, "winter" or "holiday" party.  there are too many religions that people are involved in, to celebrate them each with their own party.... i.e.  christmas, hanukkah...  and we certainly don't want childrene to feel left out.    on the contrary,  this is very different from changing the name of our holiday icon, just to appease people who might not celebrate the way that the majority chooses to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, while i'm ranting,  i'm extremely fed up with stores like Urban Outfitters and the like, in their "Jesus" bashing.  wether they perceive it as "bashing" or not, isn't for them to decide.  Jesus soap on a rope, Jesus the action figure, Jesus is my homeboy t-shirts, are not meant to show support or appreciation for our Lord and Savior.  no, i'm sure that they are mocking.  there would be major hell to pay, should we ever mock Allah and the islamic faith, or hinduism in such a blatant way.  what gives people the "right" to only focus on christians and our faith alone?  "Jesusland" meaning all of the states that our President won in the last election.  frankly, it's uncalled for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an american, i am using my voice (thank you forefathers) and my freedom, to speak in outrage against this ridiculousness.   i am hurt, and furious.  shame on us, for allowing "political correctness" to dictate our "holidays".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Amanda Cecilia" by Elliott Smith")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113339155309937368?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113339155309937368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113339155309937368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113339155309937368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113339155309937368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmaser-holiday-rant.html' title='christmas....er... &quot;holiday&quot; rant'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113166580240575410</id><published>2005-11-10T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:06:42.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>october recap (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what an awesome month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't feel like typing a ton... so this will basically be a pictoral of my monthly activities (with a few comments here and there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e n j o y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love me some candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kevin doing the "candy dance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tinkerbell, is that you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no! it's captain hook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1774.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1774.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;holy crap. i love halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tom, steph, and kevin... pre- pop explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Magic Kingdom Scary Singers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1794.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what a great evening with my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;October 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendaversary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;kevin harrington and i met a year ago at epcot center through a mutual friend. we had an instant connection and have been good friends ever since that night. not only was he an awesome friend, but he has become a vital team member in interpreting the shows at disney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;the night that we met, we went to watch Kool &amp; the Gang, who were there for the food &amp;amp; wine festival. when we heard that they were coming back again this year, we knew that we had to go and "celebrate".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;here are a few pictures that helped to capture such a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on our way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"it's a celebration!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"oh yes it's ladies night" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dancing our pants off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me and my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boston Terrier Meetup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fleet Peeple's Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after watching the other Boston Terriers in the water, polly was enticed to join them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                 boston terrier meetup group &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113166580240575410?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113166580240575410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113166580240575410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113166580240575410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113166580240575410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/11/october-recap-part-1.html' title='october recap (part 1)'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113078901865793246</id><published>2005-11-10T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:13:22.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here is the second part of the halloween post. scroll down for a look at pumpkins from halloween's past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/1980%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is the first picture that i have where i actually helped to design the face on the pumpkin. that is probably why it looks retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/pumpkin%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as you can see, the pumpkin face has much improved over the previous pumpkin picture. it could be, that this was the year my mom started making us take turns at drawing the facial characteristics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/pumpkin%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy family pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahhh... the perfect 1980's family picture. the pumpkin doesn't look that bad either. another year, another big improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/pissed%20off%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.m.s. pumpkin carving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what my problem was, but obviously i was pissed off about something! paul looks happy, which means that he probably got to pick which part of the face he wanted to draw first. really, given the shape of the pumpkin, it doesn't look too bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/nightmare%20before%20christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the nightmare before christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in 1994, not only did tom come into my life, but also the most elaborate pumpkins that i have ever seen. this is the pumpkin which started it all.... "the nightmare before christmas". it makes my pathetic "sun" pumpkin look like the crap that it is. anyway, i remember tom spending hours making this pumpkin. it was truly a sight to be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/mortal%20kombat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mortal kombat and the jackson 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the following year, tom was addicted to playing "mortal kombat", so he decided to put the insignia on his pumpkin. however, i was addicted to the "jackson 5", and decided that "michael" (pre nose job, and child molesting) should go on mine. i cut out a huge afro and carved his face into the melon. i even had carved out the words, "jackson 5" on the top of the pumpking. i was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on halloween night, we were on my front porch passing out candy, and a woman came up, looked at my pumpkin and said, "oh look! they carved their last name into their pumpkin!" wha? no!!!! we weren't the jacksons!!!! couldn't she see the giant afro glowing in the moonlight? what an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/disney%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goofy and cinderella's castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again, tom's pumpkin is way better than mine....sigh. oh well, atleast i tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/it%20pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this was the last pumpkin that i made with my family before i got married. my mom was out of town (i think) and my dad and i had an evening at home and decided to carve this pumpkin while watching the movie, "it". what a great memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/frankenstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;boob pumpkin &amp; frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as soon as i saw this pumpkin, i knew that i had to buy it. when else would i ever find another pumpkin that looks like it has tiny breasts? my mom wouldn't let me use them for nipples, so i settled and used them for eyeballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;isn't tom's pumpkin awesome? i swear, mine NEVER turn out this cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love this picture. tom and i carved this pumpkin for a halloween party that we were having with our friends from church. my fall display kicked-ass that year. ahhh yes, 2002, that's when i used to entertain and have people over. (something i haven't really done since moving to florida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/ily.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not my pumpkin, but wanted to put up a picture of it anyway. one of my students in my sign language class carved it for me as a thank you. it was so cool, that i just had to share it with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hope that you enjoyed my pumpkin post (even if it wasn't finished until the second week of november)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;check back for a recap of october!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Thule" by The Album Leaf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-113078901865793246?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113078901865793246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113078901865793246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113078901865793246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113078901865793246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/11/pumpkins.html' title='pumpkins!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113036366977463948</id><published>2005-10-31T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:13:39.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love halloween! i look forward to this day every year. this is my favorite holiday. i know, some might say, "what about Christmas, which celebrates Christ's birth?" i like that too. however, a whole day dedicated to dressing up, eating so much candy that your teeth instantly rot out, and having the crap scared right out of your colon, is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back to halloween's past, and reading betamike's blog, inspired me to share some of my cool (and not so cool) costumes and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us begin the journey.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/kkk%20christy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"kkk christy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/kkk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;boba fett, kkk christy, and a storm trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is scary in more ways than one. first of all, i totally look like the spawn of a klansman. secondly, i was only two years old, so my parents are to blame for this offensive costume. this picture was taken of me in 1980. we moved to this neighborhood (where i grew up... my brother paul, now owns this house!) only two months earlier. i'm sure that the neighbors thought that my parents were whack-jobs. i'm sure that they're right. nobody in their right mind, would dress their child like this in 2005, unless you live in the sticks in the south and drive around with a confederate flag in the back of your pick-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/ragedy%20ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"raggedy ann"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i especially wanted to include this one for you, betamike. here i am dressed as raggedy ann in one of those cheap plastic costumes from the grocery store. i'm sure that i picked it out, since i was getting to that age where you make choices that seem good at the time, but years later, you realize that they weren't. my mom tells me that she tried to talk me out of it, but i insisted, saying that all of my friends had costumes like it, and i wanted to be just like them. i've always been such a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/gypsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"gypsy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remember that this was my mom's idea, but i loved it. having always been a jewelry lover, i relished the idea of putting on an obscene amount of rings, bracelets, and necklaces. of course, not only did i get to wear jewelry, but i was able to finally wear makeup too. i love red lipstick....as you can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/ballerina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"ballerina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there was an older girl who lived down the street from me and she took ballet lessons. at this time, i wanted to be a ballerina when i grew up. she let me borrow two of her old recital costumes for halloween... one for the school halloween parade and party, and the other for trick-or-treating. however, being that it is always pretty chilly in ohio during the month of october, i had to wear a shaw over it. everytime i went up to someone's house, i had to take off my "wrap" so that they could see my costume. this was years before disney sold one to match the actual costume (i.e. cinderella, snow white, blah, blah, blah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/princess%20diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"princess diana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i always loved princess diana. in second grade, i even had my hair cut to look like her's. i was such a dork. anyway, this is me in my princess di outfit. the only thing that i remember from this night, was that my necklace broke on someone's porch, and my dad patiently helped me to pick each one up, and put them into my candy bag. i was devestated, and he took a bad and embarrasing situation, and made it so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/hippie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"hippie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;admittedly, this was a half-assed costume. i didn't really feel like dressing up. i really only wanted candy. (or maybe it was pms. check back at the next post for a looksy at my pissed-off carving experience.) like the perm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(** there is somewhat of a time lapse here, as it was around this time that i would go to my friends houses for trick-or-treating. resulting in... no pictures! **)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/farmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"nelly sue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;originally, this costume was made as a joke with a friend. we created aliases and went out to a hick country restaurant, called.... are you ready..... 'Po Folks. no crap. not only could you buy a moonpie at the counter when you were paying your bill, but you could also drink from jelly jars underneath flowerpot light fixtures. yee haw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/wizard%20of%20oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"the wizard of oz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a few years into our relationship, tom and i had decided that we were too old to trick-or-treat, so instead, we went to the church to pass out candy. we had a hard time deciding what to be.... finally deciding to be "dorothy" and "the scarecrow" from the wizard of oz. i bought some red flats from goodwill, and spent many painful hours hot-gluing red sequins onto them. ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/CATBAT%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"catbat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this is one of my favorite costumes. tom's sister was having a halloween party, and we were helping her to carve pumpkins and prepare for the festivities. i didn't have a costume, so i created "catbat" out of a headband and a cape. we enjoyed scaring the crap out of jenn and her friends. what a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/gypsy2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"gypsy #2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok. i know, it's pretty dumb to reprise an old halloween costume, however, this time it was for a good cause. there was a younger girl that lived on my parents' street, and she didn't have many friends, or siblings...so my mom volunteered me to go trick-or-treating with her. she wanted to dress up like me, so i decided that being a gypsy (again) would be the easiest costume. i love this picture. not only does it show off my yellow doc's, but also my skinny body!!!! i swear, i've never looked better. what the crap happened?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so there you have it. a short jaunt down memory lane of some of my finest (and not-so-finest) halloween costumes. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; check back to the next post for pumpkins from halloween past!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;* some costumes which i had, but unfortunately, don't have pictures of..... Robert Smith (The Cure), Jellyorum (Cats), Sunshine Christy, Mary Poppins, Mousketeer, and Kids Incorporated dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz)&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/13757649-113036366977463948?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113036366977463948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113036366977463948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113036366977463948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113036366977463948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='this is halloween!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-113036338835818705</id><published>2005-10-26T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:57:25.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>petunia face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;Petunia Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;polly is just as excited for halloween as i am. can't you tell? hee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;(listening to "We Didn't Do It" by Tegan &amp;amp; Sara)&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/13757649-113036338835818705?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/113036338835818705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=113036338835818705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113036338835818705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/113036338835818705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/10/petunia-face.html' title='petunia face'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112874058733060630</id><published>2005-10-07T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:22:05.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>christy reynolds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;look what comes up when you google "christy reynolds" under images!  whacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/christy%20reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/christy%20reynolds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(listening to "Fortress" by Pinback)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112874058733060630?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112874058733060630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112874058733060630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112874058733060630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112874058733060630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/10/christy-reynolds.html' title='christy reynolds?'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112794479671820108</id><published>2005-09-28T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:00:49.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"elliott" (the turtle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know what it is about me.... if it is because i am soft-hearted (like my mama), or if i just have a really good eye, but i always seem to be able to find turtles in distress, and feel the need to bring them to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have been living in florida, i have already saved three turtles from almost certain death. my most recent one being, "elliott", the ginormous turtle i saved on my street yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was minding my own business, driving to the gym, when i drove past a turtle on the side of my street. i wasn't sure if he was alive or had "passed on", but i decided to stop anyway. as i approached him, i noticed that he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; still alive, and needed to be moved, or would most likely be killed. the only predicament was how in the world could i get him to the lake? i had a bad experience when i was younger with a turtle in the car (that my mom, brother, and i were trying to save), so i didn't exactly want him to be next to me, even if that would have meant on the floor. so i decided that the trunk was the best bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/turtle%2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/turtle%2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/turtle%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/turtle%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i quickly cleared out my trunk, to make room for my&lt;br /&gt;scared friend. as i was going to pick him up, a woman approached us on a walk with her dog, and told me that it was a hard-shelled turtle (of course! i have never known a turtle to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have a hard shell), and that she was glad i was saving it, because all animals should have a good chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i approached him, he quickly went into his shell, though i could see that he had some extremely long claws...or nails, whatever. anyway, that made me nervous. i was afraid that he was going to start coming out of his shell when i picked him up, though he didn't, thank God. i did finally put him in my trunk, and quickly grabbed my Sidekick, so i could snap some pictures for this blog. yes, i am always trying to think of good things to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i drove him to a nearby construction dump, that happened to be next to Turkey Lake. I quickly retrieved him from my trunk, and walked him all of the way down to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/turtle%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/turtle%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here, he started to feel comfortable enough to emerge from his shell, and hopefully, feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i named him "elliott", which seemed to be a much more mature sounding name compared to "tiger", the first turtle that i ever saved! funny how we sometimes give animals "people" names, especially named after our favorite singers. (another turtle that i saved a long time ago, was given the name "robert", after robert smith of "the cure".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that elliott lives many happy days in Turkey Lake, and that he manages to stay away from roads from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/turtle%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"elliott" in his new home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(listening to "Naked As We Came" by Iron &amp;amp; Wine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112794479671820108?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112794479671820108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112794479671820108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112794479671820108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112794479671820108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/elliott-turtle.html' title='&quot;elliott&quot; (the turtle)'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112748967719705409</id><published>2005-09-23T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:10:00.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he's fun, he's cool, AND it's his birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's funny how you can instantly love a person, even after only knowing them for a short time. that is how i feel about michael kelly (aka betamike). i had always wondered who he was, but knew that he must be cool, having always been included in stephanie's concert update emails. however, it wasn't until i met him at her birthday party, last january, that i had a face to put with the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally met him, he wasn't at all what i had expected. i can't quite put into words what i thought that he was going to be like, but i &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; say that the man with the awesome tie and cool glasses that introduced himself as "mike kelly", wasn't what i had imagined. nevertheless, as i sat across from him at the dinner table, realizing that we knew the same people and liked the same music, i was secretly hoping that we could become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest is history. we saw each other at "paws in the park", where the first talk of going to "coachella" was suggested. and in indio, california, somewhere in between the "tender loins", morning breakfasts, talks of our mutual love of all things scary and "night of the living dead", and calling home to check on the "girls" (olive and polly), a friendship was formed. a friendship that i hope will last for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, michael kelly. have a very happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/birthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in honor of his birthday, i'm listening to "southern belles in london sing" by The Faint) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112748967719705409?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112748967719705409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112748967719705409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112748967719705409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112748967719705409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/hes-fun-hes-cool-and-its-his-birthday.html' title='he&apos;s fun, he&apos;s cool, AND it&apos;s his birthday!!!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112748899717178556</id><published>2005-09-23T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:24:12.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>metric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;Previously shown here was...&lt;br /&gt;"Combat Baby" by Metric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE this song, and i am digging the marionettes too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112748899717178556?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112748899717178556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112748899717178556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112748899717178556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112748899717178556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/metric.html' title='metric'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112684281576275472</id><published>2005-09-15T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:42:24.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"i got a question mark"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was reading a blog posted by one of betamike's friends and it inspired me to be a copycat. he had a list of random "questions" that are sometimes forwarded for people to answer about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have always been fascinated by the answers that people write, so i decided to make up my own "quiz" for the readers of this blog. if you want to take it, please feel free to copy and paste this post into an &lt;a href="crit_terp@yahoo.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; with your answers. you might see some of the best (and most entertaining) answers in an upcoming post*. i went ahead and took the quiz myself, with my answers highlighted in red. e n j o y !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. if you could have named yourself, what would you have picked? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;clementine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. if you could be on The Price Is Right, what game would you want to play? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Plinko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. suppose you are stranded on an island and have only one music group that you could listen to for the rest of your life, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elliott Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. what was your first pet's name, and what kind of animal was/is it? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a kitty named "Max"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. which search engine do you prefer...yahoo! or google? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. which tabloid headline are you most bored of hearing about... brad and angelia, tom and katie, or britney spears' baby? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tom and katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. what is the best concert that you have ever attended? (coachella doesn't count, vhat! i want to know a specific group) &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;chemical brothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. what are you most comfortable wearing? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sweatpants, a tanktop, and flip-flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. in high school, what were you "labeled" as? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"alternative" (whatever that is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. what is your favorite book? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;merriam-websters thesaurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11. if you had to pick the last meal before you died, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my mom's spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12. if you could speak any language fluently, what would you speak? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;13. if you could visit any foreign country, where would you go? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;14. what is your favorite fast food restaurant? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;chick-fil-a!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;15. if you had to chose, would you give up your hearing or sight? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tough question. i guess, sight. weird coming from an interpreter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;16. if you could be a superhero, who would you be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;17. if you could commit any crime and get away with it, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;arson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;18. if you could hear what someone was thinking for one day, who would you choose? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;polly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;19. if you had the opportunity to change one thing about your body, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;20. if you were a toy, what toy would you be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a big mouth singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;21. if you could be born again in any time period and country, when and where would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;England in the 1940's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;22. if you were the President, what would you change? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;roe v. wade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;23. if you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;go home &amp;amp; get another tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;24. if you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;25. if you could have inspired any song, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"the luckiest" by ben folds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;26. what is your favorite candy? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;twizzlers or tootsie rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;27. if you could be an animal for one day, which animal would you be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a manatee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;28. if you could front any music group, which would it be? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;rilo kiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;29. if you had the entire world captive for 5 minutes, what would you say? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"god created us to love each other, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quit bickering and murdering innocent babies... (and of course) i love chick-fil-a and tom reynolds!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;30. if you could be invisible for a day, what would you do? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sneak into the White House (like in X-Men 2!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*unless otherwise requested, your name will accompany your answer, should it be picked for the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "A Question Mark" by Elliott Smith)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112684281576275472?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112684281576275472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112684281576275472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112684281576275472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112684281576275472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-question-mark.html' title='&quot;i got a question mark&quot;'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112683458804893891</id><published>2005-09-15T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:36:16.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the freaks come out at night....even for charity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_15991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/200/IMG_1599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;recently, i was able to interpret at a charity event (which was open to the general public, so that's why i can write about it here). i was super excited to go and was going to be teaming with my good buddy, Rafael, and my friend Kevin, was going to be my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/200/IMG_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, when we arrived, we all soon realized that it wasn't the "semi-formal gala" that was advertised. there were some whacked out people there, and people were dressed in anything from evening dresses to Hooters attire. as advertised, there &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; "celebrities and beauty queens" in attendance, even if they were just look-alikes or local. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/200/IMG_16171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;overall, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; quite fun. the food was free, i was able to hang out with my friends, and it's not everyday that you get to interpret for Cher &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Elvis impersonators!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/200/IMG_16271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;bring it on, Steve Austin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gypsies, tramps or thieves?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..... maybe a little bit of each! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so nice of George and Laura to make an appearance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm so lucky to have friends like Kevin and Rafael&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(listening to "Hey Now Now" by The Cloud Room)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112683458804893891?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112683458804893891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112683458804893891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112683458804893891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112683458804893891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/freaks-come-out-at-nighteven-for.html' title='the freaks come out at night....even for charity!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112666897685854744</id><published>2005-09-13T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:37:24.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vhat reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/vhat%20for%20blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/vhat%20for%20blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;v&lt;v&gt;hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what a nice evening with my v&lt;v&gt;&lt;v&gt;hat friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. i needed it.&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/13757649-112666897685854744?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112666897685854744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112666897685854744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112666897685854744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112666897685854744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/vhat-reunion.html' title='vhat reunion'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112655245757794043</id><published>2005-09-12T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:17:13.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>in my sick mind, this is what i envision happening on the inside of my iPod when i push, "play".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(previously showing the "Such Great Heights" video by The Postal Service)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112655245757794043?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112655245757794043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112655245757794043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112655245757794043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112655245757794043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112614641055714872</id><published>2005-09-07T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:29:57.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big mouth singers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/bigmouthsingers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/bigmouthsingers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"LA! LA! LA!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone remember this toy? of course, i &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that my dad will. you know how periodically, memories will come rushing back into your mind? this just happened to me a few minutes ago, so i immediately wanted to post about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/bigmouthsingersad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;only $6.99? sign me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was very young, probably two or three years old, i received a "Big Mouth Singers" toy as a present, probably for my birthday. i don't remember if i had seen a commercial about it, and wanted one, or if someone thought that it would be a cute present to give a little girl. nevertheless, i was given one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where my happy story quickly takes a very sad turn. it broke, or was already broken when i went to play with it. i would push the buttons, and their happy little mouths would open and close, but no sound would come out. of course, i am sure that i was heartbroken. i have always loved music, and especially the piano, and i am sure that the concept of this toy could have somehow helped to foster that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my father and brother realized that an opportunity was obviously presenting itself. you would think that the "opportunity" would be to return the faulty merchandise and replace it with one that worked, therefore, resulting in a happy daughter/sister. however, this nice option didn't enter their minds. instead, they decided that it would be more advantageous to exchange it for a basketball that the two of them could enjoy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i don't know if i realized it at the time that i was getting screwed (or as i like to say, "the ripper") out of a birthday present. i would like to think that i was oblivious to this cruelty. however, i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know that my &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;naivete&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;couldn't have lasted too long, because that became a favorite story for them to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not all doom and gloom. i never let go the fact that they had done that to me, and i made my dear dad apologize on more than one occasion. years later, he did make it up to me. when i first discovered &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;, i found an original "Big Mouth Singers" toy and my dad did buy it for me. ironically, this one didn't work either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my story of the "Big Mouth Singers". i was just watching the above video of "Now It's On" by Grandaddy, and saw this toy near the end, hence recalling the memory of this classic toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for my vhat crew... don't you think that it would have been better if, for the video, his hat had a better word written on it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Pretty (Ugly Before)" by Elliott Smith) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112614641055714872?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112614641055714872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112614641055714872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112614641055714872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112614641055714872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-mouth-singers.html' title='big mouth singers'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112614335148690751</id><published>2005-09-07T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:43:08.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes...take a backseat, baby!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, i have a new favorite!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allofmp3.com"&gt;www.allofmp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this website, has already saved me money.  i purchased three cds yesterday for only a tiny fee.  i'm hoping that this is legal.... Esq. (aka Kristen) says that it might not be, but i'm taking my chances.  at least i am not "sharing" through some of the other sites that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you should check it out.  very cool, and cheaper than iTunes and Musicmatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112614335148690751?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112614335148690751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112614335148690751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112614335148690751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112614335148690751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/09/itunestake-backseat-baby.html' title='iTunes...take a backseat, baby!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112446004968903365</id><published>2005-08-19T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:17:55.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com"&gt;videocodezone.com&lt;/a&gt; is one of my new favorite things! thanks alisa, for showing me such a cool way to share my favorite songs (and videos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check back to see new videos updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, for my vhat crew, watch this video and look for the "door" at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(previously showing the video "Son of Sam" by Elliott Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112446004968903365?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112446004968903365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112446004968903365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112446004968903365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112446004968903365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='these are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112429948896393903</id><published>2005-08-17T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:26:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why "Diddy" do it again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;breaking news! sean combs has changed his name, again!. you might not know him by his given name, "Sean", but rather.... Puffy, Puff Daddy, P.Diddy, yada yada yada. he was recently quoted as saying that he needed to drop the "P" because, "[the 'P'] was getting between me and my fans". wow! i never realized how much that one initial held me back from fully appreciating your rip-offs.....er...."music".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has promised a grand "unveiling" of his name at the Video Music Awards. personally, i am sitting in a puddle of my own urine, just waiting in anticipation of this blessed event. please read this quote on what we should expect, should we be lucky enough to tune in for the walk down the red carpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be honest, the unveiling of Diddy, you gonna see that at the [Video Music Awards]," he told MTV News. "You gonna see that in the entrance. You gonna see that swagger. You gonna see how I'm gonna navigate you through the journey. I'm gonna play my position, my role. The artists are gonna play their role. We're gonna have an incredible, incredible party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my role in this "show"? is it to sit and watch you parade down the crimson carpet in your white suit, cane in hand, top hat securely on your head, and an anorexic barely-clad waif on your arm? or is it to listen to you incessantly drone on and on, using your ignorant version of the English language, on how you are an "artist"? no thank you. that is one "journey", i will happily not be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the role model of the "future of america". disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Cold Hands (Warm Heart)" by Brendan Benson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112429948896393903?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112429948896393903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112429948896393903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112429948896393903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112429948896393903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-diddy-do-it-again.html' title='why &quot;Diddy&quot; do it again?'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112414251293953178</id><published>2005-08-15T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:00:37.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of clapping....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ben lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv2.com/#series/10897"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/ben%20lee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love, love, love his new song, "Catch My Disease". it also has one of the most fun videos that i have ever seen. click his picture (above) and watch it through the link to the MTV2 website. if i could be in any music video, i would definitely want to be dancing and CLAPPING in this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112414251293953178?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112414251293953178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112414251293953178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112414251293953178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112414251293953178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/08/speaking-of-clapping.html' title='speaking of clapping....'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112017537588155760</id><published>2005-08-05T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:25:08.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love any song with clapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if clapping and singing make you happy too, then you might enjoy the song list below. i can't help but clap along to these songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you are rhythmically saavy, then you can impress your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ladies Night - Kool And The Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Comfortably Numb - Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dirty Harry - Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Clark Gable - The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Speak Slow - Tegan &amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;The Sound Of Settling - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;I Want You Back - The Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;You Got Me - VHS or Beta&lt;br /&gt;Deceptacon - Le Tigre&lt;br /&gt;Fell Down The Stairs - Tilly &amp;amp; The Wall&lt;br /&gt;Shiny Happy People - R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing The Lipless - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Along Comes Mary - The Association&lt;br /&gt;Get It On - T-Rex&lt;br /&gt;Brown-Eyed Girl - Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Sexx Laws - Beck&lt;br /&gt;Close To Me - The Cure&lt;br /&gt;Peace Train - Cat Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ya! - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;Wip It - Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiny Little Fractures - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm A Country Boy - John Denver&lt;br /&gt;Ask - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop - The Cordettes&lt;br /&gt;Hey Now Now - The Cloud Room&lt;br /&gt;If You Wanna Be Happy - Jimmy Soul&lt;br /&gt;Been Caught Stealing - Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Road - Lindsey Buckingham&lt;br /&gt;Hey Micky - Toni Basil&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' Jiggy With It - Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because i can, here are some pictures of me and stephanie. she has a cool new Mini Cooper, and i am sure that we will have many hours of fun, clapping and singing together on our "mini" roadtrips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/steph%20and%20crit%20bw%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/steph%20and%20crit%20bw%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(listening to "Nothing Much Happens" by Ben Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112017537588155760?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112017537588155760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112017537588155760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112017537588155760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112017537588155760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it-clap.html' title='if you&apos;re happy and you know it, clap your hands!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112191108947779945</id><published>2005-07-20T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:00:41.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/toddler%20laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/toddler%20laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i found this picture of myself today and had to ask myself, what the crap is wrong with me? why must i always look like i am a retarded person who just got off of the short bus?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(listening to "Tiptoe through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112191108947779945?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112191108947779945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112191108947779945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112191108947779945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112191108947779945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='what the???'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112119907469226882</id><published>2005-07-12T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:44:29.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday drive-in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahhh, the drive-in. remember those? sadly, most of them are now gone and have been flattened by the newest Super Wal-Mart. if you think about it, we are destroying a little part of American history, one theatre at a time, as more and more of these relics are forgotten about and fall into disrepair. i would love to have been alive during their heyday, to celebrate this unique way to go to the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;recently, while on vacation, i was able to journey back through time to experience going to the drive-in. i went with my husband, his dad and sister (polly too!) to the &lt;a href="http://www.holidayautotheatre.com"&gt;holiday auto-theatre&lt;/a&gt; in hamilton, ohio to take in a double feature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/polly%20drivein.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;polly and her dad, on their way to the drive-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rebound and Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith were playing, and even though i had already seen the later, it was going to be fun to watch them in such a cool environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after driving for an hour we finally saw the sign that let us know we had arrived. i was prettty sure that we weren't going to see another sign like this in the cornfield that we were driving through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/drive-in%20entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as we turned the corner and the screen peeked into view i became extremely excited. memories of past visits to establishments such as this, came into my head. Spaceballs and Superman IV were the movies being shown on my first visit to a drive-in. the year was 1987 and i was only nine years old. i remember peering at the giant screen watching Spaceballs from the backseat of my parents' car. i was eating popcorn while covered up with a ridiculous amount of blankets, and surrounded by every pillow that i could stuff into the backseat while still having enough room for my brother to sit. i didn't make it through both movies. i fell asleep during Superman. but i sure did try to stay awake for both, because i didn't want to miss out on such a cool movie-going experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_12611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, back to my most recent encounter. it was a beautiful night for watching a movie outdoors. the temperature was not too warm and not too cool, but just perfect. after settling on a spot, we tuned the stereo to the right station, set out chairs and prepared the suv by layering blankets and pillows in the back cab. we sat around chatting and listening to old radio programs that were being piped through the loud speakers. one in particular, probably from the 1950's, was a man reciting the pledge of allegiance and talking about what it meant to him. it doesn't get more american than that... let's hit the refreshment stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while in the snack bar, i met a wonderful worker there named Debbie. she was very sweet and told me that i could take pictures of anything that i wanted, except for the screen after the movies had started. she even let me take a picture of her! i told her that she would be on my blog, but she didn't know what a blog was, so i promised to send her some pictures via the postal service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the refreshment stand was so cool. it still had some of the original displays that continued to be used to present and sell food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_12812.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_12812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_12992.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_12992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if i can speak candidly, and since i know that debbie will probably never be tech-savvy enough to search and find my blog, then i must say that the food sucked and was way over priced. no candy! can you believe that? i know, how could i survive, right? candy takes up 5 out of 6 of my basic food groups. luckily, it was such a cool atmosphere that my hungry belly didn't mind going without sustenance for a little bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1280.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_12952.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="324" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_12952.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jenn at the snack bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vintage speaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this drive-in didn't have any in working order, but one was on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the rules &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;apply to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1260.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1270.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everyone is ready for the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/IMG_1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;polly too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/400/popcorn%20kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;during the intermission, we hit the snack bar one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;overall, it was a great time. both of the movies were good, and what could have been an ordinary night of going to the movies, really became an event that was unique and special with a family that i love and cherish. it was so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/1222/320/IMG_1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;going to the drive-in is rad!&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/13757649-112119907469226882?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112119907469226882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112119907469226882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112119907469226882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112119907469226882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/07/holiday-drive-in.html' title='holiday drive-in'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-112017074963054394</id><published>2005-06-30T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:45:32.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>driving ..... me   crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/drivers%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/drivers%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't a nice Christian girl, this is what you would see if you ever cut me off on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the crap is up with people not knowing how to drive?  i swear.  i am so frickin' sick of people cutting me off, not waving to say "thanks" after i let them out, rubber-necking for no good reason, slamming on their brakes for nothing, and talking on their cell phones.  ok, i might be guilty of the last example, but for the most part, i try my best to be a very conscientious driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, i was seriously cut off (meaning, if i hadn't SLAMMED on my brakes, i would have been in an accident) by not one, not two, but three drivers.  this happened in a span of about twenty minutes.  if i hadn't been paying attention, i could have really been hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people feel the need to just "come on over" when there is just enough space for one car between mine and the car in front of me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people have to slow down to look at a truck with a flat tire that has stopped way off to the side of the expressway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't people in the greater orlando area wave "thanks" when someone is kind enough to let them out... sometimes, even holding up a few cars behind them just to be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are questions that i ponder as i drive on my crazy daily commute to and from various assignments.  but the stupidity that i normally witness doesn't necessarily have to happen when their cars are in motion.  oh no!  today, i saw one of the scariest and most dangerous acts of stupidity ever, while i was at the 7-eleven on Kirkman road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had stopped on my way to work to fill up my car with some much needed gas, and had to go inside to pay.  (ok, so i could have paid outside, but i needed some caffeine and bought a mt. dew) after making it through the ridiculously long line, i finally was only one person away from making my purchases.  unfortunately, the gentleman who was next in line didn't speak any English (big frickin' surprise) and could not pronounce the number fourteen correctly.  this began a rather long dialogue between him and the poor clerk behind the counter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk:  "Which number sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Fortee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk:  "Excuse me, did you say forty?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Fortee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk:  "I'm sorry sir, I can't understand you.  Do you mean fourteen as in 1-4 or forty as in 4-0?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Fortee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy schnoli! can someone please interpret?  i was beginning to think that murphy's law was in full force as i watched person after person checking out in the line next to me.  finally, i could wait no longer and jumped into the "express" line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i had made my purchases i went outside to fill up my tank.  as i stood there, watching the gasoline meter click away the numbers, i noticed my non-english speaking friend had finally paid and was now standing in the next row over.  he and his counterpart were filling up multiple portable containers with gasoline.  not so bad, right?  THEY WERE STILL IN THE TRUNK OF THEIR CAR!!!  i was absolutely horrified.  of course, they were not using a funnel and the gasoline was spilling everywhere!  now, you don't need to know English to be able to read a picture diagram.  you can't tell me that in all of their years of driving that they have never seen a sticker like this on the fuel pump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/gas%20pump1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/gas%20pump1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it BE any more clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if it couldn't get any worse, the guy realized that they were having a hard time reaching the fuel nozzel to the container, so he started up his car to move it closer!  seeing that i had just finished with my own fill up, i wanted to get out of there before they blew us all up, but never being able to keep my mouth shut, i had to try to let them know that what they were doing was dangerous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy:  "Excuse me, that is very dangerous.  You shouldn't be doing that in the trunk of the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Excuseme?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy:  "What you are doing is dan-ger-ous!" (now adding gestures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Excuseme?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy:  (Thinking to herself... what is the Spanish word for "caution"?  Despacio?  Cuidado?  Why didn't I pay attention in the four years of Espanol that I took in school???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't even try to say anything else.  i just got the heck out of there as fast as my little Volvo could carry me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know that they didn't blow themselves up. atleast, not at THAT 7-eleven, since it was still standing when i was driving home from work.  i just hope that, in the future, they don't accidentally kill an innocent person because of their stupidity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this, and can see yourself as one of those people i was describing in the beginning of this post, (rubber-necker, excessive braker, cell phone talker... well maybe not the last one) please do us all a favor and change your ways.  we all want to arrive at our destinations as safely and swiftly as possible.  not to mention, with our blood pressure at an acceptable rate too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-112017074963054394?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/112017074963054394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=112017074963054394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112017074963054394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/112017074963054394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/06/driving-me-crazy.html' title='driving ..... me   crazy!'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-111988720550545715</id><published>2005-06-27T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:53:20.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/piano1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/piano1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew up having a baby grand piano that i could bang on and eventually learned to play.  my parents enrolled me in piano lessons when i was young, and even with a mean old hag for a teacher, my love for this instrument grew.  i remember how this teacher would get on my case for looking at my hands as i played.  one time, she decided that she was going to teach me a lesson on how to not look at my hands, but instead to concentrate on the notes printed on the music in front of me.  she took the piano lid and held it down just above my fingers so that i couldn't see them.  i began to cry, only to be met with disapproving looks and words about not being a "baby" from this woman.  i was so afraid of her dropping it on my hands.  she wouldn't have known, nor would she listen when i tried to explain how my older brother would sometimes slam my own piano lid on my fingers when he wanted to be especially mean.  what an awful memory. (and paul, if you should read this, i was more hurt by the teacher's unkind words than by your actions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this caused me to quit taking lessons, only to take them up years later from a wonderfully sweet woman named Mrs. Kirby.  she was awesome.  she used to laugh at me for playing everything as fast as i could.  whenever i was going to learn a new piece, i would ask her to play it through for me one time first.  i would listen intently trying to memorize the melody.  i didn't really want to learn that actual notes on the music, instead i wanted to sound it out for myself.  she soon caught on to my antics!  however, she never chastised me for not practicing, or was disappointed when i picked enya over mozart.  she was always gracious and kind.  she was the best piano teacher that i could have asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eventually quit taking lessons around my freshman year of high school.  i was becoming involved in percussion and was singing a lot at school, which didn't leave time for me to continue with private lessons.  years passed until i saw Mrs. Kirby again.  i had gotten married and didn't even own a piano at my new home.  i always wondered what she was doing, if she had continued teaching or not.  one day, i decided to drive to her house on the chance that she might be there.  i wanted her to hear me play all of the songs that i had learned (without actual sheet music, by the way) since being a student of hers.  she was so happy to see me, and quietly listened as i played.  i knew that when i left, i would probably never see her again.  i haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since that day, my desire to play has continued to grow.  a few years ago i received, as a gift from my dear aunt genie, an upright piano.  it has a beautiful black matte finish to it and sounds great.  i left it in ohio when i moved to florida and have missed it often since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes dream about playing the piano.  i try to remember the songs and how they sound when i play it.  i always look forward to going back home to ohio, so that i can sit for as long as i like, at my mother-in-law's shiny black piano.  sometimes i feel like crying because i miss playing so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i was searching on ebay (as i often do)for an inexpensive piano in the orlando area.  i found one.  we will see on wednesday if i get it.  i already have a list of songs that i will learn as soon as it is in my home.  i am so excited, that even the thought of being able to play soon makes me want to spin around in circles and squeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that is all for now. i am on my way to meet one of my favorite people for lunch.  have a blessed day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Late" by Ben Folds)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111988720550545715?l=critterp.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-111919764295438115</id><published>2005-06-19T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:23:31.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/scan0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/scan0067.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to this day every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me laugh and some of the best memories of my life he has been a part of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that he won't be around forever, so that is why i try to make the most of all of the time that i have with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love calling him just so that we can laugh our butts off reminiscing about funny things that have happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when we can look at each other and know exactly what the other person is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we even say the same thing at the exact same moment or say, "i was just going to say that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both love halloween and going to haunted houses together.  my dad introduced me to horror movies (maybe a little too early, but oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and i can have entire conversations that consist of us calling each other a "butt".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that if i am ever in trouble that i can call him and he will come to help me no matter what time or where i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is one of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love spending time just with him so that we can be as "whacked out" as we want without getting in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am one of the luckiest girls in the world to have a dad like i do.  he cares for me, supports me, and loves me just the way that i am.  he is how God intended fathers to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;happy father's day, dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111919764295438115?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/111919764295438115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=111919764295438115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111919764295438115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111919764295438115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-dad.html' title='my dad'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-111919493012994509</id><published>2005-06-19T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:28:50.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mix it up</title><content type='html'>i must give a shout out to my friend Michael for sending me this awesome site.  most of you probably won't like the music (danny, alisa and kristen, you all probably will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.partyben.com/downloads/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i needed to share.  i love it.  especially because i heard "Rock the Casbah" by The Clash at the 7 - elev the other day and i was the only person dancing and singing to it in the store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e n j o y !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Somebody Told Me" Clash/Killers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111919493012994509?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/111919493012994509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=111919493012994509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111919493012994509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111919493012994509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/06/mix-it-up.html' title='mix it up'/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-111911113206182589</id><published>2005-06-18T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:12:12.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>i am still new at the whole "blogger" thing and decided to make some changes today.  i really didn't care for the old layout, so i decided to change it.  you will also notice that i have added links to my friend's blogs as well as pictures on flickr.  i should be adding my favorite links soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is saturday and i am not working.  hooray.  i might go and see a movie later with my husband and our friend.  i really want to see "Cinderella Man" because I hear that it is good.  we'll see.  other than that i am just staying at home today cleaning and doing odds and ends things.  i am feeling very blah, even though miss polly is sweetly napping on my lap as i type this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think that i am going to eat lunch now.  maybe that will help me to perk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Laura" by the Scissor Sisters)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111911113206182589?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/111911113206182589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=111911113206182589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/photo%20booth%20blkwht.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the social&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111904690042739146?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/feeds/111904690042739146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13757649&amp;postID=111904690042739146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111904690042739146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13757649/posts/default/111904690042739146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critterp.blogspot.com/2005/06/social.html' title=''/><author><name>crit</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/17/6451/320/for%20blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13757649.post-111904601091957402</id><published>2005-06-17T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:44:54.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>here it is.  a brand new start.  i can't promise that i will be the best about updating, but i will try.  it may only be once a week.  that will have to be good enough.  my friend tells me that it doesn't need to be profound, and that it can be about anything that i want.  so that is what you are going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning!  my grammar is lousy, so i am excusing myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i slept in late.  i was off of work and went to see Tilly and the Wall at the Social downtown with Michael and Stephanie  (see above picture).  it was great.  you should check them out.  no percussion, only tap-dancing.  pretty cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out with my friend, sheryl, from church.  we went antiquing and then went for coffee.  i don't drink coffee.  i prefer hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy today,&lt;br /&gt;crit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listening to "Blacking Out The Friction" by Death Cab for Cutie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13757649-111904601091957402?l=critterp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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