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&lt;b&gt;January 25th&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
"Okay, so I just had one of the coolest P-day experiences of my whole mission. The Olympic Torch ran its relay through Penticton this morning and I got to be a part of it! The Salvation Army was handing out free hot chocolate and needed volunteers, so we were the first to sign up. John and Christine--two of the Majors in the Salvation Army--were helping out and really like us missionaries. They made sure we got to hold the Olympic Torch AND bought us official Olympic mittens (kind of like the berets of the 2002 SLC Olympics) AND took pictures of us by the mascots AND got shots of us next to a real Canadian Mountie! I can die happy now. I honestly never thought it would happen on my mission, but I actually met a Canadian Mountie. Coca-Cola is the sponsor for VANOC2010 and "Open Happiness" is their slogan--I thought it was cute. Anyway, it was a fantastic morning. Remember, the church IS true!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;February 8th&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
"Hello from Courtenay! (Pronounced Courtney...I've decided that if I have three girls, I will name them Victoria, Courtenay, and Penticton....ha.) Sister W. and I are off to a rolling start in our companionship. It's like we share the same brain. Lots of laughter, lots of reminiscing about the MTC. Here's a brief example of why I love her. At one of her very first dinner appointments in Courtenay, she was giving the closing prayer and in her extremely tired state, she said, "We pray that our farts may be filled with love," when she really meant to say "hearts." Also, she loves emailing just as much as I do, so you can be grateful for that. It's been fun to see the ways that we've both grown and how our attitudes about missionary work have changed for the better. We cover the area of Courtenay, Comox, and Cumberland. The total population is probably around 35,000. The weather here is rainy and chilly, although spring is breaking through. The trees are all covered in moss and there is green everywhere! About 100 people come to church each week and we do have a ward. Yes, we do live in a cabin. After spending 4 months in a beautiful home, it's a bit like being kicked from the Celestial Kingdom to the Telestial Kingdom. Opposition in all things, right? When I served with Sister H., she would tell me all her Courtenay stories and I would say, 'I can't help but feel that I'm hearing these things just so I can be prepared to serve there someday myself.'" &lt;br /&gt;
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Some fun pictures from the Olympic Torch Relay day:&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, yeah, the traditional calendar says it's the 8th, but if we're going by my chocolate advent calendar, it's totally the 22nd already.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Blog:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hello from Canadia! Celine Dion says hi. I must apologize that I haven't written in a long while, but things here have been crazy busy. (The good kind!) How are things in internet-land? Did any of you attempt/finish a NaNoWriMo novel? Canada is wonderful—it is great, it is white, and it is north. I have eaten moose, poutine, and real maple syrup (thankfully not all at the same time), but I have yet to meet a real Canadian Mountie. Someday!&lt;br /&gt;
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So you want to know what's crazy? As of Christmas Day, I will officially be halfway done with my mission. (Shameless plug: TwitterWit makes a great stocking stuffer! *cough*...especially page 152...*cough*) Even though I've got nine months left, I can confidently say that this is the best thing I have ever done in my life. I've pushed myself, stretched my comfort zone, and taken a stand. I've had a few good cries and even more good laughs. I'm learning how to love—this has probably been my biggest challenge, but my heart has grown immensely and still has plenty of room to grow. I'm becoming the person I was meant to be and that wouldn't have been possible without this experience. &lt;br /&gt;
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Never before have I realized just how much the gospel of Jesus Christ means to me. I am infinitely grateful for Joseph Smith and I know that Thomas S. Monson is the living prophet today. The Book of Mormon is the word of God. Not only does God exist, but he knows us and loves each of us! &lt;br /&gt;
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This Christmas time, I want each of you to know that there is a reason for each of us being here. If any of you are wondering, searching, or questioning, I can't urge you enough to turn to the Book of Mormon or your local LDS missionaries for answers. The Atonement of Jesus Christ is strong enough to heal all wounds and because of Him, eternal life and eternal families are possible. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year, I've discovered that Christmas is all about giving. (I'll take "Blatantly obvious statements" for $500, Alex.) Not so much about the giving of tangible gifts, of course, but about giving of our time and our service and our heart. May you all feel the joy of Christmas in your homes, not just now but all year round. I don't care how cheesy it sounds, but I mean it for reals. I miss you guys like Canadians miss Terry Fox. I'll write again soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;
Gretchen Alice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We have also posted a few of her “food pictures” as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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“Have a great Thanksgiving this week! We do have a dinner appointment, but I doubt it will be anything too Thanksgiving-y. But at Zone Conference yesterday, they did make us a spectacular turkey dinner with all the fixin's, so that's good enough for me.” [A reminder that Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated earlier in the year]&lt;br /&gt;
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“A church member took us out for an all-you-can-eat shrimp with his family. Phil, you would have been in heaven. There was lemon, garlic, Cajun, and battered and I think my total count ended up being 36 shrimp!”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Thursday night we had a very enjoyable dinner with a couple from the ward. The husband absolutely loves to cook, so we had an amazing meal. (Pork Parmesan, vegetables with a dijon mustard sauce, fettuccine alfredo, and tapioca for dessert.) I taught a brief lesson on Elder Bednar's talk about consistency and then we chatted for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“On Tuesday we ate lunch with a couple that reminded me so much of Grandma Teedie and Granddaddy Vic that I had to remind myself I was in Canada and not in Utah. They're both French and completely delightful. He's a fantastic artist and she is very proper and an excellent cook. The husband tries to talk to me in French at church and even calls me ‘his little French Frog.’"&lt;br /&gt;
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“We visited a ward member that wanted to give us some homemade apple juice.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“We ate dinner with a family whose daughter is getting baptized in a river in Alberta this week. Her parents wanted to do a special presentation with the missionaries and we were happy to oblige, especially since we got food. Every Sunday they make nachos, which I think is an awesome tradition.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Tell Granddaddy Bob that if he wants real peaches, he's got to try some from the Okanogan Valley someday.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Everyone insists on serving us dessert, which we unfortunately can't decline without looking ungrateful. Ha!”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Earlier today we ate brunch with some ward members. After an amazing breakfast (we never get real breakfast food), we taught them the 3rd lesson and it went pretty well--we're getting better at identifying what we need to improve on.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“One church member had us over for dinner last Tuesday with one of her friends. The food was incredible--we had grilled shish-kabobs with sirloin and shrimp and vegetables. There was corn-on-the-cob and homemade chocolate cake and potato salad the way I like it. The absolute best part, though, was the grilled curry lamp chops--gourmet spices and the meat just melted in your mouth. Words can't describe it--probably one of the best things I have eaten in my entire life. So the upside of summer is that everyone does barbecue for dinner and the downside is that everyone else is out of town.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“After emailing you last week, the elders were all going off to play soccer and my companion and I went to the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria. It wasn't very large, but had some great pieces there. There's a famous Canadian artist named Emily Carr, so they had a whole exhibit of her stuff. Dad, I think you'd really like her work. We ate dinner with a fun family in the area. We made individual vegetarian pizzas on tortillas and they were very good.” &lt;br /&gt;
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"Today, however, isn't quite that interesting. We did take a walk down by Elk Lake and then after that, we came home and ate organic cereal with organic soy milk and I'm pretty sure that those two things make us official Islanders."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Ah, poutine! I don't know why I've gone so long without trying this Canadian delicacy. For the uninformed, poutine is french fries with cheese curds and gravy poured on top, so the cheese curds get all melty and the gravy makes the fries all beautifully salty. Pretty much the most unhealthy thing ever, but that's Canadian junk food for ya. Also, it's AWESOME."&lt;br /&gt;
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Bon Appetite!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Gretchen was transferred last week from Victoria to Penticton!&amp;nbsp;The Picture above shows how grueling tracting was for her on Vancouver Island for nearly six months!&lt;br /&gt;
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Penticton is a town of about 50,000 people in the Okanogan Valley situated 260 miles East of Vancouver. The area is known as the "breadbasket" of British Columbia. We are told there are numerous wine-tasting events in the Okanogan Valley during the month of October but it is not anticipated Gretchen and her new companion will be engaging in many of those activities, though Gretchen&amp;nbsp;reminded us there are a lot of stories in the Bible about vineyards!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some pictures of Gretchen before she left scenic Vancouver Islands. A potential title for each is as follows: 1) Finding Margaret Thatcher; 2) Supermissionary; 3) Missionaries on the Beach; 4) A Bunch of Missionaries on the Beach; and 5) Testing a New Missionary Vehicle&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note from Gretchen’s Dad: I apologize for such a long delay since we posted information on Gretchen’s mission. Gretchen is alive and well and doing great. Much of the content of her letters is focused on the people she is teaching and so most of those details would not be shared on the blog, however, I have gleaned a few excerpts from her letters over the past few weeks below. My new plan is to provide a monthly update with excerpts and pictures (as they are available):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the Weather&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hello! Victoria continues to be resplendent in the summertime. We’ve been the recipients of so much fresh produce that we’re not entirely sure what to do with it. The Okanagan Valley is famous for its cherries and now I know why. I hear the peaches are incredible, so I’m pretty stoked for those to start rolling in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Missionary Fashions&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I read Seriously So Blessed (and my scriptures) everyday.” [http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com] Or so says my new T-shirt from my BFF TAMN. They were handing out mail at Zone Conference the other day and I was way surprised that a package had come from my favorite Mormon mommy blogger. TAMN also included a card to Sister Gretch-a-sketch and said that she was rooting for me and thought that the shirt might make for some righteous PJs. How awesome is that?! I showed it to everyone else. They didn’t really get it, but I assured them it was hysterical.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Everyday is ugly skirt day when you’re a sister missionary.” [A quote from Sister H., &amp;nbsp;Gretchen’s current companion]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a Local Ward Open House&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;[A few weeks ago, Gretchen and her companion proposed to local Church leaders that they do an open house to invite people from the community to get to know the Church members. They were surprised at how excited the local leaders were at the idea. It became a big event that would have been held yesterday. We have not yet heard how it went.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The ward loves our community open house idea and got a little carried away with it. They said we should plan for a 1,000 people! Um, we were hoping for maybe 200.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In trying to figure out the bread situation for the open house [they planned on doing a BBQ], we called one of the local grocery stores to see if they’d be willing to donate some buns. The guy said they wouldn’t be able to, but that they could probably give us a $20 gift card to help us out. Of course, we said that would be great and went in on Saturday to pick it up. While we were there, I suggested that we go and see exactly how much a bag of a dozen hamburger buns would normally cost. It was the last day of the big sale and not only did they have both hamburger and hot dog buns, but they were only .99 cents a bag. Wonder of wonders, we were able to stock up and get the elders to pick them up from a store near their house.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Canadian Holidays&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Happy British Columbia (or BC) Day! Someone described the holiday to us this way: ‘Well we get Canada Day off in July and someone decided that we needed a long weekend in August. Therefore BC Day (or whatever province you live in) was born. Church was SO empty yesterday because of it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few pictures below include two of Gretchen at Butchart Gardens, one of Gretchen on the byway, and one of some peacock feathers for colorful good measures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog28WWXzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/aOGgquVt5i4/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog28WWXzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/aOGgquVt5i4/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog2ux7ExrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rXB9gwSrEHg/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog2ux7ExrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rXB9gwSrEHg/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog3HqeX-4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_2GZhZxtQ-w/s1600-h/Gretchen+in+Courtney+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog3HqeX-4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_2GZhZxtQ-w/s320/Gretchen+in+Courtney+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog3VPv8zgI/AAAAAAAAACs/7OhKlq8VUPQ/s1600-h/More+Pics.1_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog3VPv8zgI/AAAAAAAAACs/7OhKlq8VUPQ/s320/More+Pics.1_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-3551171191694876495?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/3551171191694876495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=3551171191694876495&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3551171191694876495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3551171191694876495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/08/gretchen-is-still-missionary-and-doing.html" title="Gretchen is Still a Missionary and Doing Great!" /><author><name>Gretchen &amp;amp; Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16570653487028263783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964561210742182586" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLjVvsgqNOk/Sog28WWXzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/aOGgquVt5i4/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGSXc4cSp7ImA9WxJWEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-5747273156016300531</id><published>2009-06-17T20:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:28.939-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T20:35:28.939-06:00</app:edited><title>Gretchen Gets Her First Baptism!</title><content type="html">Gretchen and her companion have been teaching a gentleman for a number of weeks and he was baptized last Saturday! After all, that is the very goal of missionary work. She had commented in an earlier e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Another huge push is to place an emphasis on the doctrine of Christ. I didn't know until now that the actual doctrine of Christ happens to be baptism. It's very cool--in the scriptures, the very few times we hear from the Father Himself is in relation to baptism. (See 2 Nephi 31 for example.) Anyway, I feel very fortunate to be here at a time where things are really starting to get going. Mission leaders have also said that the temple is going to bring thousands flocking and we have to be ready for it. So it's a very exciting time to be here and I'm beginning to feel like things are actually starting to click."&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the baptism, Gretchen noted that the gentleman being baptized was "was very excited, but also a little nervous (understandably). His mom came, which was a big deal, and we had a great turnout from the ward. Everyone brought treats and had a great time. (The only downside was that the church got really hot, because I SWEAR Canadians don't believe in air conditioning.)"&lt;br /&gt;
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Gretchen seems to be having a number of Chinese cross-cultural experiences that she has discussed in her letters home. She and her companion are teaching several Chinese families and she went on a missionary split (a temporary assignment with a different companion; typically for a few hours or a day) last week with a Sister Missionary from China serving in Vancouver. Last week she also noted: "Today we went to Chinatown again because we had to get our oil changed. It was lots of fun and I took some great pictures."&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately we don't have any pictures to post this week but should have some for our next entry!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Gretchen's Quote for the Week:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1 class="ha"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":5t"&gt;"Love books and reject idleness." -Camilla Kimball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-5747273156016300531?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/5747273156016300531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=5747273156016300531&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5747273156016300531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5747273156016300531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/06/gretchen-gets-her-first-baptism.html" title="Gretchen Gets Her First Baptism!" /><author><name>Gretchen &amp;amp; Co.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16570653487028263783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964561210742182586" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMSX08fip7ImA9WxJXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-3152129055891709148</id><published>2009-06-04T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:29:48.376-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T18:29:48.376-06:00</app:edited><title>Gretchen Addresses Her "Internet Friends"</title><content type="html">Dear Internet Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow, time flies like an arrow...and fruit flies like a banana! Oh yeah, I should mention that going on a mission has completely killed my witty sense of humor. (But I must admit that I'm getting pretty darn good at making scripture jokes--remind me to tell you a few sometime). So this little note is just to let all six of you that still read my blog know that a) I'm alive, b) I miss you guys but I'm still not leaving Canada, and c) that it's my birthday this week and I need you all to tell me that you love me. Kidding, it's really c) I love being able to talk to people about the restored gospel of Jesus Christ and that His Church truly does exist in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Long story short, missions are insanely difficult but they also happen to be very rewarding. I'm still figuring things out and there is much I have to learn, but every day is a little bit less overwhelming than the one before it. Victoria is absolutely *gorgeous*. I absolutely cannot believe that I get to live here. Once a week we get a "Preparation Day" (or P-Day as we call them) and I love being able to explore and experience the most stunning place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Canada is also lots of fun. Newsflash: It's actually very different from the United States. I know, right? Plus, Canada has better chocolate and they're the ones that brought&lt;i&gt; Celine Dion&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;For Better or For Worse&lt;/i&gt; into our homes. We really have a lot to thank them for. Anyhow, that's pretty much all I have time for at this moment, but periodically I'll try and send out special updates just for you lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much &amp;lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;Gretchen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. Is twitter still cool? I heard Bristol Palin had her baby and I'm kind of bummed I wasn't around for that. (Yeah, that's a weird thing to be trunky about, but whatevs.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some excerpts from her letters and some pictures she sent as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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"As usual, time is short so I might not get around to all of the stories I was planning on telling. Sister Weber and I are running off to a lunch appointment and then we're going to see the Wax Museum, which I am inordinately excited about. But it was so much fun to talk to you last night--I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time."&lt;br /&gt;
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"We had a cool experience last week with a girl named Katy. She's taking some college classes at UVIC and living with her family. Her parents are not church-goers, but she recently started attending a Christian church downtown. We gave her a church tour and also taught her the first lesson. When we taught the Restoration, the spirit was so strong and she described it as being "really intense." We're meeting with her later this week."&lt;br /&gt;
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"So today is Victoria Day and I'm assuming it's to commemorate Queen Victoria or something. On big holidays, EVERYTHING closes down (except for the staples like grocery stores--thank heavens--and gas stations) and we really needed to get our oil changed, so that'll just have to happen somehow next week."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Last week we did end up going to the Royal London Wax Museum, which was an absolute hoot. We got some awesome pictures with some famous people (including Brigham Young, "the founder of Mormonism"--ha) and then once that was over, we walked down by the waterfront. We also stopped in to the Church of Christ Cathedral and ate at the Beacon Drive In for dinner. Best butterscotch sundae EVER. That was one of the best P-days I've had so far. Today, however, isn't quite that interesting. We did take a walk down by Elk Lake and then after that, we came home and ate organic cereal with organic soy milk and I'm pretty sure that those two things make us official Islanders."&lt;br /&gt;
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"After knocking on many doors the other night, it was time to go home and we started back to our car when a girl yelled out to us from in front of her townhome, "Hey, can I talk to you?!" Sister Weber and I basically looked at each other, like, "You really want to talk to us? Nobody EVER wants to talk to us!" She told us that even though her mom turned us down, that she heard us talking to her neighbor. So she waited for us at the bottom of her stairs because she wanted to "talk to some of the girl missionaries, because I only ever see boys." We answered a few of her questions and set up an appointment for this Wednesday. So we're really looking forward to that."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How big is your district?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think there are about twelve of us. We make up the lower half of the Island.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How big is your zone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Two districts make up our zone. The other district is the Northern Island. (Duncan, Nanaimo, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How many missionaries are in your mission?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last I heard, there were about 110ish.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How many sister missionaries are in your mission?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fourteen of us, loud and proud! Two of those are specifically language missionaries, so they serve in Richmond/Vancouver. I can't remember all of the areas where sisters currently serve. As far as I know, we're in Victoria, Courtney, Kelona, Surrey, Penticton, Vancouver Language, and there's one I'm forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Do you eat at member's homes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We have eaten at member's homes and they're always more than willing to feed us, but in the past week we've decided to tract between the hours of five and seven. I guess the Tacoma Washington Mission (word to Emily!) started doing that as a mission and their baptisms skyrocketed and about 80% of those baptisms came from tracting. So even though it's not a mission rule, we've decided to try it out and see what comes of it. Anyhow, that's going to change how we eat because then we'd only be able to make dinner appointments at four or at seven and nobody really eats during that time. At the very least, though, we'll be getting more lunch appointments and we'll probably start a grocery list to help us out with that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Are people letting you in the door?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hahaha. Um. Not really. We have gotten a couple of return appointments and we taught one guy in his backyard (more on that later) but I don't think we've actually gotten in the official door YET. But soon, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What stands out as a major event for the week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'd say that our best tracting experience so far is that guy we taught in his backyard. Sister Weber was trying to decide if she had knocked on that door before and I said that we should just go for it. No one answered and so we were in the process of sticking a pass-along card in his door when he walked around the corner. We gave him our typical introduction and he said that anyone who had the guts to come door-to-door talking about religion deserved to be heard out. He was doing paperwork from home and on his lunch break, so we had to be quick, but we (and when I say we, I really mean Sister Weber) taught him the condensed version of the first lesson and then told him about the Book of Mormon. He asked for a copy (!) and then we had him read Moroni 10:3-5 and when he read it, he made some comment among the lines of, "wow, that's really powerful stuff." Sister Weber asked him how he felt and when he told us "peaceful," she told him that was God telling him that it was true. It was INCREDIBLE. Long story slightly shorter, we got his number and when we called him back, he said he'd been reading, but not as much as he'd like because he's working something like 12-14 hour days for the next week or so. So we're calling him back next week and hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What has surprised you the most so far (with just over a week of experience) since arriving in Canada?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm...I can't really think of anything super surprising. I'm still at that stage where I learn something new every hour, it seems. I guess it's surprising to see people's reactions to us and what we're doing. It's not always positive, but you learn to laugh those off and move on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom, here's a story that you'll like. We got a referral from the elders for this older couple. We dropped by after an appointment last Saturday and Mom, you would have loved their house. They have at least 5,000 daffodils in their yard and they've been featured in at least five magazines. In the mid-summer, they grow peonies and the whole yard was absolutely stunning. I got some great pictures. I'm not sure how useful it was for us to talk to the lady about religion, because the majority of Islanders tend to think along the lines that "why can't everyone be right?" So we did our best and she gave us lavender soap that her daughter makes and at the very least, it's a seed planted. (Ha--pun.)&lt;br /&gt;
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“President Nelson made us breakfast in the morning and at the table we had to practice our door approach, which was pretty nerve-wracking. We hung around the mission office for the entire day and met entirely too many people and we were totally overwhelmed. I said goodbye to Sister Wight (it was so sad) who was assigned to a Vancouver suburb and I got on the ferry with a bunch of Elders and we took some good pictures.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“My new companion/trainer, Sister Weber, met me at the dock and a member took us out for dinner at Red Robin. Sister Weber is from Utah and we both lived in Perkins during Freshman year. She's been out for fourteen months and she's been here in Victoria for six, so there's lots of speculation about whether or not she's going to finish her mission here. She's super perky and going into Elementary Ed and even though we have fairly different senses of humor, we've been able to get along well.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Over the past few days, we've taught lessons and gone tracting and had dinner appointments and gone to church ─ pretty much all the typical missionary stuff. I'm still way overwhelmed in trying to figure it all out, but it's getting easier day by day.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"

Gretchen's Dad will post more news next week. Thanks for reading and look to serve a neighbor this week!

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First and foremost let me apologize for the tardiness of this post! It has been almost a month since Gretchen's final (temporary final) post prior to her leaving. I know many of her faithful readers are likely experiencing massive and violent withdrawal symptoms and I will obviously not be able to come close to satisfying all the Gretch-a-sketch cravings you may have. But I do intend to provide periodic updates on what we know about her mission in the hope that loyal readers can share in her experience if only in a distant, incomplete, and vicarious fashion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gretchen started off on her mission on a most positive note. She sent several letters and e-mails about her Missionary Training Center (MTC) experience that were incredibly positive and upbeat. One could sense a spiritual transformation taking place which is, in part, what a mission is all about. That positive attitude showed through again when she had a chance to talk with her Mother on the phone at the airport just before she flew to Vancouver on Wednesday April 15th. We have not heard from her since her arrival in Vancouver and eagerly await news about her first assignment and adjustment to missionary life on the front lines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have attached four pictures on the blog for your viewing pleasure. They include:1) Gretchen at the front door of the MTC; 2) Gretchen with her younger but substantially taller brother Phillip at the MTC; 3) Gretchen with her MTC companion, Sister Wight (from California...also going to Vancouver) with whom she got along wonderfully (and the two of them looking very sassy...not the traditional missionary pose in my day!); and 4) other sister missionaries in her "district" who were headed to different locales around the world!&lt;br /&gt;
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Until I post again, may your days be pleasant and safe!&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though I'm going to miss all of my worldly pleasures something fierce, I've got such a conviction and assurance about what I'm going out to do. I'm thrilled to be able to go out and share what I know is true. I love my religion beyond everything else and I believe that through my God, I'm going to help change lives. (And by the same token, my life is going to change irrevocably and I positively can't wait for that.) The mission is going to be challenging and stressful and I know there are going to be times when I question my choice, but I've decided that I'm going to focus on the good that I find. I am so ready to go and fall in love with Canada and the Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short, thank you for being a friend. I'll think of you all often and I hope you keep in touch. I'll be back before you know it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-3076090321654346251?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/3076090321654346251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=3076090321654346251&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3076090321654346251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3076090321654346251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html" title="So Long And Thanks For All The Fish" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGRX05eip7ImA9WxVUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-7127273510903358355</id><published>2009-03-23T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:42:04.322-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T22:42:04.322-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mission" /><title>How To Keep In Touch With Me When I'm On My Mission</title><content type="html">I leave for the mission in two days. Eeps!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is all going to sound a tad bit involved, but really, it's NOT. Just trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the sitch. On my mission, I'll be able to email home and write letters on my Preparation Day. If you'd like to be a part of the weekly email, then you need to send an email to &lt;b&gt;gretchengoestocanada at gmail dot com&lt;/b&gt;, with the appropriate symbols switched in for the at and dot. Say something like "subscribe" in the subject line. The email will be sent out with that fancy-schmancy BCC technology, so no one will be able to see your address. Holla for safety! My dad will be forwarding on that email, so if you ever want to unsubscribe (and heaven only knows why you would) then just send an email to the same address with UNSUBSCRIBE in the subject line and he'll take you off the list. The emails themselves will hopefully have some really good stories and they're going to be funny, but they're also going to be very religious-y. Just so you know. It should be a really interesting way to get the full scope of my experience/spiritual journey. No pressure to sign up, but there's the info for those of you that have asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next way is to just keep up with this blog. Again, my dad is taking care of it so I have no way to guarantee how frequently it will be updated or if he'll even do anything with it after a month. It'll have email snippets, amusing things from the letters I write, and possibly even pictures. It's not going to be under my jurisdiction AT ALL for this next year and a half--I trust my dad completely with it, though, and how many bloggers can say that? Keep it on your readers because I will be back at this domain come September 2010 and that's a promise. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Thirdly, I'd love to hear from you guys via the written word, if you feel so inclined. I've got the main address listed on my facebook page. If you'd like to be added to my address book, then shoot me an email with your address and I promise not to stalk you. Instead, I'll send you a letter at some point during my mission and who doesn't love getting mail?&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I hope that all makes sense because I'm writing this kinda late at night. If you have any questions, let me know. More mission-y stuff to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-7127273510903358355?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/7127273510903358355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=7127273510903358355&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/7127273510903358355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/7127273510903358355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/how-to-keep-in-touch-with-me-when-im-on.html" title="How To Keep In Touch With Me When I'm On My Mission" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBRXw9fip7ImA9WxVUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-6308768289096436340</id><published>2009-03-22T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:17:34.266-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T23:17:34.266-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What the random" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mission" /><title>Bad Horse</title><content type="html">I was cleaning out my bedroom yesterday when I came across a stick horse I got from my days at The Toy Store. And like pretty much all things I don't know what to do with in my room, I went to go store it in the kid brother's closet. Then I had a thought....a horrible, evil thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SccXdYRHNzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MN2uhlaMmoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SccXdYRHNzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MN2uhlaMmoQ/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I covered it up at the bottom of his bed and promptly forgot about it until later that night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; The kid brother waited for me to come out of the bathroom while I was getting ready for bed, stick horse in hand. This is how he tells it. "So I was reaching over on my bed for a book when my hand connected with this oddly-shaped lump. I'm immediately reminded of that scene in &lt;i&gt;The Godfather&lt;/i&gt;, you know, the one where he finds the horse head in his bed, so I took a step back and lifted up the covers. Yeah, it freaked me out a little."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though neither of us have actually SEEN &lt;i&gt;The Godfather&lt;/i&gt;, I love that he gets things. I'm gonna miss that kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-6308768289096436340?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/6308768289096436340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=6308768289096436340&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/6308768289096436340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/6308768289096436340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/bad-horse.html" title="Bad Horse" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SccXdYRHNzI/AAAAAAAAA8c/MN2uhlaMmoQ/s72-c/IMG_1479.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FSHk4fCp7ImA9WxVUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-4918723807152355506</id><published>2009-03-19T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:45:19.734-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T23:45:19.734-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Office" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recap Time" /><title>Office Recap, "New Boss"</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Just a quick housekeeping note--I don't think I'm going to have the time to get this week's POP done or write that post about feminism. In short, yay for women! and you should also read The Graveyard Book and watch Bones and listen to Middle Cyclone. Yeah, I think that about covers everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Since this was my last episode of &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt; before heading off to the Land Of Bryan Adams, I was really, really worried that it was going to be a Teh Lame episode. It was very Teh Cringe-y, but not so much lame. Not very heavy on the lulz, either, but that doesn't mean it wasn't funny. (Admit it, you guys are totally gonna miss my recaps.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Michael's been with DM for a stunning 15 years, which everyone knows requires a classy party. Dwight suggests that they have an ice sculpture of Michael's head covered in chocolate strawberries. Jim counters a few minutes later with an ice sculpture &lt;i&gt;surrounded&lt;/i&gt; by chocolate-covered fruit. Maybe strawberries? This episode is very special something for the ladies, since Jim Halpert spends it in a tux. See, Dwight sent out a memo talking about taking workplace dress more seriously. Jim can't help but comply. He spent 40 minutes getting ready and Pam's just eating it all up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Idris Elba (Stringer Bell from &lt;i&gt;The Wire&lt;/i&gt;, which I only know because everyone mentions that in the same breath as they say his name) arrives as Charles Minor. (Minor? I 'ardly know 'er!) He's the tough-guy boss who's going to establish order and peace once more to Dunder Mifflin Scranton. Poor guy, I don't think he really knew what he was in for. The reception is warm and Michael leads them from the break room to the conference room, where he's prepared bagels in the shape of Cs. And was that lox at the end of the table? It took Michael all night to prepare and it's not long before Charles is messing with Michael's mind. He does everything from disband the PPC (no thanks to Phyllis, pshhh) to tell Kevin that he can't get overtime for fixing an accounting mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Michael turns from adoring to resentful to petulant all in the course of a day, which isn't entirely out of character. Pam has a great talking head about how the immaturity level of his comedy act is in direct correlation to how mad he is. This time he skipped right over Ace Ventura to the "I'm going to repeat everything you say" routine. Ah, yes, the old repetition stand-by. Audiences love that. He tattles to David Wallace, who patiently explains that Charles is his new go-to guy. This is all very confusing for Michael because Jan, his old lover, would only come to Pennsylanvania when she was super horny and Ryan would only drop by to visit his parents and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Along with some harmless flirting from Kelly and Angela (well, so far it's harmless), Charles makes the biggest impact in Jim's life. The logistics of Jim's prank don't go over well with Charles and then he argues with Jim over the Assistant (to the) Regional Manager position. Jim quips that "For my next trick, I will now make my career...disappear!" I know they don't get along now, but I think that there may be potential for a BFF relationship in the future. Maybe, I'm not sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;
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After a failed attempt to reach David on the phone (with a little help from Dwight who charms the receptionist by saying that Michael Scotch has captured Wallace's kid), Michael actually drives up to New York and confronts the CFO. He's always looked up to David and he's not happy with this sudden turn of betrayal. David promises that he'll find the money for Michael's 15th Party and he'll also attend. In a strange turn of events, Michael doesn't accept but instead quits. Dun-dun-dunnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I suspected that this was coming based on certain spoilers I've read and it's not like he'll be gone forever. I think it'll be good for Michael to re-interpret his life away from DM. This episode was definitely cringe-worthy and I LOVE it when The Office does the really cringe-y stuff. I had one of those awkward pit-in-my-stomach feelings when he was doing the repeating thing and everyone was yelling at him to stop. It was &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; and I mean that earnestly. Stuff like that is one of the many reasons I love my show. Man, I'm really gonna miss writing these recaps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stay classy, Scranton. I'll see you and the rest of the Dunder Mifflin gang in 18 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-4918723807152355506?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/4918723807152355506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=4918723807152355506&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4918723807152355506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4918723807152355506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/office-recap-new-boss.html" title="Office Recap, &quot;New Boss&quot;" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcARXk4fSp7ImA9WxVVGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-5631143208731181835</id><published>2009-03-12T23:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:27:24.735-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-12T23:27:24.735-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recap Time" /><title>Office Recap, "Golden Ticket"</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love &lt;i&gt;Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/i&gt; so much, you guys. I love Gene Wilder, I love Grandpa Joe, I even love Veruca Salt. ("I want a feast! I want a beannnnnn feast!") It is a perfect movie and there aren't very many of those in the world. In fact, I'd say it's the only movie that is actually better than the book and I &lt;i&gt;adore&lt;/i&gt; Roald Dahl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Michael has a stroke-of-genius marketing ploy to send out five golden discount tickets for Dunder Mifflin paper. He dresses up as Mr. Wonka himself and does a spotty Gene Wilder imitation. It's a day full of whimsy, excitement, and fantasy! Not a bad gimmick, but it might be a tad flawed. After showing him tucking the tickets into the paper boxes, he goes to the conference room to search for other "golden ticket ideas." (Band name!) Jim starts to pitch an idea, but it's too long. Heh. Andy throws out Golden Girls and Golden Grahams, neither of which Michael finds acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"I assume there's an accident indemnity clause."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jim gets the first golden ticket call, from the Blue Cross. Not only did they find one golden ticket, but they found all five. (Wait, how did they find them so quickly? Did they have lines of factory workers opening the boxes?) Oscar confirms that they are indeed DM's largest client, which means they get 50% off for the next year. The phones keep ringing with David Wallace on the other line. Since Michael's not interested in taking the call, Pam relies on the list on excuses--civil rights rally, Obama fashion show (whatever that is), and trapped in an oil painting. Michael disposes of the costume in the dumpster and steals Andy's blazer for the rest of the day. In our second conference room meeting of the day, Oscar thinks they're all going to be fired because that's what shutting a branch means. Good call, O-dog. Yikes. Jim's got a mortage to pay. Carnations would have said the same thing as a house, but Creed begs to differ.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Pampered and spoiled like a siamese cat / Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I never realized this before, but Michael Scott is sort of like a perverse version of Gaius Baltar. Seriously, hear me out on this. So they're kind of idiots, but when it comes to saving their own skins, they'll do whatever it takes. Michael falters on whether it was an inside or outside agent and when he can't blame Jim, he lets Dwight take the fall. He calls Dwight in and they compare journal notes. Why keep a diary? Because it keeps secrets from his computer. I loved Dwight's TH about literally falling on his own sword, because even though you could totally see it coming, his delivery was great. Michael has nothing beyond his work, while Dwight has a beet farm and a growing B&amp;amp;B in the agro-tourism industry. This is true, but Michael's continual insistence that Dwight take the hit says a lot about how his character has and hasn't grown through the years. (Remember when he made Dwight pee for the drug test because he took a clove cigarette from the girl that looked like Alicia Keys? Good times.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"The suspense is terrible... I hope it'll last."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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David Wallace comes in and you half-expect him to be all full of sturm and drang. Instead, he congratulates Dwight on a lifetime guarantee from the Blue Cross because they loved the promo so much. With a slight protest from Michael, Dwight accepts the honor because he believes in getting ahead for survival. Everyone congratulates Dwight on his success--Creed is oddly sincere, but Pam plays along just to goad Michael. They go in for a phone meeting with marketing and while Michael and Dwight argue about who has the best ideas (Toilet Buddy vs the Horse Boat), Wallace figures out what's going on and leaves once more. Okay, why does he have so much faith in these guys? He's certainly been working with them long enough to not take either of them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In a relatively minor B-plot, Kevin needs help with the woman from the Lonely Hearts Party from last week. Andy is all for back-handed compliments, Jim thinks you should joke with her but wait &lt;strike&gt;for like five years and then ambush her and tell her you love her&lt;/strike&gt;, and Pam says he should show interest. Ah, sounds like Pam's been brushing up on her &lt;i&gt;He's Just Not That Into You.&lt;/i&gt; There's bickering and a brilliant 3-way talking head about shame, rage, and hot people. The storyline concludes with Kevin meeting the woman in the parking lot (because...she works in the same building, right? Whatever, I thought it was weird.) He compliments her smile and says the two little words every woman wants to hear: "Niiiiiice....boobs." I think she'll stick around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Look at me. I'm gonna be the first person in the world to be sent by television."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed watching this episode more than any other in recent memory. I also loved the knock-knock joke bookends, Michael's Shoe-la-la business idea, and how he wants the credit without any of the blame. Classic episode with vintage Kaling writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"But Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he he always wanted."  &lt;br /&gt;
"What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;
"He lived happily ever after."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-5631143208731181835?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/5631143208731181835/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=5631143208731181835&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5631143208731181835?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5631143208731181835?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/office-recap-golden-ticket.html" title="Office Recap, &quot;Golden Ticket&quot;" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbntJ_0lInI/AAAAAAAAA6s/JVxZB-JmyQg/s72-c/the+office+cast+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFSX8zfSp7ImA9WxVVGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-3912901781521604613</id><published>2009-03-12T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:01:58.185-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-12T14:01:58.185-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl Crush Week" /><title>"Well behaved women seldom make history." -Laurel Thatcher Ulrich</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following women are real-life heroines that have influenced my life in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Joan of Arc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the best compliments I ever received was when someone told me I was like "a modern-day Joan of Arc." Fingers crossed this doesn't imply that I eventually&amp;nbsp;get burned at the stake. I love her devotion, her action, and her French-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;strong&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It may be cliche to say this, but reading &lt;em&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt; changed my life. I was fourteen and in desperate need of an attitude adjustment. Her ability to be happy in spite of her circumstances will forever be an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;strong&gt;Carole King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"You've got to get up every morning/And show the world all the love in your heart." I revere Carole King for her music, but I also admire her for her dedication to environmentalism. &lt;br /&gt;
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4. &lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Cady Stanton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Suffragettes represent! She devoted her life to women's rights and truly made an impact. Girlfriend rocks. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &lt;strong&gt;Mary Fielding Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A Mormon pioneer (and my great-great-great grandmother), she traveled across the plains with her children, their father recently martyred. One of the company captains suggested that she stay behind, as she'd be a burden to the group. She looked him right in the eye and said that not only would she be going with them, but she would also beat him to the valley. And you know what? She totally did.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &lt;strong&gt;Tina Fey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My mom once asked me why I liked Tina Fey so much. "Not only did she pursue her dream of acting and improv, but she was the first female head writer on SNL. She made it cool for women to be funny," I gushed. Someday I hope to meet her and tell her just how much she's done for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Obama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How cool is Michelle Obama? Dignity, style, knowledge, and activism. She's also the kind of mom I want to be someday.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &lt;strong&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, and then there's Grace. There was so much public interest in her life and she still managed to become her own woman. Most actresses today&amp;nbsp;seem to be&amp;nbsp;concerned with attention and sensationalism. They fail to recognize the true definition of Hollywood Glamour, which Grace personified.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &lt;strong&gt;Laurel Thatcher Ulrich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She is&amp;nbsp;the one responsible for the oft-quoted saying in the title. (I'm currently reading the book she wrote about what she meant when she said that. It's fascinating.) Anyhow, Laurel is the only Mormon to ever win a Pulizter Prize and she's also an active feminist. Those are things worth aspiring to.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. &lt;strong&gt;My mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She's one of the strongest people I know. She was a&amp;nbsp;fierce-awesome lawyer back in the day and now she's a great mom to myself and the kid brother. I love &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2008/05/word-to-my-mother_11.html"&gt;her advice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and even though we are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; different people, I'm grateful for the impact she's had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other sources of inspiration: Sally Ride (I wanted to be an astronaut SO BAD because of her), Marie Curie, Martha Stewart (all insider trading aside, I really admire her savvy and talent), Joan Jett, Katee Sackhoff, Azar Nafisi (the author of &lt;i&gt;Reading Lolita in Tehran&lt;/i&gt;), Jane Austen, Shannon Hale, Jane Espenson, Anna Freud, Dorothy Parker, Harriet Tubman,&amp;nbsp;and Christine Ladd-Franklin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-3912901781521604613?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/3912901781521604613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=3912901781521604613&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3912901781521604613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3912901781521604613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/well-behaved-women-seldom-make-history.html" title="&quot;Well behaved women seldom make history.&quot; -Laurel Thatcher Ulrich" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/Sbijgvf9cUI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4osq2WoCOkc/s72-c/joan+of+arc.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQnwzfCp7ImA9WxVVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-3131715112387769210</id><published>2009-03-10T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:13:33.284-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-10T18:13:33.284-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl Crush Week" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>" If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?  Nobody." -Holden Caulfield</title><content type="html">I think it's been pretty well established that I tend to get &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/search/label/The%20Office"&gt;attached&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/02/angel-xander-or-spike-discuss.html"&gt;fictional&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2008/11/m-is-for-magic.html"&gt;characters&lt;/a&gt;.One of my very favorite blog posts is that time I wrote about &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2008/03/top-ten-literary-characters-i-would.html"&gt;all the book characters&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to marry. I started out my Fictional Girl Crush List at 10, but it kind of...expanded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbYJ5DqnKaI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pR5dVDmhwYA/s1600-h/girl+crush+banner.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbYJ5DqnKaI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pR5dVDmhwYA/s320/girl+crush+banner.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Jo March&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is a very distinct possibility that I will name one of my daughters after Josephine March. She's the perfect example of womanhood, from her daring flights of fancy to her intense affection for her sisters and parents. Above all, she knew how to refuse love when it wasn't right. And then she raised a whole litter of boys at Plumfield. Girl crush central right here, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Rory Gilmore&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rory taught me that one could be a bookworm and also be stylish at the same time. She didn't always make the right choices, but she always fixed her mistakes. (Jess + Rory for-evah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Kara Thrace, callsign Starbuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At first she comes off as abrasive and rough'n'tumble and impulsive, which she is. She's one of the most loyal and memorble characters in the history of television and I just really love her a lot. (See also: The entire frakking cast of BSG women.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;People in middle school would call me Hermione (that's what you get for being awkward and quiet and ALWAYS RIGHT), so it's only natural that I feel a kinship to her. Can you imagine Harry Potter without her? Yikes, I don't even want to think about it. Not only did she have knowledge, but she also had immense courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Zoe Alleyne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm probably more like Kaylee, but Zoe is the epitome of strength. I could definitely see her, Starbuck, and Bones all being best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Celia Garth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, this one's a tad more obscure. My mom lent me her copy of &lt;i&gt;Celia Garth&lt;/i&gt; by Gwen Bristow when I was younger and I've re-read it many times since. Celia is a dressmaker who becomes a spy for the American Revolution, which is totally kick-awesome. Also, she has not one,&amp;nbsp; but TWO rogue boyfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Buffy Summers&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much a given, am I right?&amp;nbsp;She's not the most book-smart, however, she's got street-smarts to spare. In addition to being the Slayer, she's also extremely kind-hearted and knows how to rock the knee-length boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Angua von Überwald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was not easy to decide between her and Susan Sto Helit, but this heiress from Terry Prachett's Discworld Universe is a crime-fighting werewolf. WIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Veronia Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is a reason I want this chick by my side when the &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2008/06/re-your-brains_26.html"&gt;zombies come&lt;/a&gt;. She knows just about everything and what she doesn't know, she knows someone who does. Nobody does snark better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Molly McIntire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, this is the American Girl Doll Molly. She's the doll that I own because I was so impressed with her bravery and sacrifice during a time of war. Remember when she shared her birthday with Emily, the English girl? Loved that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Trillian&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mathematician, astrophysicist, adventurer. I love her quirky&amp;nbsp;humor and love for life in space and how she lets nothing stop her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Karigan G'ladheon and Aerin and Alanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These three lovely ladies&amp;nbsp;are my trifecta of perfect fantasY heroines. Karigan comes from &lt;i&gt;Green Rider,&lt;/i&gt; Aerin from &lt;i&gt;The Hero and the Crown&lt;/i&gt;, and Alanna from Tamora Pierce's quartet of the same name. Teenage-me soaked up their stories and learned how to stand up for what was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Jaye Tyler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jaye absolutely cracks me up. She takes things at her own pace and she talks to inanimate objects. She'd be totes fun at a sleepover. If I ever get three wishes, I will spend one of those wishes on a second season of &lt;i&gt;Wonderfalls&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Scout Finch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Posessing more wisdom than most people will in their lifetimes, Scout amazes me each time I read &lt;i&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;/i&gt; Plus, I'm totally hot for her dad. (Does anyone else hope that Scout and Dill end up getting married?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Willow Rosenberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Evn though she has question taste in sweaters, the geeky, girl-lovin' Willow is as integral to the Buffy storyline as Buffy herself. For a witch, she's surprisingly (and endearingly) naive, but she knows how to hold her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Diana Prince/Wonder Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There aren't nearly enough superhero women, but I'll take what we can get. Amazonian and smoking hot, Wonder Woman opened up a world of possibilities in the comic book realm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Temperance "Bones" Brennan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bones is stunningly brilliant &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; gorgeous&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a best-selling author. She's not the best with social situations (holla!)--that's why she has Booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Princess Leia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Leia is the best kind of princess: diplomatic, sarcastic, and rebellious-in-a-good-way. No wonder Han loves her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Lindsey Weir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I could re-do my teenage years, I'd like to be more like Lindsey. She's more concerned with doing her own thing than worrying about what everyone else thinks and as the quote from yesterday said, that's one of the true marks of a feminist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Elizabeth Bennet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The movies are about Darcy, but the book is all about Elizabeth. I don't think there's ever been a character as perfect as Ms. Bennet. My favorite quality among many is that she had a razor-sharp wit and knew when to use it. Her story and struggles and actions are timeless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who are some of your fictional girl crushes that have inspired you through the years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-3131715112387769210?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/3131715112387769210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=3131715112387769210&amp;isPopup=true" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3131715112387769210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/3131715112387769210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/if-girl-looks-swell-when-she-meets-you.html" title="&quot; If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?  Nobody.&quot; -Holden Caulfield" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbYJ5DqnKaI/AAAAAAAAA5c/pR5dVDmhwYA/s72-c/girl+crush+banner.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQXc8eCp7ImA9WxVVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-8246808892460309060</id><published>2009-03-09T06:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:00:00.970-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-09T06:00:00.970-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girl Crush Week" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Joss Whedon" /><title>"A feminist is a woman who does not allow anyone to think in her place." -Michele Le Deouff</title><content type="html">As yesterday was International Women's Day, I thought it'd be the perfect time to kick off Girl Crush Week 2009. Check it, I even made myself a banner and everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbSoyicKx9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/qmVY1bUO15o/s1600-h/girl+crush+banner.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbSoyicKx9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/qmVY1bUO15o/s400/girl+crush+banner.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(That, my friends, is the magic of MS Paint.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The definition of a girl crush is "1.) A sense of admiration and respect for another female. 2.) Wanting to be a girl's BFF based on her rocking actions, style, and all-around awesomeness." &lt;/div&gt;I'm hoping to cover such topics as why I'm a feminist, current girl crushes (both fictional and non-fictional), and some other cool stuff. It should be fun and different and may very well be the most important thing I do on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm starting things off with this speech from Joss Whedon for Equality Now. It's totally powerful and I can't recommend that you watch it strongly enough. Also, it has Meryl Streep!&lt;br /&gt;
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The cold open has Pam turning down the new phone guy, because those phones would do 95% of her job. She can't even hold the position of "best-candy-putter-outer" because a vending machine could do that. Ah yes, but would they look as cute while doing so? I submit not. Jim jumps to the rescue as Michael Scott (a role he's rather good at--see "Halloween") and they all go into a bizarro Fonzie routine. "What was that?" "That was funny." Yeah...not really.&lt;br /&gt;
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*theme song*&lt;br /&gt;
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The huge blood drive van announces that there's a blood drive at the office. You know, just in case you missed out on the title. It is the first Valentine's for Jim and Pam as an engaged couple and the first for Michael without Holly. It's okay, Michael. It's out first without her, too. It's really hard for the office to be around JAM and their general sexiness...so sexy it's hostile. (Did anyone else salute to themselves while saying "General Sexiness"? Just me then? Okay.) This is a very Kevin-centric episode--he's sans Stacey. Actually, it's a rather depressing holiday all around. Kelly's only getting love from her dentist, Oscar is no longer with Gil, Angela doesn't have anyone but her expensive cats, Dwight is getting over Ang, and Andy is off hot-air balloning and couples-massaging in Napa Valley. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbCw9h2j7KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/INyhLCOswDw/s1600-h/the+office+andy+honeymoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbCw9h2j7KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/INyhLCOswDw/s320/the+office+andy+honeymoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.angelaandy.com/thehoneymoon.shtml"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Michael and Kevin can't stand the sight of Jim and Pam being all lovey-dovey, so they ban them from the office and make Pam take her pretty flowers off the desk. Honestly, I didn't think they were being lovey-dovey enough if you catch my drift and I think you do. The DM singles' crew talks about their worst break-ups in the conference room. It's a good moment, albeit very awkward. The most revealing part is that Angela has had two men duel over her...twice. (Their names? John Mark and John David.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michael heads down to the blood van to do some donating and I've clearly been watching too much &lt;i&gt;Buffy&lt;/i&gt; because I think to myself, "Man, it's a really good thing they're doing this during the day." The blood waitress (loved that) starts to draw blood and the girl around the corner starts to chatter. She's nice, pretty, and giggles at Michael's jokes. Michael gets in a few good cracks about being a juice box of Hawaiin Blood Punch, Type Ooooocean Spray. This is a handy reminder of why people like Michael upon first impression--he has the ability be very funny. Too bad Michael hadn't eaten for three days because he passes out and never gets her name. He does, however, get her glove. (Side note: The first time I gave blood, I got really light-headed when I looked at the bag. His wooziness is a Real Thing.)&lt;br /&gt;
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The company party gets extended to a full office park mixer. Dwight starts to hit on an Angela-type, only to find out that she uses a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of paper. (“So where does a woman as charming as yourself find herself employed on a day such as today?") Kevin meets this really sweet lady and almost ruins his chances by talking about Stacey too much. He redeems himself at the last moment and they swap emails. Yay! It's nice to see him win one. Michael plays "Cupid's Sparrow" for a while and tries to hook up Meredith with some guy by talking about her recent hysterectomy. Dude...it's been five years. Get over it.. Glove Girl never shows up, but seeing the office support him through that particular hurdle added a nice emotional component.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yeah...the B-plot involving Jim &amp;amp; Pam and Phyllis &amp;amp; Bob Vance was completely unremarkable. They go out to dinner and tease each other in that half-awkward double date fashion and then Phyllis &amp;amp; Bob Vance disappear right before the food arrives. I liked the banter and the reaction to Phlob's whereabouts, but it wasn't terribly interesting or creative. Also, kind of icky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Other bits and pieces I liked...Dwight's hatred of the man who invented seat belts for messing with natural selection and his ability to retract certain body parts into himself. Jim saying that you only get engaged once, present company excluded. Michael's end voice-over about princesses and Cinderella (and by the same token, Kelly clasping her hands to her heart and cheering that Michael's situation was "just like a modern-day &lt;i&gt;Enchanted!&lt;/i&gt;"). Oh, and the tag with Creed stealing the blood was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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All around, it was a solid episode, but was it sweeps-worthy? I'm gonna have to say no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-1268521692779071530?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/1268521692779071530/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=1268521692779071530&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/1268521692779071530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/1268521692779071530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/office-recap-blood-drive.html" title="Office Recap, &quot;Blood Drive&quot;" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SbCw9h2j7KI/AAAAAAAAA5M/INyhLCOswDw/s72-c/the+office+andy+honeymoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQXc7cSp7ImA9WxVVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-4140501608989707000</id><published>2009-03-05T16:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:30:00.909-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-05T16:30:00.909-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Proselytizers of Pop" /><title>PoP, Edition 16</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Heroes Vol. 1&lt;/em&gt; by Ward Child&lt;br /&gt;
In what happens to be a very awesome concept, 16 classic performers were asked which bands they'd like to represent them on this charity compilation. Some of the covers make complete sense (The Kooks covering The Kinks' "Victoria), some sound great in theory but not so much in execution (Franz Ferdinand doing a rather weak version of Blondie's "Call Me"), and some are delightfully transcendant (like Estelle singing "Superstition" and Rufus Wainwright with Brian Wilson's "Wonderful"). It's a fun album with a great cause, so you can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Feather in the Wind&lt;/em&gt; by Mindy Gledhill&lt;br /&gt;
If you've been following the Nie Nie Recovery at all, then you're surely familiar with the name of Mindy Gledhill. Her efforts in helping with the recovery and her honest lyrics prove that she is a lovely person both inside and out. All of the songs on this, her sophomore album, are impressively&amp;nbsp;self-penned, save for a gorgeous cover of Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides Now." Her ardent voice has the same breathy quality that makes Imogen Heap so loveable. Give her a listen at her &lt;a href="http://www.mindygledhill.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;get purchase information&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mindygledhill"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, because you will not regret it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Television&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Buffy The Vampire Slayer&lt;/em&gt;, Seasons Two and Three&lt;br /&gt;
Joss Whedon is a cruel, cruel master. &lt;br /&gt;
There are so many reasons why people&amp;nbsp;dislike his work. Characters that you know and love die ALL the time. The characters you love to hate often triumph and let's not forget the characters that are so truly hateable and annoying that you can't stand it when they're on screen. The plots sometimes sound hackneyed and situations often fall on the side of completely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;
And yet. &lt;br /&gt;
He has gained his loyal following fair and square because the good parts are so good that the rest is inconsequential. Those very same character deaths carry such an emotional impact. The hateable characters are not always the villains and they&amp;nbsp;are really very fun to hate. Cliches are avoided all together and the storylines are so awesome and original and well-played that you don't need to worry about the ridiculous part. Also, let's not forget that the dude's freaking hilarious. Season Three tends to get more of the critical acclaim, but I'd take Season Two any day of the week. And as much as I love the Buffster, it's the rest of the cast that charms me and keeps me coming back for more. (Oz is completely charming and I adore Xander when the writers are good to him. Giles? Yes and please and often. Cordelia is, so far, absolutely hilarious. Mayor Wilkins--best villain EVER.) &lt;br /&gt;
I could talk about this forever, so I'm just gonna wrap it up by saying that the main draw of Buffy is the sheer display of humanity (and feminism)&amp;nbsp;that's portrayed through the fight against evil and the struggle of teenagehood. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tongan Ninja &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't usually review old movies, but I'm going to have to make an exception for this 2002 release. My dad borrowed it from a co-worker, after excitedly telling us kids about "this band called Flight of the Condors. I think you'll like them."&amp;nbsp;Us kids: "Wait, what? We quote them constantly. Also, it's Conchords."&amp;nbsp;Starring Sam Manu and Jemaine Clement,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Tongan Ninja&lt;/em&gt; is this Aussie parody of kung-fu movies and once you figure out that it's &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be a paroday, it's super funny.&amp;nbsp;These guys filmed it in English and then dubbed over it AGAIN in English just to get that Japanese-dubbed effect.&amp;nbsp;The dialogue is either painfully on-the-nose or smartly sarcastic and the action scenes are AWESOME, like when Tongan Ninja actually kicks a guy's head off. There are three songs written by&amp;nbsp;Bret and Jemaine&amp;nbsp;of &lt;em&gt;FotC&lt;/em&gt; fame and those are the best part. Below is the video to the opening credits musical number, although I was a fan of Nunchuck Lover. ("You crush his head in/And you're crushing on me/Ooh, Nunchuck Lover") I don't think it's readily available, but it's worth searching out, especially if you're a hardcore fan of Jemaine and Bret.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The fact that it's finally March&lt;br /&gt;
3. Brown sugar pop-tarts&lt;br /&gt;
4. New episodes of &lt;em&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;HIMYM&lt;/em&gt; tonight!&lt;br /&gt;
5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bluthcompany.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://arrestedstills.tumblr.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-4529359982148185947?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/4529359982148185947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=4529359982148185947&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4529359982148185947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4529359982148185947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/03/grace-day-eight.html" title="Grace, Day Eight" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBRH08eCp7ImA9WxVWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-5924335649451331449</id><published>2009-02-26T13:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:04:15.370-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T16:04:15.370-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mission" /><title>28 Days Before</title><content type="html">So, um, remember how I'm going on a &lt;a href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/01/one-where-i-make-my-really-big.html"&gt;mission&lt;/a&gt;? Today's the one-month mark of when I leave. (&lt;em&gt;Edit: I wrote this last night, so technically it was one month yesterday&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Excuse me while I freak out for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's so strange because now I really have to face up to the fact that I am indeed leaving. Everything's turned into a series of lasts. I think to myself, "Oh, this is the last time I'll probably ever wear this shirt." "What if this is the last time I ever hear that cd?" "Maybe I won't see this person again for the next 19 months. Or maybe for the rest of my life! Actually, I'd be okay with that."&lt;br /&gt;
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And I haven't been blogging about it much because there isn't much to say yet. I've been packing and shopping and doing some studying and that's about it. One of the hardest things so far is the shopping. It absolutely kills me to be at the stores when all their cute new sping lines come out and I have to be all, "Oh, I'll just be over here looking for ANOTHER black skirt and maybe a blazer and if I'm lucky, a button-down shirt that I won't have to iron!"&lt;br /&gt;
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There are times when I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; sure about what I'm going off to do. And yet, there are moments when I think about the scary parts and then I wonder if I can't just take a year and a half off to travel Europe. I'd read all of the past Pulizter prize winners for fiction and then watch the complete series of &lt;i&gt;The Wire&lt;/i&gt;. I'd also learn Italian and write the Great American Spec Script.&amp;nbsp;I try not to think about this too much because it's too unrealistically tempting. But I don't regret my choice at all. I don't even think it's crossed my mind to regret it because I am positive that this is the right thing for me. The BFF told me tonight that she could tell I'd entered into full-on "missionary mode" which I assume is like changing from a regular kid into an Animorph.&lt;br /&gt;
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So even though I wonder how my life might be different if I hadn't gone, I also wonder how my life is going to change for the better once I'm out there. Except more posts in the upcoming month about things like what I'm going to miss (Harry Potter 6, for starters--I don't think I'll &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; be able to forgive the person that switched the release date) and what I'll actually be doing in Vancouver and how to keep in touch with me, etcetera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-5924335649451331449?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/5924335649451331449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=5924335649451331449&amp;isPopup=true" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5924335649451331449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/5924335649451331449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/02/28-days-before.html" title="28 Days Before" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQHg-eSp7ImA9WxVWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-648987998781638400</id><published>2009-02-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:26:41.651-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-24T20:26:41.651-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I heart the internet" /><title>Happies</title><content type="html">I've totally slacked on my Grace In Small Things posts. I'm not going to let myself feel bad about it because I think that kind of defeats the purpose. Instead, here's a longer list of some things that make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Honeydew with lime&lt;br /&gt;
2. Staying up late &lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Baby shoes&lt;br /&gt;
5. Planet Unicorn&lt;br /&gt;
6. New music from Neko Case&lt;br /&gt;
7. Everyone always talks about Oregon Trail, but do you guys remember Amazon Trail? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Amy Adams&lt;br /&gt;
9. Taking walks outside&lt;br /&gt;
10. Pigtails&lt;br /&gt;
11. Amazon Free Shipping...&lt;br /&gt;
12. ...and an excuse to buy &lt;i&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/i&gt; so you can reach $25 in your cart&lt;br /&gt;
13. &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/battlestar_galactica/deadlock.php"&gt;Jacob's TWOP recaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
14. Bubble wrap&lt;br /&gt;
15. The scriptures&lt;br /&gt;
16. Thinking about Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;
17. Reaching my &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/gretchasketch/status/1245531823"&gt;twitterversary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
18. Strawberries with balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;
19. Dorothy Parker quotes&lt;br /&gt;
20. The cheese-fest that is the Mormon version of Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;
21. &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-kitty-kitty.html"&gt;Hello Kitty cake pops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
22. Watching everything slowly turn green again&lt;br /&gt;
23. Friend requests&lt;br /&gt;
24. Shirtless David Boreanaz &lt;br /&gt;
25. The smell of a department store shoe section&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-648987998781638400?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/648987998781638400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=648987998781638400&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/648987998781638400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/648987998781638400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/02/happies.html" title="Happies" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcEQXg7fyp7ImA9WxVWEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671898941887638642.post-4383380663527147018</id><published>2009-02-20T05:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:30:00.607-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-20T05:30:00.607-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Annie Leibovitz ain't got nothing on me" /><title>Seriously, who goes to TWO art shows on vacation?</title><content type="html">As I mentioned, I spent a few days in balmy St. George, Utah earlier this week. And like any good blogger, there are pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ47v_BOZMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OI63C6aTI-0/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ47v_BOZMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OI63C6aTI-0/s400/IMG_1322.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the St. George tabernacle. There's a spiral staircase inside with a warning sign that reads "CAUTION: Steep, historic stairs." 'Cause, you know, those historic stairs will get you every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ4-ONi7DaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/va305ZeIU1M/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ4-ONi7DaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/va305ZeIU1M/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my best "I am giving a solemn and important speech, so listen up, losers" face. At the very top of the shot, you can see a bit of the All-Seeing Eye. It's actually carved into the wall, which is a bit unnerving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ4_0lRXEyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/BtXXwyKtrcc/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ4_0lRXEyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/BtXXwyKtrcc/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;We ate at an old-fashioned soda shop for lunch. Their soup was awful, but their soda bottle selection was enviable. I picked out this bottle of orange soda because whooooo loves orange soda? I love orange soda! (Also, Kel.) Plus, I adored the simple label design. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5C-XxfrtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rg4ZRBIa_7M/s1600-h/IMG_1380a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5C-XxfrtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rg4ZRBIa_7M/s400/IMG_1380a.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was really, really good orange soda. (Note the t-shirt in mid-February. Glorious!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5EZZ42GYI/AAAAAAAAA30/lPijpQqS5bw/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5EZZ42GYI/AAAAAAAAA30/lPijpQqS5bw/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to an art show at this quaint little house and then we went to ANOTHER art show at the college. My nerdiness? It is inherited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5FNWrC7HI/AAAAAAAAA38/fhLQbDnjro8/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5FNWrC7HI/AAAAAAAAA38/fhLQbDnjro8/s400/IMG_1422.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5F2kkDinI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3YVLIUEQPuY/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5F2kkDinI/AAAAAAAAA4E/3YVLIUEQPuY/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after...NOM NOM NOM.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I CAN has cheezburger kthx! (Srsly, enough with the LOLspeak.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, just to clarify, I did not actually put away two burgers/fries. Half of that was my dad's. Except I totally ate at In-N-Out for lunch again the next day. They just announced that they're building an In-N-Out right by where I live and it is a Big Deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5No76R5vI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vF-Mc4_TptU/s1600-h/IMG_1435a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5No76R5vI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vF-Mc4_TptU/s400/IMG_1435a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I could take pictures of the Southern Utah landscape ALL DAY LONG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5OUxrX6iI/AAAAAAAAA40/2FZIVKHXGjs/s1600-h/IMG_1444a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5OUxrX6iI/AAAAAAAAA40/2FZIVKHXGjs/s400/IMG_1444a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5I_mqXiEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FcufFT_sPKY/s1600-h/IMG_1444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; Get a load of those clouds. Could they *be* any more stunning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5KMOHMiWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ug17ckT5uNA/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5MwuY2veI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jjLQps6HVVc/s1600-h/IMG_1437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ5MwuY2veI/AAAAAAAAA4k/jjLQps6HVVc/s400/IMG_1437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more for good measure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for indulging my photo habit. You guys are the bestest. And it's Friday, so I can say sappy things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671898941887638642-4383380663527147018?l=www.gretchenalice.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/feeds/4383380663527147018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8671898941887638642&amp;postID=4383380663527147018&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4383380663527147018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8671898941887638642/posts/default/4383380663527147018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.gretchenalice.com/2009/02/seriously-who-goes-to-two-art-shows-on.html" title="Seriously, who goes to TWO art shows on vacation?" /><author><name>Gretchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516604934534972395</uri><email>gretchenalice@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13915241760166944781" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-4kIJCjlwU/SZ47v_BOZMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OI63C6aTI-0/s72-c/IMG_1322.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></entry></feed>
