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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638</id><updated>2009-07-14T07:31:11.045-07:00</updated><title type="text">And this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart</title><subtitle type="html">I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>705</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AndThisIsTheWonderThatIsKeepingTheStarsApart" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-7736241221791731296</id><published>2009-07-06T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:44:04.147-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title type="text">Michael Jackson's Memorial Service- We aren't invited</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SlLSg34n7MI/AAAAAAAABpI/D9sRB95mIjA/s1600-h/mjfuneral.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SlLSg34n7MI/AAAAAAAABpI/D9sRB95mIjA/s400/mjfuneral.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355574369096035522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of wanted to go, because we live so close and because we both know that this is going to be a huge deal and we would have loved to say to future generations that we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say "okay but it is also strange and morbid to enter a raffle to go to someone's funeral." (and then I remember the strange relationship that Michael Jackson had with the public and this kind of also makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we aren't going but we are really really close to the whole circus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-7736241221791731296?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/7736241221791731296/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=7736241221791731296&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/7736241221791731296" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/7736241221791731296" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jacksons-memorial-service-we.html" title="Michael Jackson's Memorial Service- We aren't invited" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SlLSg34n7MI/AAAAAAAABpI/D9sRB95mIjA/s72-c/mjfuneral.GIF" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-2063697995572186229</id><published>2009-06-28T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:54:37.507-07:00</updated><title type="text">airport stress</title><content type="html">AKA one more reason why I love my blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an absentminded idiot sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my mp3 player and in all the drama looking for it, buying a cheap one at radio shack that immediately doesn't work, and then finding a discman... I forgot about ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ID but my ticket is in my maiden name (I used my passport as ID until I got my license, like 2 years ago and my passport still uses my maiden name because we didn't want to buy a new Chilean visa when the current one is still valid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy at security let me go after making me feel pretty guilty for being married 6 years but still flying domestically under my married name. I agree- I think it went to my maiden name by default when I put my miles card in the system, when I bought the ticket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking I'd have more trouble then I did. The guy at the check in counter basically reissued the tickets for my entire trip to match my driver's license. I'm thrilled with the outcome and can say that THIS American Airlines representative was helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot my car insurance proof, which is only important because I'm driving a rental car with my aunt in Wisconsin. Dennis is sending a scan to my email. He is the best husband ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm going to Wisconsin for a family reunion? (on my mom's father's side) its funny because no one in my family is from Wisconsin. Expect constant updates from twitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-2063697995572186229?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/2063697995572186229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=2063697995572186229&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/2063697995572186229" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/2063697995572186229" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/airport-stress.html" title="airport stress" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-8785339237905589212</id><published>2009-06-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:03:34.937-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blingtarded" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blackberryphotos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><title type="text">Friday afternoon in Beverly Hills</title><content type="html">So we've been here in So Cal as a married couple since 2003 (I lived here before but didn't ever do anything interesting so my tourist-y life starts with Dennis). And it took us that long to go to Beverly Hills. I think we wouldn't have even gone but Dennis has a friend from the bank who wanted to do our hair and it was something we couldn't pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt like huge tourists. And I felt like I was in the movie "Pretty Woman" (as an extra...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553741740036_8502877_32719638_5880214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553741740036_8502877_32719638_5880214_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a red-carpet event with photogs and security... For what looked like Hennessy. The alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v652/210/40/8502877/n8502877_32719639_3048877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 384px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v652/210/40/8502877/n8502877_32719639_3048877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tiffany's (well at the doorway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742214086_8502877_32719674_5359861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742214086_8502877_32719674_5359861_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As close as I'll ever get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742024466_8502877_32719666_5883332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742024466_8502877_32719666_5883332_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Beverly Drive, right before we went to the Gap (which I know we could have found anywhere but they were having a good sale on jeans...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741819876_8502877_32719640_4617464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741819876_8502877_32719640_4617464_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis on the corner of Wilshire and Rodeo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742054406_8502877_32719667_5441118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742054406_8502877_32719667_5441118_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis in front of this mega- Rodeo Sign that I kept zooming in on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742099316_8502877_32719668_2979613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742099316_8502877_32719668_2979613_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742114286_8502877_32719669_5314845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742114286_8502877_32719669_5314845_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom back out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742164186_8502877_32719673_1864793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 384px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553742164186_8502877_32719673_1864793_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait- What in the world is the woman behind me doing? Is she a mime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741849816_8502877_32719641_7341019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741849816_8502877_32719641_7341019_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis wanted to have a photo here too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741874766_8502877_32719642_6207079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553741874766_8502877_32719642_6207079_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa! I was sucking my tummy in super hard for this shot and Dennis didn't even get my whole body!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742283946_8502877_32719675_5053266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs103.snc1/5023_553742283946_8502877_32719675_5053266_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up missing the evening traffic on the 405 so it was a nice evening! (I can't say we had anything glamorous for dinner- we had McDonald's, which ended up upsetting both of our tummies).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-8785339237905589212?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8785339237905589212/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=8785339237905589212&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8785339237905589212" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8785339237905589212" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-afternoon-in-beverly-hills.html" title="Friday afternoon in Beverly Hills" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-43848688894256081</id><published>2009-06-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:42:27.287-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><title type="text">What I'm thinking about now...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553675517746_8502877_32716363_1118715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs083.snc1/5023_553675517746_8502877_32716363_1118715_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think it is adorable that my husband toasted a tortilla in our toaster oven because we didn't have tortilla chips for dinner tonight (I ate them in yet another mindless example of how I am incapable of following a truly diabetic diet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to Wisconsin this weekend with my Aunt, for a family reunion. I need to get some photos printed to show our family. Should I bring my bathing suit. Should I check in some luggage? I wouldn't except that I hate the rules about liquids. I don't even wear makeup, but I don't want to stress out about whether or not I can put it in a carry on. I just hate that you have to pay a ridiculous amount of money for carry-ons now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which reminds me that I need to find my mp3 charger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm getting obsessed with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mrscalderon"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People who read this blog know I've had twitter for awhile (I got it after I saw it on &lt;a href="http://forevertulip.com/"&gt;Cindy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;) but the days pop culture events revised my twitter interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.terra.cl/musica/index.cfm?id_cat=115&amp;amp;id_reg=1206423"&gt;Chilean News article&lt;/a&gt; about Michael Jackson. My aunt and I talked about it earlier this evening- we weren't "shocked", just sad for his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-43848688894256081?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/43848688894256081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=43848688894256081&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/43848688894256081" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/43848688894256081" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-im-thinking-about-now.html" title="What I'm thinking about now..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-909342529759241717</id><published>2009-06-24T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:34:15.170-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panic attack blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">High School Reunion</title><content type="html">I just got a notice about my ten year high school reunion. Already?? Has ten years already gone by? Were did those years go? (most of them were spent married and all were spent in school, actually). I don't know if I will be able to go to my reunion- I don't think I will be in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against going, in theory. I have a pretty good marriage and I'm pretty impressed with my scholastic endeavors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think any reservations I have about attending are because I don't want to see certain people I've spent ten years forgetting about. More than people, there are feelings (like feelings of inadequacy) that I want to forget about. High school sucked. Maybe in ten more years... (Plus, hello, they have facebook and myspace so if anyone wants to know what I've been doing all they have to do is google me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-909342529759241717?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/909342529759241717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=909342529759241717&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/909342529759241717" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/909342529759241717" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-school-reunion.html" title="High School Reunion" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-8677685487098646687</id><published>2009-06-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:47:06.742-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the girls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayers" /><title type="text">Some news!</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://media.godashboard.com/swh/FLORIDA-MONTAGE_THUMBNAIL.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to Florida at the end of the year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis is accepting a job at a university in Fort Lauderdale, so we are planning a move to Florida in December/early January after I finish classes! So we are moving from one coast to the other! (Hallelujah, he's got a job!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get rid of almost all that we have, because apparently it is ridiculously expensive to move things and we don't have a whole lot that's worth anything so I think I may be having adventures in craigslisting soon. (Seriously, it's like $4000 to move a two bedroom apartment from one side of the country to the other. Ridiculous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out that we were moving, I was more afraid of the alligators and bugs than the hurricanes. I'm still worried about the wildlife but I'm glad we are moving to a warm climate. And it's cheaper to get flights to/from Chile to Miami then to Los Angeles so hopefully this means we can invite the girls out and even Dennis's mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-8677685487098646687?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8677685487098646687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=8677685487098646687&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8677685487098646687" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8677685487098646687" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-news.html" title="Some news!" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-2404637517995699246</id><published>2009-06-02T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:55:51.082-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><title type="text">Surreality via googling my name.</title><content type="html">So I googled my name. This is a legit activity because I realize that other people (i.e. future employers) might also google my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved to find that there isn't much aside from links to my twitter account. But I did think it was strange to find this article &lt;a href="http://www.thesavvygal.com/articles/2007/04/23/movers_and_shakers/19movershaker.txt"&gt;about my sister&lt;/a&gt;. I don't even know how they got quotes from me about my sister's death but I am glad that they noted how important it was to me that she died because of a drunk driver. I guess the bizarre-factor is that an article was written and I was quoted without my knowledge. In 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-2404637517995699246?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/2404637517995699246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=2404637517995699246&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/2404637517995699246" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/2404637517995699246" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/06/surreality-via-googling-my-name.html" title="Surreality via googling my name." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-7777650167209067936</id><published>2009-05-30T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:30:28.632-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japan" /><title type="text">Anticipating Summer Photos...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDulFQrM_I/AAAAAAAABow/hgeCbj_7iPw/s1600-h/Befunky+Artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDulFQrM_I/AAAAAAAABow/hgeCbj_7iPw/s320/Befunky+Artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341531478896096242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt7IuMSPI/AAAAAAAABoo/hGf94SO0I88/s1600-h/oldphoto%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt7IuMSPI/AAAAAAAABoo/hGf94SO0I88/s320/oldphoto%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341530758270699762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt6_MgQZI/AAAAAAAABog/vdPygk79gRY/s1600-h/oldphoto%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt6_MgQZI/AAAAAAAABog/vdPygk79gRY/s320/oldphoto%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341530755713483154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt6iIrmPI/AAAAAAAABoY/Nks9W8_gaOY/s1600-h/oldphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDt6iIrmPI/AAAAAAAABoY/Nks9W8_gaOY/s320/oldphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341530747912820978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://befunky.com/"&gt;Be Funky&lt;/a&gt; for some fun ways to mess with photos and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://labs.wanokoto.jp/olds"&gt; This page&lt;/a&gt; to make photos look old (Japanese site with an english-translation option).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-7777650167209067936?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/7777650167209067936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=7777650167209067936&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/7777650167209067936" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/7777650167209067936" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/anticipating-summer-photos.html" title="Anticipating Summer Photos..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SiDulFQrM_I/AAAAAAAABow/hgeCbj_7iPw/s72-c/Befunky+Artwork.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-6525798334565813288</id><published>2009-05-21T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:04:25.891-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">I love this candy.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShYWJauArzI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hUM7uqL6rt8/s1600-h/IMG00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShYWJauArzI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hUM7uqL6rt8/s320/IMG00222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338478759341240114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a green tea flavored candy- not a hard candy that you suck on but not super chewy either. It's just amazing. My Chinese friend gave me 3 bags and I have one and a half left. I love this candy and would love to buy it somewhere. But where? Where oh where can I find this candy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-6525798334565813288?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6525798334565813288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=6525798334565813288&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6525798334565813288" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6525798334565813288" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-this-candy.html" title="I love this candy." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShYWJauArzI/AAAAAAAABoQ/hUM7uqL6rt8/s72-c/IMG00222.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-5478832150898504507</id><published>2009-05-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:21:31.686-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blingtarded" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><title type="text">neither have talent.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShUA0kZGy1I/AAAAAAAABoI/tC_kMz0zskM/s1600-h/12_kara_bikini_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShUA0kZGy1I/AAAAAAAABoI/tC_kMz0zskM/s320/12_kara_bikini_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338173836439767890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sometimes what kara said was helpful during the season. but srsly, the show didn't need her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-5478832150898504507?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/5478832150898504507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=5478832150898504507&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/5478832150898504507" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/5478832150898504507" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/neither-have-talent.html" title="neither have talent." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShUA0kZGy1I/AAAAAAAABoI/tC_kMz0zskM/s72-c/12_kara_bikini_girl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-9121758043575811552</id><published>2009-05-20T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:10:09.328-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title type="text">So. American Idol was tonight.</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/news/a/american_idol/final_show_wed/allen/alt_2/281x211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I had time to &lt;a href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2008/05/live-blogging-american-idol-finale.html"&gt;live blog&lt;/a&gt; the American Idol finale and thought Archuletta was going to win until oh snap! David Cook totally won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard David Cook on the radio a few times and then totally didn't ever really buy his album or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first year that my husband and I actually watched AI from beginning to end. Cause there was nothing else on. I liked both of the final 2 guys but in the end, just felt like Glambert was too "jazz hands" meets "glam rock hair band". The dude can sing. He can hit notes that I will never in my life hit, and he has skill. And he is perfectly suited for a Vegas show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kris Allen totally deserved it, if only for his easy appeal. Come on, people. He totally is like every other guy you hear all the time on the radio. And I know that isn't necessarily innovative or anything but if it's already on the radio, it means that people like me (aka the masses) are more likely to buy it. And he did have some great covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, almost 2 hours later, I'm obviously not live blogging this. But I thought I should keep the tradition alive by at least saying "WTG America for voting for the dude who we actually will probably hear on the radio maybe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small complaints:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-don't make the entire idol cast wear white ever again. it is not a good color for anyone. I can't find a screen cap/photo so let's see how long this youtube vid of poor quality stays up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIOWPoUzWWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIOWPoUzWWs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-don't let Kara back. That song was lame and the bikini girl showdown was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/a/american_idol/09/live_perfs/finale_show/12_kara_bikini_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now time for bed. Sorry Adam Lambert fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-9121758043575811552?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/9121758043575811552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=9121758043575811552&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/9121758043575811552" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/9121758043575811552" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-american-idol-was-tonight.html" title="So. American Idol was tonight." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-6204093741387226810</id><published>2009-05-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:42:04.718-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><title type="text">It's about cheese.</title><content type="html">I love being a hostess and having guests over, but I have learned that I am territorial and immature the longer I have guests over. The last time that we had guests, I secretly freaked out when one of our guests used one of my brand new glasses for soda (one of two novelty glasses purchased at the Coca Cola store in Las Vegas). She had lipstick on and the glasses were brand new. I nearly wigged out because I wanted to be the first one to use the stupid glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this: I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; "Make yourself at home" and I think "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, but not really..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have this guy visiting from Chile. It's important to me to be a good hostess, because I do care. But Dennis and I are both busy and our guest knows that we aren't going to be cleaning/cooking/entertaining much. Which is cool as our guest is not as much here for tourism as much as he is looking for prospects for when he moves to So Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a guest. But he is making himself at home. And Dennis and I are slowly turning into Angie Tempura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about cheese. We bought some expensive cheese tonight because we had an awesome coupon for it. And after I put it in the fridge, I realized I would have to share it. Because we are not going to hide cheese from our guest. But at the realization that I must share, I nearly lost my sh#t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about cheese. I mean, last night he delighted in telling me that Jimmy Fallon is doing cocaine because he has bags under his eyes and he can't tell jokes without laughing.  Because those are 100% tell-tale signs. I don't even care about the celebrity part, just the smug "you know you are a loser for laughing at the jokes of a drug addict" tossing of information my way. I prefer to be ignorant, thanks.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it's about how he asked me if he could help me cook dinner as I loaded three baked potatoes into the oven and then told Dennis "I can't eat potatoes. I have a glandular problem". Dude, why couldn't you have said that before you watched me load three potatoes in the oven? There are only three of us in my apartment. And why are you eating french fries in the biggest possible size at every restaurant we've taken you to then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it's about how you made my husband drive around to fix our other car so you'd have a car to drive around and then you called yesterday from Hollywood and said you took a cab. You drove the car to Hollywood. And then hailed a cab to some place. And then drove home. I don't know why you needed a cab if you have our car, but I'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/fYk0sQfr6mT4-npEj2q1vg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/fYk0sQfr6mT4-npEj2q1vg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like certain aspects of having guests. I really do. And this guy, now that he has one of our cars, has made himself scarce. I cannot be the only one who regresses to a 2 year old when people come over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-6204093741387226810?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6204093741387226810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=6204093741387226810&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6204093741387226810" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6204093741387226810" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-cheese.html" title="It's about cheese." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-6913245482889095735</id><published>2009-05-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:17:49.517-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">10 Favorite Cities (that I've really been to)</title><content type="html">I have some vents but I really want to blog positive so I think I'll put those in another post.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, a &lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/"&gt;blog meme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favorite Cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Santiago, Chile. Obvs. beautiful skyline and you don't have to own a car to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://espanol.findoutsantiago.cl/UserFiles/Image/Santiago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Los Angeles. Also obvs. I actually miss the rudeness when I've been gone too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/tMKw7pCeYATEE5mz-axmSaFlyE*q7SweVJ4sksgX794_/laskylinech1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vegas. We got married here. It's a pretty neat place in small doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJHSmEt9tI/AAAAAAAABng/3Gn8UUYCU7k/s1600-h/Picture+435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJHSmEt9tI/AAAAAAAABng/3Gn8UUYCU7k/s320/Picture+435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337406893171013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cs.nyu.edu/overton/genearoundtheworld/rio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome shopping, cheap, people walking around comfortable wearing bathing suits when they normally wouldn't.... people in Rio are generally super nice, even when they are robbing you. (I've never been robbed in Rio, note).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hachinohe, Japan. The only Japanese city I know. Some say it's more country than city but they had a downtown. It is a good way to get to know Japan, in my opinion, and hell to the yeah I want to visit Tokyo and the rest of Japan now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJJwxyw8kI/AAAAAAAABnw/h9g5AhOnuUY/s1600-h/000_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJJwxyw8kI/AAAAAAAABnw/h9g5AhOnuUY/s320/000_0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337409610736267842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJJw7qe7NI/AAAAAAAABno/ZJuWcv2Q1cI/s1600-h/000_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJJw7qe7NI/AAAAAAAABno/ZJuWcv2Q1cI/s320/000_0541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337409613385886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a country that sells 20oz. cans of Diet Coke Zero earns a lot of stars in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buenos Aires. Best gnocchi, choripan, dulce de leche, and ice cream ever. BA is a brilliant place to eat. (and it's also pretty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/64CLWHsiVTaEQs6KLXVI40rpWENvYEhFqQX1kRXfqv5uZzxrVxPoW9lzur1-omVLgom9JQZ2xkzqlgFwieGAtDER4NuMEdBE/Buenos_Aires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not going to lie. I actually don't LOVE Albuquerque. But we are running out of interesting cities that I love that I've actually been to. I grew up in Albuquerque. They have great Mexican food. And I see pretty in it the older I get. The key to loving Albuquerque is in visiting with money. Which I didn't have growing up. I almost substituted this with Santa Fe. But I have only been to Santa Fe once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.helloalbuquerque.com/Images/Photos/972005Hot_air_balloons_Albuquerque-sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dallas. Another one I don't really LOVE. But there are some good things. I like that everyone is so friendly. I like that they drink Diet Dr. Pepper like water. I like visiting Dealey Plaza with my husband to better understand the mysteries of the grassy knoll. Another city that is full of great food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.dancinghotdogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/dallas_texas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hollywood. It's a great place to people watch. But you have to pay to take pictures with people dressed up like action figures/dolls from horror movies/pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJNdSBg1rI/AAAAAAAABn4/24kyOGdTMUs/s1600-h/Picture+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJNdSBg1rI/AAAAAAAABn4/24kyOGdTMUs/s320/Picture+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337413673837188786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Malibu. Oh, Malibu, I will miss you when I have to leave you. It's weird living in Malibu, because Malibu is an unrealistic place even when you have money. But there are things I will miss! Like people leaving their cars ridiculously open and unlocked! Like random celebrities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJN5e5EOMI/AAAAAAAABoA/S6tPSPwViF8/s1600-h/IMG00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJN5e5EOMI/AAAAAAAABoA/S6tPSPwViF8/s320/IMG00045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337414158327756994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seeing Barbie doll colored cars parked at the grocery store!! (Honorable mention- that the main doctor at Malibu's Urgent care clinic advertises her skillz in plastic surgery and that the movie theater seats are LEATHA!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-6913245482889095735?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6913245482889095735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=6913245482889095735&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6913245482889095735" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6913245482889095735" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-favorite-cities-that-ive-really-been.html" title="10 Favorite Cities (that I've really been to)" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/ShJHSmEt9tI/AAAAAAAABng/3Gn8UUYCU7k/s72-c/Picture+435.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-1198348191640840346</id><published>2009-05-10T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:12:55.789-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title type="text">One more thing we can do because we don't have kids...</title><content type="html">We did Karaoke in Los Angeles's Koreatown tonight to celebrate Dennis's birthday! Some 80's classics and a few Disney songs and even some Spanish and Chinese songs were sung (I have videos that Dennis doesn't want on youtube....we shall see...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaM7sDxgI/AAAAAAAABnY/wn9uVE9GmcQ/s1600-h/100_2809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaM7sDxgI/AAAAAAAABnY/wn9uVE9GmcQ/s320/100_2809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120355638527490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaM2AT4GI/AAAAAAAABnQ/eHPcXuaLCbQ/s1600-h/100_2808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaM2AT4GI/AAAAAAAABnQ/eHPcXuaLCbQ/s320/100_2808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120354112856162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaMqoA77I/AAAAAAAABnI/KK2uO-0l5_k/s1600-h/100_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaMqoA77I/AAAAAAAABnI/KK2uO-0l5_k/s320/100_2799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120351058161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaMVaeskI/AAAAAAAABnA/mGnM4vBi5nI/s1600-h/100_2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaMVaeskI/AAAAAAAABnA/mGnM4vBi5nI/s320/100_2797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120345364247106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaAcgmbDI/AAAAAAAABm4/TGozZow3hro/s1600-h/100_2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaAcgmbDI/AAAAAAAABm4/TGozZow3hro/s320/100_2796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120141110537266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaAOfBC-I/AAAAAAAABmw/UcWR3MNejUQ/s1600-h/100_2794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaAOfBC-I/AAAAAAAABmw/UcWR3MNejUQ/s320/100_2794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120137345797090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_3SMgUI/AAAAAAAABmo/0o7ZSX5_HQc/s1600-h/100_2793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_3SMgUI/AAAAAAAABmo/0o7ZSX5_HQc/s320/100_2793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120131118006594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_YWRPLI/AAAAAAAABmg/rhbtE7cs3m4/s1600-h/100_2791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_YWRPLI/AAAAAAAABmg/rhbtE7cs3m4/s320/100_2791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120122813594802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_GI138I/AAAAAAAABmY/9VL7WzRw_8o/s1600-h/100_2790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaZ_GI138I/AAAAAAAABmY/9VL7WzRw_8o/s320/100_2790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334120117925437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one note regarding Korean food- we had some really good noodles and the guys approved of the Soju but the kimchi... I think it's just too strong. Just say no to Kimchi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-1198348191640840346?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1198348191640840346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=1198348191640840346&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1198348191640840346" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1198348191640840346" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-thing-we-can-do-because-we.html" title="One more thing we can do because we don't have kids..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SgaaM7sDxgI/AAAAAAAABnY/wn9uVE9GmcQ/s72-c/100_2809.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-6417847435749776828</id><published>2009-05-05T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:33:33.141-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><title type="text">There, I've said it...</title><content type="html">Back to blogging (oh how I missed you!) by saying some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://michaeloconnell.com/blog/uploaded_images/jimmy_fallon_late_night_nbc-713443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's funny and cute, even though he laughs at his own jokes. There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My husband is in Florida, trying to find a job and to take an exam for a second graduate degree. He's only been gone for one night and he's coming back tomorrow, but I think I'd like another night alone. It's quiet and I can eat whatever I want and I don't have to watch Spanish news (even though I do). I wish he would stay one more night. Things have been so stressful with school and lack of full-time employment, and we have been bouncing anxiety and panic attacks off of each other. So, I really miss not having someone to talk to but I also really enjoy the alone time. There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;img src="http://bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/steven-tyler-face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Steven Tyler looks like a lady. The aerosmith classic song has come full circle. There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This is the Cutest Commercial EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUiO7Ouon9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUiO7Ouon9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: link to the song in the commercial. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAoxk3zRaxQ"&gt;Yessss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-6417847435749776828?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/6417847435749776828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=6417847435749776828&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6417847435749776828" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/6417847435749776828" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-ive-said-it.html" title="There, I've said it..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-8402843574620244814</id><published>2009-04-26T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:46:05.445-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title type="text">Jon Bovi. Best Band Ever.</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/C6bOtnfmDDBMtgnSIt_7vw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/C6bOtnfmDDBMtgnSIt_7vw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will try to get Dennis singing Karaoke of "Living on a Prayer"- he's pretty good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am blogging. Just not really well. Because I have some mega papers to write. But they are do very soon. And then I want to blog regularly again! And hilarity will ensue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-8402843574620244814?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8402843574620244814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=8402843574620244814&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8402843574620244814" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8402843574620244814" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/04/jon-bovi-best-band-ever.html" title="Jon Bovi. Best Band Ever." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-4357575435200670678</id><published>2009-04-17T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:19:20.942-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><title type="text">G-Rated</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_g.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on the word "steal" found one time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-4357575435200670678?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/4357575435200670678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=4357575435200670678&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/4357575435200670678" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/4357575435200670678" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/04/g-rated.html" title="G-Rated" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-3081367049743978616</id><published>2009-03-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:15:54.075-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theolastic fantastic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><title type="text">What's better than writing a book report?</title><content type="html">I have to write a report for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Goddesses-Whores-Wives-Slaves-Classical/dp/080521030X/ref=pd_cp_b_0?pf_rd_p=413864201&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-41&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0805205306&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0W2XE3MGTFW3N4YSRJ5J"&gt;This book&lt;/a&gt;. It's a good book. I would just rather do so many more things.  (It really is a good book, about women in Greco-Roman history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But per the title of this post, what is more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/03/19/funny-pictures-may-haz-broken-jesus/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3343330" title="funny-pictures-cat-worries-he-has-broken-jesus" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-pictures-cat-worries-he-has-broken-jesus.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Cats. They are always more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-3081367049743978616?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/3081367049743978616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=3081367049743978616&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/3081367049743978616" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/3081367049743978616" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-better-than-writing-book-report.html" title="What's better than writing a book report?" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-126476723204351753</id><published>2009-03-14T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:08:25.238-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panic attack blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-pity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayers" /><title type="text">updates!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v651/210/40/8502877/n8502877_32424257_8376870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 293px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v651/210/40/8502877/n8502877_32424257_8376870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good birthday. I turned 27 on Wednesday. It wasn't as traumatic as my 26th birthday- I got a lot of love this year in the form of cards and online greetings and Dennis took me to a really really nice restaurant (Hawaiian fusion!). My Dad actually sent me flowers. They are gorgeous and moved me, considering the fact that Dad rarely even sends me a birthday card (he has a new girlfriend and I surmise that she is pretty awesome). Unfortunately said flowers have given me serious hayfever and allergic reactions. But I love and cherish them and am really really sad that they can't stay in our living room. (They are hiding in our guest room/office right now because I can't throw them away! My Dad bought me flowers!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did break lent for my birthday but I had already decided that you can't blow candles out of an apple. You can't tell from this photo, but it's a chocolate souffle with a candle. And bananas foster on the side. (I can't even just have a little sugar on my birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, we are still seriously talking about moving to Monterrey, Mexico. Don't anyone freak out because it highly depends on Dennis getting accepted to the PhD. program that he is applying for. I think he has good chances. Things like this have increased my stress level and I wonder if I might rename my blog to "ERIN FREAKS OUT ABOUT EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME-BLOG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to figure out how to get caught up and organized for life. Right now, school is a priority (one reason my blogs are few and far between and always end up like updates!) I need to make a resume. I registered the other day for my last classes in this degree that has taken FOR-EVER to finish and that was kind of a strange feeling. I imagine that I am not done with school yet, as I have started thinking about getting another degree (in what? not sure!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/03/13/funny-pictures-extensive-experience-writing/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3509616" title="funny-pictures-cat-has-experience-writing-computer-code" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/funny-pictures-cat-has-experience-writing-computer-code.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I put LOL-speak on my resume?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-126476723204351753?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/126476723204351753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=126476723204351753&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/126476723204351753" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/126476723204351753" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html" title="updates!" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-3697056079326758606</id><published>2009-03-07T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:48:39.582-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">Ode to bad wine...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SbN20XxmBWI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZJucgyhBeSU/s1600-h/badwine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SbN20XxmBWI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZJucgyhBeSU/s400/badwine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310719027707250018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from Argentina, which is good. In my opinion, South American wines are not as spicy as Californian wines. I should have read the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a hint of tobacco and chocolate. TOBACCO. I tasted this hint last, in the back of my throat and it lingers with you. So the wine tastes like your regular notspicy red wine with an interesting woodsy-definite berry flavor. And a bit of tobacco. I'm not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you missed in the photo that I so artfully took with my camera phone, is the can of Pringles and the bottle of diet Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I've kept to my lent about no sweets. Tomorrow (or today?) is a church potluck day so that will be my real test. Wine doesn't count as a sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-3697056079326758606?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/3697056079326758606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=3697056079326758606&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/3697056079326758606" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/3697056079326758606" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-bad-wine.html" title="Ode to bad wine..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SbN20XxmBWI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZJucgyhBeSU/s72-c/badwine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-8607447418626626335</id><published>2009-03-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:15:16.090-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theolastic fantastic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">I can haz your cheetos?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/Sa41T-0k6cI/AAAAAAAABmA/4Dj2MZyzd3g/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cheezburger-lent-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/Sa41T-0k6cI/AAAAAAAABmA/4Dj2MZyzd3g/s400/funny-pictures-cheezburger-lent-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309239628113701314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lent time again. Last year, some may recall, I gave up Perez Hilton and celebrity gossip. It worked marvelously and by Easter, I was so over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've given up sweets. It's hell. I am hungry for snacks and there is nothing in our house except for a can of tuna and ginger snaps. Dennis bought a box of ginger snaps to celebrate the fact that I'm not eating sweets. This is clearly going to be way harder than giving up celebrity gossip. I have already started reminding myself that sweets are nothing compared to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was either sweets or facebook. I love facebook more than I love chocolate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How much do I love facebook? As much as Dana--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/Sa44YajZOFI/AAAAAAAABmI/-an5mw9ps2w/s1600-h/3270202925_0e5714b9f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/Sa44YajZOFI/AAAAAAAABmI/-an5mw9ps2w/s400/3270202925_0e5714b9f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309243002812184658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been just as guilty as her? yes, absolutely.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-8607447418626626335?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/8607447418626626335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=8607447418626626335&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8607447418626626335" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/8607447418626626335" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-haz-your-cheetos.html" title="I can haz your cheetos?" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/Sa41T-0k6cI/AAAAAAAABmA/4Dj2MZyzd3g/s72-c/funny-pictures-cheezburger-lent-cat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-1074564659778919912</id><published>2009-02-22T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:49:21.286-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pepperdine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ridic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panic attack blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self-pity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theolastic fantastic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japan" /><title type="text">Milestones...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SaJNn5dpUDI/AAAAAAAABl4/FWelQJLvXbA/s1600-h/tadpoletransparent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SaJNn5dpUDI/AAAAAAAABl4/FWelQJLvXbA/s400/tadpoletransparent.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305888658831265842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to &lt;a href="http://diabeticmommy.com/"&gt;a forum&lt;/a&gt; for diabetics who are women and who are mothers or who want to be mothers. I'm not planning anything right now but it has been motivational for getting my health under control. Anyway, when your diabetes is under control, you tell everyone in the forum and they give you a dancing frog (so under 7.0 A1C). My A1C two weeks ago was a 7.8, which is the best I've ever had. It's a milestone and the forum members awarded me with a tadpole. I've been keeping it on my computer harddrive but I haven't been really keeping up with trying to do better. But posting it here might help me to stay focused (I've caved twice in the past week and had some french fries and I've decided to give up candy and cake, except for Mar.11 bday cake, for lent). I just feel like I have so many goals and things I have to do this year, and I think I've been putting the goal of being healthy on the backburner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SaJNgFiolKI/AAAAAAAABlw/CgN_dHlxvGY/s1600-h/milestone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SaJNgFiolKI/AAAAAAAABlw/CgN_dHlxvGY/s400/milestone.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305888524634461346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this email when I was wasting time on facebook (which very well might steal my soul). I'm going back to &lt;a href="http://www.lst.org/2009projects/calderonsinjapan"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt; so I've been raising money. I've reached my half way point, but I don't know how because I can think of 10 people that I know I need to talk to but that I have put off writing letters too. It's another goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking Japanese, kind of. I'm sitting in on a class but I'm not really auditing it because I'm not paying for it, because the professor and his department have been really ridiculously graceful and generous. But tomorrow morning, there is an exam. I haven't studied and now I feel like I should talk to the professor and just ask him if I can not worry about this exam? I feel really bad, like I'm already wasting his time and like him grading my exam would be just worse. I feel like a flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my 10am midterm tomorrow morning. It's something else I haven't satisfactorily studied for. But I'm paying for this class, and I think I might be smarter if I studied and did well for it. But this is like the story of who I am as a student right now- I'm flaking on my studies and putting things off and hoping that I can just get by. It's not how I want to do things, and I'm probably being too hard on myself. I'm just really tired and stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my whole life right now. I finish school finally in December. My husband doesn't have a job and the US economy is not providing him with anything. We are talking about moving back to Chile or to another country, in general. Which freaks me out. The thought of moving to another country and changing my life so dramatically all by myself (with Dennis), so freaks me out that I feel like I'm almost paralyzed. It's like I'm sabotaging myself physically, spiritually, and scholastically because I'm terrified of the real world, of moving away, of the very very unknown. It's not that I don't have faith in God or in Dennis or in myself. It's that I'm just so anxious about this that I can't even concentrate properly. Me, who has to two hours early for a flight when they say be one hour early. Me, who has to show up 15-30min. early for a movie just because I want to pick the best seats possible. I turn into Godzilla if we miss one preview. Not knowing, not having a clue, not having any control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize, as I type this, that this is what I'm doing. I'm so freaking out that I'm sabotaging myself. Which is absurd because I, of all people, know how amazing God is and how much things can change in one year. In less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-1074564659778919912?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1074564659778919912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=1074564659778919912&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1074564659778919912" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1074564659778919912" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/02/milestones.html" title="Milestones..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SaJNn5dpUDI/AAAAAAAABl4/FWelQJLvXbA/s72-c/tadpoletransparent.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-1976408618852548388</id><published>2009-02-11T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:31:51.241-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pepperdine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captain obvious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">The Invasion...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SZKLGv_OxJI/AAAAAAAABlo/FP8UcynTAIg/s1600-h/suckonthis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SZKLGv_OxJI/AAAAAAAABlo/FP8UcynTAIg/s400/suckonthis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301452659445646482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the Cold/Flu Bug. Our whole apartment complex/church/community bubble has it. Dennis has been sick for about a week and I'm full of mocos myself. I promise I am trying to wash my hands more and I washed our sheets today to get rid of any germs. Alas, this is a tough bug to beat.&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband, bless him, is consequently unable to sleep at night. He refuses to take benedryl because they make him sleepy. But last night for example, he was on his blackberry or channel surfing or touching my face all night. It was cute, endearing, pathetic, and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;My cure for the cold: cup o' noodles (ramen), liquids (not always good ones but nonetheless we try), and lots of wasting time on the internets (aka facebook games instead of studying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/02/10/funny-pictures-day-is/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3112395" title="funny-pictures-your-cat-likes-laying-around-all-day" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/funny-pictures-your-cat-likes-laying-around-all-day.jpg" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my reason for post- Dennis citizenship ceremony blog hiatus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolstuffexpress.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/Shared/coolstuffexpress/giantmicrobes/giantmicrobescommoncold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.coolstuffexpress.com/store/i/is.aspx?path=/Shared/coolstuffexpress/giantmicrobes/giantmicrobescommoncold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*common cold plush doll via &lt;a href="http://coolstuffexpress.com"&gt;Cool Stuff Express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Passive Aggressive Note about coughing via &lt;a href="http://passiveaggressivenotes.com"&gt;Passive Aggressive Notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-1976408618852548388?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1976408618852548388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=1976408618852548388&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1976408618852548388" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1976408618852548388" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/02/invasion.html" title="The Invasion..." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aNxTsjE5Y1U/SZKLGv_OxJI/AAAAAAAABlo/FP8UcynTAIg/s72-c/suckonthis.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-1826352062000732350</id><published>2009-01-30T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:23:46.497-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hubby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title type="text">Dennis became a US Citizen today!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=7f546fdbad3d4715230c6a" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="312" height="310" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=7f546fdbad3d4715230c6a&amp;skin_id=801&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:312px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=7f546fdbad3d4715230c6a&amp;skin_id=801&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/7f546fdbad3d4715230c6a/801.gif" style="border:0px;" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are officially done with immigration now!! Woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-1826352062000732350?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/1826352062000732350/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=1826352062000732350&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1826352062000732350" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/1826352062000732350" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/01/dennis-became-us-citizen-today.html" title="Dennis became a US Citizen today!!" /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19539638.post-174798850335361462</id><published>2009-01-24T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:00:51.789-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blingtarded" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web" /><title type="text">second best site of the week. ever.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://blingee.com"&gt;Blingee&lt;/a&gt; aka "Seizure-inducing site of the week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to bling out my Kindergarten picture. Because my 7 year old face needed some glitter and some &lt;a href="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/kanye_west-gal-products.jpg"&gt; Kanye West glasses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/82033792-Kindergarten-88" target="_blank" title="Myspace Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kindergarten 88" border="0" height="275" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/4e3/356895969_305900.gif" title="Kindergarten 88" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought "what else can I bling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/82034604-Tom-Cruise-bling" target="_blank" title="Add Glitter to Pictures"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tom Cruise bling" border="0" height="400" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/4e3/356902241_970398.gif" title="Tom Cruise bling" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise!&lt;br /&gt;(Note: The creator (me) does not want to imagine a world where dancing snoops rejoice as a gun shoots in the general direction of a bunny rabbit wishing the world lots of love.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19539638-174798850335361462?l=agringasgiggles.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/feeds/174798850335361462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19539638&amp;postID=174798850335361462&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/174798850335361462" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19539638/posts/default/174798850335361462" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://agringasgiggles.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-best-site-of-week-ever.html" title="second best site of the week. ever." /><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09984493787107930509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06973800572156507504" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry></feed>
