<?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-3600894</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:32.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Own Worst Enemy</title><subtitle type='html'>The online journal and musings of an anomaly known as Annastazia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>435</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-106919145781386453</id><published>2003-11-18T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:41:56.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One last reminder:I have a new place now. I no longer live at this place. I no longer update this place. I have my reasons and they're all good. Please, update your links. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106919145781386453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106919145781386453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919145781386453' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-106399521996398130</id><published>2003-09-19T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:13:39.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oooh, Friday! Time for a pointless quiz!Which Family Guy Character are you? Take the Quiz!Cool.. Brian is definitely one of my favorite Family Guy characters.. next to Dewey, of course. ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106399521996398130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106399521996398130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106399521996398130' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-106028059551117140</id><published>2003-08-07T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:23:15.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... apathy.You don't really show any emotion.  You can beconsidered cruel and cold, but you just don'treally care about anything.  This is just theway you are... you're quite a challenge to getclose to, and others may perceive you asboring. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by QuizillaYou have no idea how accurate this has been for me lately... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106028059551117140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/106028059551117140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028059551117140' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105977072522682296</id><published>2003-08-01T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T16:45:25.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings? Usually about 10:30am, if I'm on a good sleep schedule.2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late? Not really, unless I was up late the night before. Again, my sleep patterns are so eratic, it's hard to tell.3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning? I usually open the blinds, put Gypsy on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105977072522682296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105977072522682296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105977072522682296' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105796104538847032</id><published>2003-07-11T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T18:05:13.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure exactly what will happen with this space now. Most likely, it will become a place for quizzes, memes, etc.. So speaking of memes, let's get started, shall we?Friday Five:1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it? Yes, it was Tracy T. We were inseparable from the first day of kindergarten to ninth grade.2. Are you still in touch with this person? Not really. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105796104538847032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105796104538847032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105796104538847032' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105709284069106350</id><published>2003-07-01T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:54:34.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh, the day is finally here, boys and girls..There comes a time in your life when being your own worst enemy just doesn't cut it anymore. When you feel like you've grown quite a bit, but are stuck in old trends and need a new look, a new environment and a new life in order to reflect that growth. So what do you do about that? Simple.. You put a little soul back in your day. But it can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105709284069106350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105709284069106350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709284069106350' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105707813280912805</id><published>2003-07-01T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T12:48:52.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird. I don't think I've ever seen an animal look so freakin' human before. Strangely? She kind of reminds me of that little freckle-faced girl in Beaches. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105707813280912805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105707813280912805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105707813280912805' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105694854932058107</id><published>2003-06-30T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T00:53:30.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jess brought it to my attention earlier which is good because I had completely forgotten: June 27th was my 1-year blogiversary!So strange, to have made all the technical, grammatical and emotional advances that I have made in a space of twelve months. This past year seems like the longest year ever, mostly because I blogged it and can remember more details than I had thought possible. But also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105694854932058107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105694854932058107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105694854932058107' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105691539577522623</id><published>2003-06-29T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T15:37:55.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh.. I am loving my new wallpaper from Kate.net. I have pretty much used her site soley for wallpaper and screensavers since last Halloween and I have to say, I love them. So simple and breezy.. Perfect to look at while drinking my pineapple smoothie.Oh.. and speaking of smoothies.. I mentioned in this entry that having a new smoothie book makes me smile. However, I never imagined finding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105691539577522623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105691539577522623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105691539577522623' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105684894336096883</id><published>2003-06-28T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:25:58.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch out. It's Big Boy and man, is he pissed! This picture is so cracking me up right now....In other news.. postings have been light lately. Mostly because I am busting ass trying to perfect my new MT templates over at my new site. Chances are I'll be able to unveil all of that within the next couple of days. Let me just say.. MT f*%kin rocks!! Woohoo!Also, I will have a password-protected </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105684894336096883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105684894336096883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105684894336096883' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-105668822771718847</id><published>2003-06-27T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T01:57:27.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throughout my life, I have constantly been pressured to have sex for all the wrong reasons. I have been sexually jaded to the point that I no longer have much of a sex drive at all (though I do think some of that could be physical). The fact that I chose at a young age to wait until marriage to lose my virginity (not for religious reasons, just moral) certainly didn't help matters much. I have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105668822771718847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/105668822771718847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668822771718847' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95986943</id><published>2003-06-24T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T13:19:28.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's official. I have the cutest dog on the face of the planet:Challenge me. I dare you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95986943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95986943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95986943' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95968968</id><published>2003-06-23T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T00:07:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- This might very well be the last time I have to do positives on Blogger.. woohoo!-- my dad generously agreeing to drive 3 hours to help us put a new starter on our old car in order to save money-- J. finding a used starter from a guy in connecticut for only $30 (wow!)-- My mom (and rest of the family) making it home safely from Cape Hatteras and..-- mom bringing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95968968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95968968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95968968' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95931813</id><published>2003-06-22T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:56:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our other car (J.'s little commuter neon) is finally fixed thanks to a generous visit from my dad and three hours of replacing a starter that was impossible to find in the first place, much less remove. We offered to take him for a quick lunch as a thank you before he had to head back to Eastern Kentucky.  While sitting at Steak-n-Shake later, I convinced my dad to go ahead and splurge on his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95931813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95931813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95931813' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95888056</id><published>2003-06-21T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T04:24:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Randomness...-- Oh man.. why didn't somebody tell me this was going on this weekend? I would've easily packed my bags long ago and been on my way to Pennsylvania before you could say 'Vincent Price.'-- I just want to blog, to write, to journal, to establish a basic template and unveil my new site. Why must I be having these constant technical problems with MT right when I thought I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95888056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95888056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95888056' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95834650</id><published>2003-06-19T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T14:09:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Garfield!25 years, huh?.. You've come a long way baby. Here's to 25 more.. I do believe I'll be heading to Muncie this weekend. See you there, my fuzzy friend. ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95834650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95834650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95834650' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95783100</id><published>2003-06-18T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T03:24:39.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I the only person that's having absolutely no luck logging into Moveable Type tonight? I know the username is correct, I know the password is correct. Still I get 'Invalid login.' What the hell?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95783100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95783100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95783100' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95707702</id><published>2003-06-16T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:13:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- A wonderful and wonderfully productive weekend -- Mom and Mike cooking a delicious chicken dinner for us on Saturday-- Laughing while making quicktime movies at Mom's-- My new toy!!! :-)-- Learning the joys of digital photography (Look Ma! No film!)-- Being able to deal with idiotic employees at Best Buy and not give up until I was sure about the camera I wanted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95707702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95707702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95707702' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95686966</id><published>2003-06-15T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T11:50:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to Jess and Michael! May today's wedding day be only half as blissful as your life together.. :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95686966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95686966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95686966' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95678155</id><published>2003-06-15T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T01:54:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you smiling? Thanks to Jennifer, I am now... Here are my reasons:Looking out the window and knowing that it's mine:Finally being able to make this doggy tired:Picking up some wonderfully cool brightly-dyed real daisies at the grocery store for only $2!Having a new toy!!Buying new containers for organizing photos and making more room for storage!And most importantly.. enjoying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95678155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95678155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95678155' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95654542</id><published>2003-06-14T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T02:28:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey boys and girls! Look what we bought tonight! :-DAs you can see, the kitties are oh-so-pleased with my new toy... ;-PMy favorite thing though? Making little silent quicktime movies.. hee hee hee... You should see the hilarious stuff we've done so far. Ooooh.. I love my new toy!! Woohoo!! :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95654542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95654542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95654542' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95633554</id><published>2003-06-13T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T12:22:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and did I mention that we are currently planning a trip to New York City this summer? Hee hee! Happy Birthday to us indeed! ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95633554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95633554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95633554' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95633258</id><published>2003-06-13T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T11:50:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What's one thing you've always wanted to do, but never have? Visit Ireland.2. When someone asks your opinion about a new haircut/outfit/etc, are you always honest? Yes, but even if it's negative, I'll make it funny or present it in a way that isn't rude or hurtful. I'm very tactful.3. Have you ever found out something about a friend and then wished you hadn't? What happened? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95633258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95633258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95633258' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95632914</id><published>2003-06-13T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T12:02:28.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you just have to take a break from life and sit on the front porch with a hound dog in your lap and watch the rain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95632914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95632914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95632914' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95601060</id><published>2003-06-12T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T15:38:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sometimes it's amazing how much making my dad happy can elevate my mood. For as much grief as I get from him about not being good enough and him being such a perfectionist and not being able to say he's proud of me, it's still a nice feeling when I can at least get a 'Thank you.' Whether my reaction is a healthy one or not, I don't know.  All I know is that it makes me happy to see others happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95601060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95601060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95601060' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95537882</id><published>2003-06-11T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T01:50:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, look at that, boys and girls. After a huge crying fit, a gigantic discussion through tears and screaming and arguing and more blubbering, wailing tears and finally becoming a shaking mess of confusion and turmoil and heartache balled in the fetal position in the bedroom floor, lo and behold... I found my smile again. :-DNow if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go share it with the one that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95537882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95537882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95537882' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95531038</id><published>2003-06-10T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T01:39:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found this over at Rasee's place:Your Brain Usage Profile:Auditory: 60%Visual: 40%Left: 38%Right: 61%Summary:Annastazia, you show a slight right-hemisphere dominance with a moderate preference for auditory processing, an unusual and somewhat paradoxical combination of characteristics. (Wow! I'm a paradox! Did you hear that? A paradox! Na-na-na-naaa!) You are drawn to a random and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95531038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95531038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95531038' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95524935</id><published>2003-06-10T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:46:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to do these last night, but after posting that last big entry, I was just too tired and needed a computer break. So, as usual, these are a day late, but at least I'm doing them...Participation Positives:-- Jess and Michael are getting married this Sunday! :-D-- and that makes me very happy!-- Being one of Nicole's positives and..-- having such wonderful online company to lift me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95524935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95524935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95524935' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95522606</id><published>2003-06-10T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T17:32:01.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.. Someone from the UK found my site while searching google for 'Michael and Jess wedding boston'. Weird. ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95522606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95522606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95522606' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95491525</id><published>2003-06-10T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:36:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to post some positives, but right now I need to spew some stuff that's on my mind. Otherwise, my brain will continue to be a jumbled mess. This will be disjointed and whatnot, but I don't care.-- I am so tired of Cincinnati. It's been a great city for the seven years I've lived here, but as I'm growing older and understanding the world around me more, I'm realizing that there is nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95491525' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95444515</id><published>2003-06-08T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T21:41:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling better lately. I'm still in Think-Mode, but it's controlled somewhat and I'm starting to have fun. I always seem to have more fun when J. is home and it's the weekend and I don't feel so alone with my thoughts. The sucky part is that those are only two days out of the week and it's now Sunday and we'll have to go to bed in a few hours and then another gloomy rainy week begins. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95444515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95444515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95444515' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95397349</id><published>2003-06-07T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T00:34:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The past few days, I've been walking around feeling mostly numb. The sun comes out, I feel the warmth and I'm glad it's not gloomy, I walk my dog, I run my errands, but mostly I feel no emotion. J. and I watch tv and I don't even realize that it's on until he starts staring at me on the opposite end of the couch and asking, "Why are you all the way over there?" I'm so 'in my head' that my only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95397349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95397349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95397349' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95360732</id><published>2003-06-06T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T02:56:12.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun came out a bit today so I've been feeling better, though still in a rut about certain things... I'll probably discuss them some other time when it's not 2:38am and I can better articulate my thoughts. I was just checking my referrer stats for the first time in a while and discovered that I am almost always in the top five google searches for 'pretty toenails.' I can understand the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95360732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95360732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95360732' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95296153</id><published>2003-06-04T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T15:39:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it's hard not to feel that the entire universe is conspiring against only you. Just when I finally feel secure and relaxed about going to the gynecologist because I finally found a really understanding and wonderful doctor, I am informed that my appointment has been cancelled because she walked into the office and suddenly resigned with no warning. It's June and I haven't yet felt the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95296153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95296153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95296153' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95227234</id><published>2003-06-03T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T03:28:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are some days when the threat of complete burnout is closer than you could ever imagine. Despite your own best wishes and most dedicated efforts to balance your life, to maintain some sense of positivity, there always seems to be that threat of total exhaustion lying just beyond the horizon. Then again, maybe that's just in my case. I have been sleeping in very late since the semester </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95227234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95227234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95227234' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95203795</id><published>2003-06-02T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T15:17:42.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- I got to be part of Jess' wonderful online wedding shower!-- A sleeping beagle (finally!)-- Keeping up with my exercise regimen lately-- J. doing exercises with me on Saturday morning and learning yoga-- Even though I haven't been blogging much lately, I have been getting some serious stuff done around the house! Finally!-- We totally cleaned out a ton of junk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95203795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95203795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95203795' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95166654</id><published>2003-06-01T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T18:59:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to you both, Jess and Michael! I know you will have a wonderfully perfect wedding and a beautiful life together! I am so privileged to have you in my life, Jess and I wish you and Michael all the best! Special thanks to Dara for giving me the privilege to be part of this surprise online shower! So are you surprised? ;-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95166654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95166654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95166654' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95122907</id><published>2003-05-31T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T11:59:36.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What do you most want to be remembered for? My humor, my love of animals, my love of music, my artistry, always being me, no matter what. 2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life? It's a tie between my three favorite Nietzsche quotes: "We should consider every day lost which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95122907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95122907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95122907' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-95018634</id><published>2003-05-28T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:59:44.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick technical question: Is it possible to password-protect only a subdomain? For instance, if I wanted to have a subdomain that I used only for personal photos and such, would I be able to password protect only that part and leave the rest of the site open to the general public? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95018634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/95018634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95018634' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94998878</id><published>2003-05-28T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T14:12:38.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Wednesday and we've been home for a couple of days now, but I'm just now beginning to feel settled and relaxed enough to do the daily things I usually do around the house. It's funny how going out of town for a few days can totally screw up your brain and give you jetlag, whether you were on a jet or not. How bags can remain unpacked and clothes unwashed until you feel as though you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94998878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94998878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94998878' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94842802</id><published>2003-05-24T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T20:22:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How strange. A black cat named Anastasia showing up on my Petfinder link? Weird. I think it's a sign... but of what?Anyway, we are headed to Eastern Kentucky to visit some family for a few days. Mostly, because it's a holiday weekend and I am bored out of my skull and don't want to waste it sitting around the house. If all goes well, I may get an amazing reading from my favorite tarot reader </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94842802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94842802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94842802' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94795120</id><published>2003-05-23T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T13:45:27.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't written much lately because my body is revolting against me and I'm not feeling well. My muscles ache and it's hard for me to sit for long periods of time. I'm hacking and coughing my brains out and getting dizzy whenever I move too quickly. On top of that, I have other daily responsibilities that are zapping the only energy I have. I'm good mentally, just not feeling well. So if posts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94795120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94795120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94795120' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94712784</id><published>2003-05-21T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T21:07:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaahhh! Damn you Blogger! Damn you to hell! Anyway.. I was posting something and Blogger went all googly on me and it got lost. However, now I'm too tired and exhausted to re-post it. I had a rough night last night and this morning (not much sleep + anxious dreams + hacking dry cough + nerves and anxiety about gynecologist visit + actual very painful gynecologist visit + dog destroying furniture</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94712784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94712784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94712784' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94643011</id><published>2003-05-20T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T13:45:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This picture is totally cracking me up today. I cannot stop laughing. Hee hee....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94643011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94643011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94643011' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94611816</id><published>2003-05-19T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:31:13.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So how do you stretch an image in order to make it the header of your webpage without it looking all goofy and well.. stretched? Is there a way to get it to fit all sizes of computer screens? Is there html code for this, because I am having a horrible time trying to figure this out on my own with Namo. Ugh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94611816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94611816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94611816' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94599153</id><published>2003-05-19T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T17:19:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- a wonderful Sunday afternoon spent downtown with a yummy brunch and some spectacular views-- seeing the artwork of a legendary human being that I will always admire-- having a new book that I love-- J. laughing when I stood in front of the fountain and stuck my tongue out, tasting the excess water spray-- sleeping late all week :-)-- splurging on a wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94599153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94599153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94599153' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94567408</id><published>2003-05-19T02:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T02:13:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today we had the privilege of going downtown to see a 2-day exhibit of John Lennon's artwork. I have to say I was overwhelmed. It was hard to walk through and look at some of these drawings, paintings, song lyrics, photographs. To see into the mind of a man so consumed by optimism and the power of love that you have no choice but to look at his artwork and feel it with him, years after he's gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94567408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94567408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94567408' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94527517</id><published>2003-05-18T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T02:51:19.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another lazy evening in front of the computer....So according to Emode:I am most at home in the garage.. (To which I say "whaaa?" Of course, if I had a dark room or my own little space out there, that totally makes sense, but just as a garage? Um, no.)I get an A on the sleep-smart scale (which totally surprises me, considering I am an erratic nightowl sometimes, especially when I'm reading a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94527517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94527517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94527517' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94466450</id><published>2003-05-16T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T15:43:26.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.? I like bottled water, but will drink from our purified pitcher at home too.2. What are your favorite flavor of chips? Baked Lay's (original flavor) and Sunchips. I occasionally get a craving for Munchos, but damn, those things are salty. Guess that's why they're so good for cravings.3. Of all the things you can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94466450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94466450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94466450' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94393411</id><published>2003-05-15T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T11:13:27.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it normal for it to take nearly 3 weeks for a domain name to resolve? Just curious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94393411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94393411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94393411' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94341085</id><published>2003-05-14T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T14:21:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never mind the fact that there is sunshine today and warm weather. Never mind the fact my dog is desperate for attention and wants to play. Never mind the fact that this house is a mess and needs organized and cleaned. Never mind the fact that I am a nasty mess in need of a bath. Why worry about such trivial crap when there are blogs to read?  Jeez.. I have got to get away from this screen and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94341085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94341085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94341085' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94247032</id><published>2003-05-13T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T01:11:57.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- Having fun with my mom today and letting her have a shopping spree on my bill-- Being able to come home to a wonderful man that I love and..-- a man that cleans the house for me and makes me dinner too!-- Finishing my last final today! School's out for the summer, baby! woooohoooo!!-- Driving underneath some seriously beautiful clouds today-- Having plenty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94247032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94247032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94247032' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94138156</id><published>2003-05-11T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T02:44:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So when do you know that you've grown up? What event or transformation has to take place in order for you to feel as though you've crossed that threshold from girl to woman? I've been thinking about this lately. I go back and forth constantly. Some days I feel as though I am falling backwards into insecure girlhood and that I will never truly feel like a grown up. Some days I feel so grown up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94138156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94138156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94138156' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94011876</id><published>2003-05-08T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T16:58:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official. Spring is here. The first ice cream truck of the season just drove by. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94011876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94011876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94011876' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-94006124</id><published>2003-05-08T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:20:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First off: This is neato. If we weren't renting, I'd enter in a heartbeat. However, I'd also really like to add my own finishing touches and personalize it for my kitties, so maybe the whole thing would just irritate me. Being a free spirit can suck at times like these. If you didn't do it yourself and add your own flair, then what was the whole point? Exactly. We do plan on doing this to our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94006124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/94006124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94006124' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93971559</id><published>2003-05-08T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T00:37:38.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's so easy to get wrapped up in responsibilities and deadlines and bedtimes and noise. Sometimes I forget just how wonderful it can be to sit in the silence and watch his eyes as he talks to me in the soft glow of the bedroom lamplight. No radio, no tv, no computer, no meowing and/or barking animals, just sweet and pure silence. Interrupted only by the sound of his voice and the intermingled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93971559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93971559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93971559' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93945220</id><published>2003-05-07T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T15:47:19.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It just occurred to me that my about page is seriously outdated and screwed up. And the Cast of Characters page needs an update as well. I've really got to figure out this domain name thing so that I can get some pages up and hopefully some new information and a nicer format. I've decided I'm just going to pay to have Moveable Type installed rather than trying to figure it out myself. It's hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93945220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93945220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93945220' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93868107</id><published>2003-05-06T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T11:50:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did these yesterday, but Blogger wasn't being very cooperative..Participation Positives:-- Today's final photo critique is done and I don't have to deal with my air-headed professor anymore!! woohoo!-- and I got an A in the class! :-)-- and I also got some great portraits of my mom for my final project and a possible mother's day present too-- Now I can focus more on doing photo projects </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93868107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93868107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93868107' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93831338</id><published>2003-05-05T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T20:07:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black clears to blue through a puff of whiteRain storms gradually making way for the lightLife is like this, full of strange weatherHow do you handle the storms? How do you keep it together?Precipitation may vary, the constant chaos of the rain may keep you calmThe sun may overpower you on some daysOn others it may be gone way too longHow will I fair in the storms of the future?Will I be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93831338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93831338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93831338' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93662030</id><published>2003-05-02T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T13:33:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five: (about music! woohoo!)1. Name one song you hate to admit you like. "Walking on Sunshine" -- Katrina and the Waves2. Name two songs that always make you cry."Comfortable" -- John Mayer"Do What You Have to Do" -- Sarah McLachlan3. Name three songs that turn you on. Um, can I have four?..."Your Body is a Wonderland" -- John Mayer"Love to Love You Baby" -- Donna Summer"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93662030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93662030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93662030' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93635436</id><published>2003-05-02T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:21:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sometimes the emotional abyss is bigger than you. Sometimes it's not. There are times when I can feel a mood swing overtake me and even in the midst of it I know what is going on. Even in the midst of everything, I am unable to stop it. There are so many things in this life that I want, that I crave, that I feel will somehow fill my own personal void if I have them. At the same time, there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93635436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93635436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93635436' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93605807</id><published>2003-05-01T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T13:38:18.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooh! This is the cutest kitty. I swear, Petfinder is going to be the end of me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93605807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93605807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93605807' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93565547</id><published>2003-04-30T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T21:13:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finals are coming and stresses will be high. The next few weeks will fry my brain badly. Therefore, it's time for some mindless quizzes.Gerda - You're the sort of person who stands by herfriends through thick and thin, despite theconsequences.  You might be underappreciated ortaken for granted at times, but don't worry -you'll get the recognition you so deserveeventually.  (From The Snow Queen,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93565547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93565547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93565547' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93486611</id><published>2003-04-29T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T16:36:26.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Craaaaap!! Woohoo! We got it baby, hell yeah!Though you may not understand why a mid-size 4-door sedan would be our dream car, let me tell you that it's not just any old sedan. It's this one. V6, leather interior, power seats and it even still has that new car smell, which is strange because it's got 60,000 miles on it. So what should my personalized plate say?*sigh*Wow. I keep looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93486611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93486611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93486611' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93446923</id><published>2003-04-29T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T01:07:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives: I am hesitant to post these because the deal isn't done yet and I'm terrified of cursing our luck, but consider the first half of these to be 'possible positives.' Cross your fingers!-- The Big News: we are going to a dealer tomorrow morning (tues.) to close a deal on our awesome new (used) car!!! :-D wooohooo!!-- All of this was possible thanks to some serious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93446923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93446923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93446923' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93402634</id><published>2003-04-28T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T11:09:31.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are all beagle pups actually goats in disguise or is it just my dog? I swear, there isn't a single object in this house that Gypsy hasn't tried to chew and digest fully. We've started going to $1 stores for her toys, simply because she can and does destroy anything that goes into her mouth. All of the cat toys, all of our shoes, half of my Garfield collection, and everything else that is even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93402634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93402634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93402634' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93329347</id><published>2003-04-27T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T01:11:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've recently had a rather large influx of cash come our way. After the immense amount of financial hell we have been through in the past year, I am very thankful for this. However, since it's (overdue) financial aid money that was temporarily lost, I know we need to put it away and save it for when I might really need it (tuition, books) in the fall. The hard part is accepting that. We've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93329347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93329347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93329347' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93278516</id><published>2003-04-25T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T23:59:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What was the last TV show you watched? Love U on TLC.2. What was the last thing you complained about? Love U on TLC. (The so-called 'professors' are authors and have nothing to do with marital counseling or even psychology. Why are so many great reality show ideas ruined by their presentation? Arrghh!!)3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say? J. on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93278516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93278516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93278516' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93187977</id><published>2003-04-24T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T13:25:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really hate when a bad dream haunts me all day. My brain can come up with some crazy shit sometimes and I am always the one left hanging and analyzing the crap out of my dreams for the rest of the day, long after it's gone and half-forgotten. However, today's dream was different. I awoke in an absolute rage and it has taken me a long time to calm down and realize that this was just a dream. To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93187977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93187977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93187977' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93023341</id><published>2003-04-21T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T13:35:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll do positives tomorrow. There's just too much stuff to be done tonight and I'm extraordinarily tired already....It's tomorrow.Participation Positives:-- a wonderful weekend with family and some funny Easter hijinks-- showing off Gypsy to the family-- watching as Gypsy absolutely loved having a fenced-in yard to play in-- singing along with Dad and Mom and Aunt V. and all of dad's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93023341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93023341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93023341' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-93010830</id><published>2003-04-21T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T19:39:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite women in the entire history of the world is gone. I am stunned and I am terribly sad. She will be horribly missed in my world. May we always have her music, her voice, her drive and her independent spirit. Trouble in mind, I'm blueBut I won't be blue always,'Cause the sun's gonna shineIn my back door some day...Nina Simone 1933-2003</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93010830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/93010830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93010830' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92919179</id><published>2003-04-20T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T00:59:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love coming home to visit my family, listening to my dad and his friends play guitar for hours on end, everyone in a big circle drinking and laughing and shouting out song requests. Acting wildly goofy with my mother and father in the same room, cracking jokes even though they have been divorced for nearly 20 years. Watching the bond between sisters strengthen as my mom and her sister (now my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92919179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92919179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92919179' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92848898</id><published>2003-04-18T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T14:07:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're headed home to see my family for Easter, with Gypsy in tow. I swear, taking a dog with you on a trip is like traveling with twin babies. Soon enough, I will be packing around a diaper bag for this dog and various bottles of water and formula and chew toys. We have to take her crate, her bowls, some food, a bowl of ice cubes for the car, chew toys, leashes, harnesses, etc etc.. It doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92848898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92848898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92848898' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92848468</id><published>2003-04-18T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T13:57:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Who is your favorite celebrity? I don't really have one. Celebrities annoy me sometimes, especially when they act like celebrities. Though if I had to pick, I'd say Angelina Jolie.2. Who is your least favorite? Anna Nicole Smith.3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life? Does Tori Amos count? If not, then the Judds always come to my hometown every year (we have the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92848468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92848468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92848468' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92763330</id><published>2003-04-17T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T02:20:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late at night up again eyes burning stuffy headDon't know why spring has sprung feeling joyous feeling glumEmotions quivering like the degrees one day cold one day full of heatBlood-red toenails strawberry shampoo mango body wash still feeling blueResponsibilities overwhelm assignments looming restrictions at the helmDeadlines haunt professors' words cling knowing better but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92763330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92763330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92763330' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92729760</id><published>2003-04-16T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T14:37:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again, with the wonderful postcards.... First, there was this one. Then on Saturday I received this one and laughed my ass off:I don't know why it's so damn funny to me, but somehow it is. Thank you Nicole! Where do you find these awesome cards? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92729760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92729760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92729760' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92663722</id><published>2003-04-15T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T14:38:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Garfield. You're a super cool cat. Garfield Quiz brought to you by Quizillaart which garfield are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92663722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92663722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92663722' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92663700</id><published>2003-04-15T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T14:37:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot these yesterday, but considering I had a killer migraine and a chaotic day, I think it would've been better to wait.. ;-)Participation Positives:-- We are rid of my mom's satanic-bitchy-rat-dog chihuahua!!-- and Gypsy is much calmer and the kitties are much happier-- my mom is back from her Florida vacation and rested and..-- she brought us some serious booty! (as in pirate-booty..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92663700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92663700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92663700' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92502703</id><published>2003-04-12T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T18:46:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like I said, it's time for Springtime Music cds.. Here's what's on mine so far:Sweet Springtime Mix:1. Crystal Blue Persuasion - Tommy James and the Shondells                2. Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles                                                    3. Walking on Sunshine - Katrina and the Waves                                  4.  Cruisin - (cover version: Gwyneth Paltrow &amp; Huey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92502703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92502703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92502703' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92441639</id><published>2003-04-11T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T14:15:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's finally Friday and this chaotic week from hell is coming to a close. My Asian Art paper is done and turned in (tues.), my brain-racking Psych exam is done (wed. -- 15 page-long essay questions!! Arrrghh!! two days later and my hand is still hurting), my colossal Human Nutrition exam is completed (today), J.'s new job has begun (wed.) and his co-workers are very cool, my financial aid/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92441639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92441639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92441639' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92439042</id><published>2003-04-11T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T14:15:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What was the first band you saw in concert? Does my dad's bluegrass band count? Probably not, huh? ... Tori Amos in 1996 or Danzig in the same year. Not really sure which was first.2. Who is your favorite artist/band now? Tori definitely.. though it's impossible for me to narrow down a 'favorite.' I listen to so many different genres and artists.. David Gray, Angelique Kidjo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92439042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92439042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92439042' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92391474</id><published>2003-04-10T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T19:34:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh!!! This is the busiest freakin' week of my liiiiiife!! When will it ever end??? And why does it have to be so damn cold??!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92391474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92391474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92391474' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92307720</id><published>2003-04-09T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:06:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever try to control five anxious cats, one well-meaning-but-hyperactive beagle puppy and one overly bitchy, co-dependent, neurotic chihuahua and study for a huge exam that takes place in three hours and take a shower all while your assistant boyfriend begins his new job and you are left to rule the roost all by yourself all at the same time? I don't recommend it, but if you do decide to try it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92307720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92307720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92307720' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92192092</id><published>2003-04-07T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T22:36:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- Even though I was ten minutes late, I did make it to Nutrition class today and learned a lot-- Sharing my experiences with ephedrine with the class and making a difference in their mindsets-- Also, since I decided to skip photography class, I got some overdue errands done at school today-- Talking to my mom on the telephone and knowing that she made it to Florida </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92192092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92192092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92192092' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92133029</id><published>2003-04-07T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T02:52:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished watching The Good Girl. I was hesitant about watching it, knowing that the plot alone could send me into a mid-life-crisis-tizzy right when I don't need it. I'm glad I watched it anyway. Once I heard this line, my world tilted on its axis a bit (well, okay, a lot):"Is this your last best chance? Or are you going to your grave with unlived lives in your veins?" I could say that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92133029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92133029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92133029' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92057908</id><published>2003-04-05T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T17:44:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just out of curiosity... who's reading this site? Drop me a line, say hello. Even if you're shy, a lurker, just stopping by, a regular, whatever.. just send me a smiley if you want. I'm just interested to see who's here. Thanks. :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92057908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92057908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92057908' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92014129</id><published>2003-04-04T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T19:55:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom and her boyfriend just left after coming for dinner and dropping off her chihuahua for the next week for dog-sitting. She's headed to Florida and can't take the dog with her. I honestly thought Gypsy was going to have a heart attack. She was so excited to have a non-feline playmate, no matter what the size. After all of that noise and chaos, the cats are just now emerging from their hiding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92014129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92014129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92014129' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-92013905</id><published>2003-04-04T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T19:37:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life? Eight. From birth to now. Though my grandparents' house will always feel like home to me as well. 2. Which was your favorite and why? Hard one. I loved living in our first real house in Eastern Kentucky.. two creeks, three acres of land that included a beautiful forest, but I know I would never be able to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92013905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/92013905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92013905' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91998421</id><published>2003-04-04T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:17:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How strange is it to look outside and see a gigantic looming almost black cloudy sky and then feel rain coming in your windows, while at the same time the sun is shining but you can't figure out where it is? Man, spring brings some fucked-up shit, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'll take a chaotic rainstorm over an icy blizzard anyday, thank you. Oh, and my tulips have finally arrived. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91998421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91998421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91998421' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91954608</id><published>2003-04-03T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T19:24:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J. got a job!! J. got a job!! J. bot a job! J. jot a bob! J. bob a jot! J. jot a job! J. bob a jot job botjob...  Sorry, got carried away there for a minute... The excitement was sending my fingers into a tizzy.Yes, J. has officially signed the papers and accepted an offer with a wonderful company in Northern Kentucky, which totally rocks our world and fits in perfectly with our future plans. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91954608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91954608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91954608' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91902076</id><published>2003-04-03T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T03:35:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3:28am. Hopefully I'm done now.. It kind of reminds me of a Banana-berry Hubba Bubba flavor or something of the fruity bubble gum variety. Either way, I like it, which is strange considering that green and yellow are my two most hated colors. Funny how spring makes you like things you'd never like during any other season. And now that my eyes are officially crossed and I can no longer see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91902076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91902076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91902076' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91871873</id><published>2003-04-02T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T03:02:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy shit! Blogger finally fixed it's sorry ass and my changes are now visible! Unfortunately, they're horrible and hard to read. I'll fix it later. I'm off to class now. Man, I hate going to night classes in awesome spring weather. Do you know the willpower that's involved in something like that? Ugh..Okay.. doing some tweaking... 3am.. still tired, still tweaking...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91871873' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91871733</id><published>2003-04-02T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T17:34:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, did I mention? J. started a blog. Hell yeah, baby. It's a sickness and I will make sure that it spreads. :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91871733' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91871511</id><published>2003-04-02T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T17:33:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I've noticed recently that once you get a dog and begin walking said dog through the neighborhood, you are automatically entered into a strange little underground club. It's the "Oh, you have a dog! Tell me all about your dog and we'll tell you the life story of our dogs, too!" Club. Neighbors that have consistently ignored us and passed us by have suddenly stopped to talk to our dog and rub her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91871511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91871511' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91743542</id><published>2003-03-31T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T20:00:25.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- J. went to Nutrition class for me today and took notes so that I could stay home and get some much needed rest-- even though this past weekend was a frustrating one in the darkroom, I can say that I'm 90% done with this damn project!-- J. has two interviews this week! woohoo!-- Nicole got her birthday present from me and loved the card as much as I did! (you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91743542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91743542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91743542' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91741765</id><published>2003-03-31T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T19:30:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished a 3 hour nap and woke up with a scratchy throat, weird sinus issues, an upset stomach and 'We are the world' in my head. What's up with this torture?I know I want to post my positives but I need to get some worries/anxieties/general negativity out of my system first in order to focus. Here goes: We don't have enough money to survive. That's no exaggeration. We literally have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91741765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91741765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91741765' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91578550</id><published>2003-03-28T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T20:34:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Five:1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week? Registering for classes yesterday, just because it was a huge red-tape fiasco.2. What one person touched your life this week? Um, does my dog count? If so, then Gypsy. If not, then J. 3. How have you helped someone this week? I don't like to brag or sound arrogant, but I think I've sent some nice emails to people that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91578550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91578550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91578550' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91503962</id><published>2003-03-27T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T16:46:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I find it the cruelest irony that in this country a college education is considered sacred and accessible to all, no matter what the financial cost, when in fact, the consistent red tape, confusing forms, neverending loopholes and constant hoops that one has to jump through in order to get said education is basically torture.  You begin to wonder if all of this insanity is merely a plot to keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91503962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91503962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91503962' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91311197</id><published>2003-03-24T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T22:14:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Participation Positives:-- today has been a beautiful day!!-- long walks through the park with Gypsy and J.-- Gypsy is slowly learning how to stop pulling on the leash -- She is also becoming more connected with us and comfortable with our household and..-- It's allowing her to feel safe with us and that's always good-- Watching how much fun Gypsy has when she is running along full-steam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91311197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91311197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91311197' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600894.post-91310766</id><published>2003-03-24T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T19:12:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, fuck this. I had an entire page of positives posted and yet Blogger somehow lost the whole goddamn thing. Oh, and wouldn't you know it? My archives have been gone for a week and I've made a shitload of template changes, yet still nothing is visible. What a great way to fuck up my good mood. I'm too pissed now. I'll try again later...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91310766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600894/posts/default/91310766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ownworstenemy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91310766' title=''/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15319966852725312364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
