<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:28:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the charm of five thirty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7991522871117238055</id><published>2009-04-29T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:34:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I started and finished two and a half papers between last night and this morning. Oh boy am I pumped.  Sadly, I still have an eight page paper to complete and a few journal entrees to finish by tomorrow morning. That eight-pager is going to kill me. I haven't even thought about what I'm going to write for it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is dress up day.  I have two presentations that I really don't give a crap about. Apathy feels really good right now. I can't believe I just thought that thought. The high school version of myself would have gotten up on a soapbox about that kind of statement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see Lucy last Saturday.  I like her. She barely fusses, but when she does, you just have to talk to her a little and she gets really quiet just to listen.  I could learn a thing or two from her, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have let my brain wonder a little bit today. I have some ideas for wedding invitations, but they mean that I'll probably have to start making them now to get them done in time to send them out next year. Yeah right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7991522871117238055?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7991522871117238055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7991522871117238055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/04/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8138056863485843190</id><published>2009-04-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:52:08.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>I have (if you pretend that today is not happening) two more weeks until summer vacation. mmph. There is just so much to do in between now and then, but I don't really want to talk about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do want to talk about is everything that is going to happen after that. I am determined not to waste a second this summer.  I have a list of about 40 books to read.  I'm hopefully going to be working 40 hours a weeks at the computer labs so I'll get plenty of time to spend reading.  I've already started in on my list... Which isn't good because now, I have a choice between reading a good book and working on my projects for class. I seem to choose "book" more often than not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver last week.  She's the same author who wrote Poisonwood Bible, which I have not read, but probably will now.  I loved the book.  It is about three characters all living in a small town in the Appalachian mountains. It gave me an awful craving for trees and summer and honeysuckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I'm reading My name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok.  It is about an Orthodox Jewish boy with a gift for drawing.  It has been painfully easy for me to identify with the main character, but I haven't been able to put it down.  This book might rate high on my list when I'm finished with it. I got it at the library, but I don't think I would mind owning it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking a photography class next semester, so my plan for this summer is to practice with my camera a bit and get used to using it again.  I regret letting the hobby go after I got out of high school.  I'm not a very bold photographer, but hopefully I'll get enough practice this summer so I can go into class with a little bit of confidence.  I'm going to force myself to carry the thing around with me every where, despite my fears of people thinking I'm a fake who only takes pictures of her pets to post them on Facebook. Yes I really do fear that judgement... ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Kevin and I went to take a look at the place I'm going to be living next year.  It is a cute little one bedroom duplex in the Village.  The kitchen and bedroom could use a little work, but I love the living room, and can't wait to have a refrigerator that is all my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SfBjTnAzwwI/AAAAAAAAAos/0QTMTH16_g4/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327867547720336130" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SfBjv77G0aI/AAAAAAAAAo0/OzJefZMKlC0/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327868034369900962" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SfBkJa4l9xI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VEqifElCpSE/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327868472177587986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8138056863485843190?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8138056863485843190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8138056863485843190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SfBjTnAzwwI/AAAAAAAAAos/0QTMTH16_g4/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-9092800371917707529</id><published>2009-04-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:28:19.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, my darling new niece, Lucy Jo Fay gave my sister and brother-in-law quite a day.  "Little" Lucy weighed in at nearly 11 pounds!  No wonder Cara's belly was bigger than when she was pregnant with Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I took off to meet her yesterday afternoon.  I wasn't able to go and see Sam until he was four days old, so I was pretty happy to have the chance to see Lucy when she was brand new.  She has chunky legs and a teddy bear face, and she was so tired from all the work it took to be born that she just slept in my arms the whole time I had her.  We'll see what kind of personality develops, but I have high hopes.  Cara thinks that she got the nose that my mom and I are so lucky to sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange because I'm used to being around busy little Sam.  Even Kevin's niece is starting to be pretty active.  I forgot how tiny and sleepy newborns tended to be.  Kevin was nervous about holding her, but she just wanted to cuddle up.  I'm looking forward to when she gets wiggly and a little more interactive, but I like being around her now, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture are Kevin, Lucy and I together. Don't mind Kevin's black eye. He got hit with a Frisbee a few weeks ago. Poor guy. I loved when Lucy put her little hand on my chest- just a tiny little baby hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SdPoBhzQTAI/AAAAAAAAAms/qTXPKnxfoFk/s1600-h/100_2560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SdPoBhzQTAI/AAAAAAAAAms/qTXPKnxfoFk/s320/100_2560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319850697805548546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kevin and I are celebrating our second anniversary.  I feel really lucky to have some one that has been my best friend for such a long time.  Two years just doesn't seem like enough.  I can't wait to collect more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how Kevin plans on celebrating.  This week is a pretty busy week for him, but before I left for work, he told me to wear something kind of fancy-ish.  We'll see what he's up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-9092800371917707529?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/9092800371917707529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/9092800371917707529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/04/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SdPoBhzQTAI/AAAAAAAAAms/qTXPKnxfoFk/s72-c/100_2560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1256613026854549263</id><published>2009-03-20T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:51:51.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I can't wait for any more.</title><content type='html'>1. Yesterday, Kevin and I went to Lowe's to get gardening supplies.  Yes yes... that was fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; everything.  However, my favorite part of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; trip was the walk to the check out counter.  We had to pass the paint aisle, and I may have spend 15 minutes picking out paint chips that I thought we great.  Now all I need is a new house to paint.  Just a few more months... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carl and Carolyn had a baby on Monday.  I want to go and see him this weekend.  I also want to go and see my new niece/ nephew when they get here in a few weeks.  Babies are everywhere, and I'm starting to love it.&lt;br /&gt; Side note:  I like babies and everything, but ten-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are a different story.  Some random kid pinched me for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day.  ten year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are definitely something I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wait for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going back to gardening, We are doing a lot of container gardening this summer due to all of the moving that will be happening.  Kevin is in charge of most of the veggies, but he has allowed me to use a few of our pots to grow flowers.  I'm picked out seed to grow cosmos, morning glories, and daisies.  they are going to be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. School is out in just a month and a half.  I'm not quite to the point of burn out, but I feel it coming.  I should be writing a paper about legal prostitution right now. Or studying for a test. Or looking up forums on line for parents with teens. Or writing journals on alternative news sources. Or studying for that other test. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recruiting&lt;/span&gt; participants for a focus group.  Or coming up with a location to present another paper that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; start soon. Instead, I'm watching The Office online, and writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It is almost shorts weather. We had a few days this week where it was appropriate to be less clothed than normal.  I have yet to actually wear shorts because my legs are "Ultra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Premium&lt;/span&gt; Dove White" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;according&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Val spar&lt;/span&gt; paint chip sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I gave Milo a hair cut yesterday.  He looks cute... but he looks like a dog... not a puppy.  I miss shaggy Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Our friends, Johnathan and Jeanette were supposed to come and visit this weekend.  Our plans fell through, but it makes me even more motivated to arrange a weekend with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Every time I call my mom, she busy doing something to her house.  It is going to look so different the next time we go down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zionsville&lt;/span&gt; to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ellen is probably going to Portland Oregon this summer.  I'm so jealous.  Sadly, I probably won't be able to visit, but I'm looking forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; cooking with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I've made it my goal to start using my camera again.  It is a nice one, so it is silly that I never take it out of it's bag.  I hope to sign up for a digital photography class in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1256613026854549263?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1256613026854549263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1256613026854549263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-things-i-cant-wait-for-any-more.html' title='10 things I can&apos;t wait for any more.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8666652637812872509</id><published>2009-03-16T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:57:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morel Hunting</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is officially over. It was a pretty great week, I guess. My parents are moved into their new home. It's a nice house, and I think they both have a lot of good ideas on how to improve it. The backyard it the best part. It's huge, and it has a great little area for a lot of gardening, and a swing set that reminds me of the swing set Cara and I used to have. It will be fun watching Sam and any other future grandchildren my parents have play back there. I think Milo and Moses will love it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked early in the morning on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, So I didn't get to sleep in too much, but I was able to nap a lot and read a bit (less than I had intended... sad). I'm glad summer is almost here. I feel like I have some major reading that I want to do, but school just seems to get in the way of that. If you have any suggestions for me, I'm all ears. Oh also, for those married people out there, Kevin and I are looking for a... pre-marriage preparation book that we can read together. I've look on Amazon a little, but most of them don't have any customer reviews, so I have no idea what is actually good. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kevin and I went to Greencastle with his dad to hunt mushrooms. We went to a few places that Kevin's dad called the "deep woods," but we weren't convince that we were really that deep. It was quiet, though. We were looking for black morels, but I guess it was just a little too early for them. We found exactly zero mushrooms, but we did manage to dig up a sassafras root. Kevin and I are going to make tea with it later today. It smells so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work in the computer lab this morning. All of the hiking from yesterday left me a little sore and waking up wasn't that easy, but I would consider it a pretty successful Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Carolyn might be having a baby today. She went in bright (actually it was still dark) and early this morning. They are keeping a blog updated with new events, and I have a feeling that my day will mostly consist of clicking the refresh button on that Web site. Oh, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8666652637812872509?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8666652637812872509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8666652637812872509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/03/morel-hunting.html' title='Morel Hunting'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7588155683702571594</id><published>2009-02-28T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:17:52.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I'm going to write on here, but I haven't actually posted anything in a long time, so I thought I should give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new niece/ nephew in a few weeks. My current nephew is entertaining, and I'm just not sure if his cuteness can even be matched.  I've already warned my sister that it may be hard for me to not play favorites.  We'll see if this new kid proves me wrong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sold their house.  Next weekend I'm going to Indianapolis to help them move. It was a strange thought when I realized that I'm going to have to look up directions to my parent's home on map quest the next time I go to visit them.  They have been living in that house since I was three years old, so it is odd to imagine them anywhere else.  They did a great job turning the house into a really wonderful space to live in, so I'm looking forward to see what kinds of things they come up with in a new space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving, my roommate and I just realized that our lease is up at our house in two months. I have really loved living in this house, but the thought of moving is exciting.  I'll love living in a house that is all mine when August roles around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord for next year is Kevin's boss, so I'm (mostly) going to be able to paint and do whatever I want to the place.  If it is a good living situation, Kevin and I plan to stay in it after we are married, so I'd like to really make it our own.  I honestly don't remember what it actually looks like.  Jack (the landlord/boss)  showed it to me while he was in between making deliveries for the restaurant, so it was a quick walk through.  I remember that it is small and cozy, and I remember this random tiled counter top that would be a great place to put Moses' food bowl, but other than that, I just know I really loved it.  I wish I could remember more so I could start prep-planning things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I have been spending a lot of time at the Heorot (a local bar in downtown Muncie) in the past 6 months.  They have an ungodly amount of beer in that place, and their challenge is to drink 100 different kinds of beer in 6 months.  Kevin and I decided on a whim to try it, even though we didn't like many beers when we started.  We finished of final beers last Sunday evening.  It was such a wonderful night, with a lot of our favorite Heorot buddies there to witness.  Hopefully in a few weeks they'll get our names put up on the bar for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals are healthy. Moses just turned 2ish!  We think she's officially out of her teenage angst phase because she likes cuddling with us again.  Whew... I don't know if I could even handle a real teenager.  Milo is getting old, too.  Every time I look at him, he seems like he has less and less puppy in him.  He's staying with our friend Tim this summer (who will be able train him much better than we can).  I'm hoping (without really talking to Kevin about any of this)  to get another kitten after the summer is over.  If any one comes across and orange male kitten, let me know.  I'd love to get a bigger cat, to contrast Moses' tininess, and to handle Milo's abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... Most of my classes are good, the others are boring and repetitive.  I'm almost finished with my Sociology major, but I still have a year to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going well, I guess. I don't know how it couldn't, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding planning is non-existent.  During the first few months of being engaged, I could stop thinking about it.  Now, I have realized that my wedding is over a year away, and I just don't really care to worry about it.  We'll probably look at locations this summer but until then, I'm just enjoying being engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7588155683702571594?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7588155683702571594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7588155683702571594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-3605797215434791175</id><published>2009-02-16T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:02:05.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's survey</title><content type='html'>This is a few days late for Valentine's day. but Shel had this up on her blog, and I liked it, and I haven't posted a blog in awhile.  Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. What are your middle names?&lt;/span&gt; Marie and Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. How long have you been together?&lt;/span&gt; Well... We've known each other for almost two years. We have been together a little bit here and there since that point. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3. Do you have any children together?&lt;/span&gt; Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4. What about pets?&lt;/span&gt; Moses the cat and Milo the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5. Did you go to the same school?&lt;/span&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6. Are you from the same hometown?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7. Do you live in the same town now?&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8. Who is the smartest?&lt;/span&gt; Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9. Who is the most sensitive?&lt;/span&gt; Sensitive to what?  Probably me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10. Where is the first place you went to eat as a couple?&lt;/span&gt; China Express probably.  He made me eat lo mein and white rice together.  It is now my favorite meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11. Do you wear matching clothes?&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure we could wear each other's clothes fairly easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12. Where is the furthest you have traveled as a couple? Indianapolis? or Maybe Greencastle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13. Who has the craziest ex[es]? Him.  I don't have enough exes to have any crazy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14. Who has the worst temper?&lt;/span&gt; Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15. Who does the cooking?&lt;/span&gt; Mostly me, but he makes a mean fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16. Who's more social? Usually him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17. Who is the neat freak?&lt;/span&gt; usually me, but when he gets in the mood to clean, he's hard to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18. Who is the most affectionate?&lt;/span&gt; I think we are equally affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19. Who is the most stubborn?&lt;/span&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21. Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/span&gt; By choice? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22. Where was your first date?&lt;/span&gt; Kevin's House.  We made spaghetti and climbed a tree and took a walk and watched 10 Things I Hate About You. It was the best date ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23. Who said "I Love You" first?&lt;/span&gt; Kevin did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24. How did you spend your 1st year anniversary?&lt;/span&gt; I don't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25. Who has the bigger family?&lt;/span&gt; I don't really know, and I'm not going to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26. Who is younger? Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;27. Who is the life of the party?&lt;/span&gt; Neither of us. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;28. Who do you hope your kids turn out more like?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family?&lt;/span&gt; We don't wear pants yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;30. What's your favorite thing to do together?&lt;/span&gt; Going to the Heorot... or doing a crossword puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;31. Do you have the same political views?&lt;/span&gt; Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;32. Who has the most stuff?&lt;/span&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33. Who controls the remote?&lt;/span&gt; We don't even have a remote. We're old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;34. Who does the driving? Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;35. Who takes out the garbage? Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;36. Who does the cleaning?&lt;/span&gt; He's the dish doer, I keep the rest of the house picked up, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;37. Who does the laundry?&lt;/span&gt; I guess we both do at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;38. Who is the funniest?&lt;/span&gt; Me.  or Him.  I don't know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-3605797215434791175?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3605797215434791175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3605797215434791175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-survey.html' title='Valentine&apos;s survey'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7100603727081058777</id><published>2009-01-31T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:40:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to live in Athens... Ohio.</title><content type='html'>The other night Kevin and I went out for drinks with some new friends.  One of the girls we were hanging out with just moved from Ohio to Muncie for graduate school in dietetics.  She raved all night about the town she live in - Athens, Ohio.  Both Kevin and I took some interest in her ramblings because it is 1. A college town, 2. Fairly liberal for being in the Midwest, 3. Close enough to our families, but far enough away to seem like an adventure, and 4. A town with high community involvement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to the next morning. Kevin had to go in to meet his undergraduate biology advisor to make a plan for his next few semesters.  He declared a focus in botany, which his advisor had a lot to say about.  Apparently, he is the head of the biology department here, and got his PhD in botany. Where did he get his PhD, you ask? Oh, that would be Ohio University in Athens, Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This town and this college have very quickly become topics of interest for us both.  Right now, there are a lot of things that are up in the air for us as far as plans for the future go. And when it comes time for Kevin to decide on schools for graduate studies, we'll definitely want to go where it is best for us. However, right  now it is fun to daydream about Athens, Ohio.  I don't know if we'll actually end up going there, but the thought of it all has gotten me thinking about possible future occurrences.  I'm looking forward to whatever happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7100603727081058777?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7100603727081058777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7100603727081058777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/id-like-to-live-in-athens-ohio.html' title='I&apos;d like to live in Athens... Ohio.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-2893910699808771571</id><published>2009-01-20T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:06:54.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great sick day</title><content type='html'>Sadly, I woke up this morning with the beginning signs of the flu.  Not so sadly, I was able to see the inaugural address online while I was laying in bed.  Here are some of my favorite parts of Barack Obama's Speech.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;"The nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our GDP, but on the reach of our prosperity, on the ability to extend opportunity to every wiling heart; not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;"America is a friend of each nation, and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity... Your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy... To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-2893910699808771571?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2893910699808771571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2893910699808771571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-sick-day.html' title='a great sick day'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-4564453075487510578</id><published>2009-01-16T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:38:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story from my childhood.</title><content type='html'>The past couple of day have reminded me of a horror story I wrote when I was little.  I'll do my best to re-tell it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from school one day when I saw a little baby bird that froze to death, and way laying in the middle of the sidewalk.  Seeing it made me so sad and I started to cry. It was so cold out that day that my tears froze, and my eyeballs froze, and I died right next to the baby bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, my sister was taking the same path home from school.  She saw the baby bird, and she saw me.  It made her so sad, and she starting crying. It was so cold out that day that her tears froze, and her eyeballs froze, and she died right next to the baby bird, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was waiting for us at home, but when she started to worry when we didn't come home. So she took the path that we always took between school and home. She saw the baby bird, she saw my sister, and she saw me. It made her so sad, and she started crying. It was so cold out that day that her tears froze, and her eyeballs froze, and she died right next to the baby bird, my sister, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad got home from work that night he was surprised to find an empty house. He wondered what had happened to us, and he decided to take the path to school to check to see if we were there. He saw the baby bird, he saw my mom, he saw my sister, and he saw me. It made him so sad, but he never cries, so he didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really... I'm going to go get started on all of that reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-4564453075487510578?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4564453075487510578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4564453075487510578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-from-my-childhood.html' title='A story from my childhood.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8268568471208113337</id><published>2009-01-16T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:37:17.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination isn't going to work.</title><content type='html'>I have about 250 pages of reading to do for this weekend. 200 of those pages are from one class. I'm trying to come up with good excuses in my head for why I don't need to read all of these pages, but I think I am out of luck. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about what would happen if I allowed this to pile up any more than it already has. Thank you, Week One, for thoroughly kicking my butt. Week Two- "You have no power over me!" (bonus points if you can name that movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/06/jim-laheys-potato-pizza/"&gt;potato pizza&lt;/a&gt; for dinner last night. I didn't get a very clear verdict from Kevin, but I thought it was delicious. And what was even more delicious was the fact that I had all of the ingredients available in my kitchen. I love it when that happens. Kevin and I have plans during the summer to go an entire month of eating nothing but pizza. We decided that It was probably the most versatile of all dishes, and we are convinced that we won't get tired of it. If you have any good/ different (preferably both good AND different) pizza recipes, tell me about them. I want to start putting a notebook of recipes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about fifteen bazillion friends who are pregnant right now or recently had children. I'm really not kidding. Congratulations to Cara, Shel, Kirby, Darcy, Kendra, Carolyn, Bria, and Whitney. And welcome to the world Chloe, Oliver, Aaron, and Dominic. I think we are in the middle of another baby boom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8268568471208113337?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8268568471208113337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8268568471208113337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/procrastination-isnt-going-to-work.html' title='procrastination isn&apos;t going to work.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-2958752532897666871</id><published>2009-01-15T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:12:07.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brr</title><content type='html'>The high today is zero degrees in Muncie, Indiana... in case you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-2958752532897666871?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2958752532897666871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2958752532897666871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/brr.html' title='brr'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8083101282711244763</id><published>2009-01-13T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:46:44.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first week back.</title><content type='html'>-My Business Communication professor told us that she was reading the Twilight series.  I cannot believe that an educator with a PhD would 1.) waste their time with those books, and 2.) claim that they were "good reads." However, the most ironic part of this story is that we are not allowed to wear hats in her class because (and yes I did write down her exact quote because it amused me so much),  "This is a business class, and wearing hats in an environment where you are learning to be professional and to exemplify higher education, hats just don't seem to fit in." Barf.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a professor that I kind of had my freshman year.  I actually dropped his class back then after the first day because he made me so angry.  Now, I think I kind of like him.  I think it is funny how much we change in our college years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I may have no real free time during the days.  however my nights and weekend are wide open and I am way happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My car broke down. Twice.  It was fun. I have to go pick it up tomorrow.  I hope it works this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8083101282711244763?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8083101282711244763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8083101282711244763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-week-back.html' title='first week back.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-356512072271121796</id><published>2008-12-30T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:19:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>purging</title><content type='html'>Kevin and I just made it back to Muncie.  It is nice to be home, but it was lovely to be able to spend lots of time with both of our families.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am cleaning out my house.  I know that are at least five condiment containers that have exceeded their expiration date, hundreds of pieces of paper with information on them that I no longer need or want, drawers and closets that need to be reorganized, and old clothes that wish to be donated to Goodwill.  Things tend to accumulate over the semester, and I finally have the time to attend to the disaster area.  My goal is to be done before January 1st, so that I can start off the new year clean and tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin wants to sell some things on Craig's List as well.  I'm wondering if it wouldn't be better if we just waited and tried having a yard sale in the spring, but I don't see how trying to get rid of a few things before then could hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really I'm just writing this blog to avoid the disaster of a closet that I have.  A few months ago Moses knocked all of my hanging clothes, and most of the items on the shelves off while trying to get up to the top shelf were I kept excess cat food.  Today is the day that I finally clean it up. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-356512072271121796?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/356512072271121796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/356512072271121796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/12/purging.html' title='purging'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-3153319323081165981</id><published>2008-12-23T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:30:40.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things.</title><content type='html'>-sam (my not quite two-year-old nephew) has a tradition of giving every one kisses before he goes to bed.  i guess while he has been living out in kansas, his kisses have been a little bit more selective, so i didn't expect him to be quite so willing to give them out to kevin.  during his rounds to every one before bed last night, he came up to me to give me a kiss, taking his pacifier out of his mouth because he knew that i would not accept such a barrier to our bed time kiss. them i said, "go give kevin a kiss!" and he ran right over to him and planted a big wet one on his cheek.  it was so wonderful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we are out of bedrooms at my parents house, so i had to sleep on the couch last night.  milo slept in kevin's room with him, but we figured moses could be trusted to roam the house last night.  even though she could have gone anywhere and done anything, she still chose to cuddle up with me on the tiny little couch and sleep.  i think she must like me or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my brother-in-law kory, kevin, and i played scrabble last night.  at one point, i only had to use one letter (the letter "a") and it gave me forty-two points on the board. i still lost the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sleeping on the couch has it's benefits.  although i was woken up by my mom quite early, she was cooking, and my nose was filled with delicious smells immediately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-kevin has a stocking over my family's fire place now. it was the first thing i noticed when i waked in the door, and it was lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-3153319323081165981?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3153319323081165981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3153319323081165981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-things.html' title='the best things.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-3849180223478256425</id><published>2008-12-19T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:58:25.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here you go, ellen.</title><content type='html'>bah. this is not going to be a happy post.  this week was finals week. i was finished with tests by wednesday morning, and finished with everything by wednesday night.  i thought i had a pretty easy finals week.  but today has absolutely kicked my butt, and it isn't even 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working in four different computer labs today.  since i won't be able to work next week, i picked up a lot of hours to make up for the hours i will lose.  this morning i was at the business building lab from 8am-10am.  walking to the lab was awful.  it was raining ice, and it was too dark to see puddles that i needed to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had another shift at 10:00 across campus, and i was really hoping that whoever was going to take over for me would come early.  he didn't.  so i basically had to run as fast as i could to the other lab.  i got there a few minues late, which was not that big of a deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost immediately after i sat down though my boss called the lab saying, "the person that was supposed to cover the shift at northquad never showed up. jenna you need to go and cover for that person there." oy.  i have an hour break at noon (hopefully) and then i'll be working from 1-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am making kevin cook dinner. and i might just finish off the three beers i have in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read some happy stuff here:&lt;br /&gt;-i think i'm going to make the dean's list this semester.  both kevin and my father may be the only two people that care about this, but i think at least they are excited.&lt;br /&gt;-i read franny and zooey all the way through yesterday.  today i am reading nine stories.  it has been so nice.&lt;br /&gt;-milo learned a new trick.  i'm not going to tell you what it is because we want to impress our family members with it over break and i don't want to ruin the surprise.  but just trust me on this one- he is such a cute dog when he does it.&lt;br /&gt;-i think i'm going to go visit my fiance and eat delicious chinese food on my break today.  he'll probably be really busy at work, but i'll be happy to just see his face and stuff mine with lo mein.&lt;br /&gt;-i got paid.&lt;br /&gt;-someday i am going to work up the courage to bake &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/12/seven-layer-cookies/"&gt;these cookies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-3849180223478256425?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3849180223478256425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3849180223478256425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-you-go-ellen.html' title='here you go, ellen.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5548357841798156979</id><published>2008-12-04T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:27:05.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing all that new.</title><content type='html'>it is getting close to the end of the semester. which means I no longer can procrastinate. sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my sister.  it was weird not seeing her over thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss ellen.  she's coming over to cook with me tonight.  we are making 44 clove garlic soup and oatmeal coconut cookies. we didn't get to cook together last week because of the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cut my hair a little.  the scissors are a temptation every time i look at them. i just could resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my conflict and communications professor told me that i was very good at handling conflict today in my final.  and not in the, "must pay every one a generic compliment" kind of way. she gave us a conflict scenario between two people, and we had to pick a partner, and work through the conflict. i think she was genuinely pleased with how i handled myself.  it made me feel really good.  i guess i might be picking a good career for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found christmas ornaments at meijer that are the exact colors that i picked for the wedding.  i begged kevin to let me get them. it was fun to pick all of them out and look at them next to each other.  we didn't buy them, but i'm still tempted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we made a really delicious curry sauce yesterday for dinner.  1 cup of water, 1 tablespoon of curry powder, 1 teaspoon of cayenne, 2 tablespoons of sugar, and a dash of salt.  heat that all up, then add some corn starch to thicken it.  we poured it over rice.  it was sweet, and the spicy. we have an excess of curry powder, so we'll probably make it a lot in the coming days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5548357841798156979?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5548357841798156979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5548357841798156979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-all-that-new.html' title='nothing all that new.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-4500862604227031811</id><published>2008-11-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:06:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dreaming of a white thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>everyone looks positively alaskan today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discoveries: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to train moses or milo to sit on my feet for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vw golfs and icy roads do not love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and this lovely bit of in formation: &lt;a href="http://www.wthr.com/Global/story.asp?S=9387774"&gt;muncie indiana has no money&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm actually really enjoying the snow covered scenery.  it is happening a little earlier than normal, but i don't mind.  it is the holiday season after all.  i'm hoping that mother nature gets it all out of her system right around christmas time and decides to give us an early spring... in january.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-4500862604227031811?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4500862604227031811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4500862604227031811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dreaming-of-white-thanksgiving.html' title='i&apos;m dreaming of a white thanksgiving'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1190080456856051463</id><published>2008-11-16T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:59:45.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>socially awkward... and not the good kind, either.</title><content type='html'>i depended on a vending machine dinner, once again this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; evening.  i have a shift at the computer lab from six until midnight every week.  it is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway- tonight i was really enjoying my cheddar and sour cream ruffles a lot.  so much so, that i had a huge urge to rip open the empty bag and lick the inside clean... there was so much flavor to be had! alas... i am working.. in a public lab... in a very visible point of the room.  i am just not brave enough to be that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; tonight... so as i type this with one hand, i am slowly and sadly dropping the bag into the trash with my other hand.  goodbye deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i was taking a sip of my hot chocolate, and i missed my mouth, pouring it all down my chin... the best part was that i did it right as some one was walking into the lab looking right at me.  all i could do was giggle and apologize.  ugh. i don't think he really minded too much, but still. i would prefer to appear like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kind of cool or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kind of a really big nerd, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap... i just realized that i could have easily folded the chip bag up and saved it for later.  ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1190080456856051463?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1190080456856051463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1190080456856051463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/socially-awkward-and-not-good-kind.html' title='socially awkward... and not the good kind, either.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-2097340654456106936</id><published>2008-11-15T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:39:38.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my mom and i are discussing the possibility of making my wedding dress.  i have looked at pictures of a lot of dresses, and i just can't really seem to find one that either hasn't been worn by a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(shel, your dress was amazing... bah),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or has the style i am looking for. the idea of going to a bridal store and trying on dozens of dresses makes me cringe.  i am very against the idea of taking part in stressing over planning  everything, and i want to be able to look back on the day and have a lot of good memories tucked into it... not reminders of all of the hectic dress fittings and negotiations with vendors.  so when it comes to finding the perfect dress, there is great appeal in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;spending time with my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; putting a pretty dress together. she is very weary, but i am not... that may be because i have very little experience or knowledge about sewing anything and she does, so she has a better idea of what making a wedding dress would entail... but i'm feeling optimistic about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to persuade her, i am looking at patterns and finding fabric samples that will give her a better idea of my ideas. i went to joann fabrics today and got a few different shades of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and a few different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; patterns.  it was really fun to hold two-inch strips of fabric up to my face and imagine what an entire dress of those fabrics would look like.  i have my favorites, but i'm looking forward to showing my mom and talking with her about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i found a how-to website that teaches how to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsylabs.blogspot.com/2007/03/dress-form-tutorial-want-to-make-exact.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dressmaker's form out of duck tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  i figured that that would be a useful tool to have on the occasions when my mom and i are not able to be in the same place to work on the dress.  plus, if i ever decide to take up sewing as a hobby then i would be able to make clothes for myself with out the awkward process of pinning fabric on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is so tempting to show kevin the fabric strips, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm going to try and resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. he hates surprises, but i think if i can wait to surprise him with this then he will be very pleased.  we'll see if i'm strong enough to keep it hidden.  in order to cope with not showing my best friend, i am basically showing every one else... so if you have a craving for looking at fabric samples, let me know- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can help you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-2097340654456106936?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2097340654456106936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2097340654456106936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/dress.html' title='the dress'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1533202692200564105</id><published>2008-11-10T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:43:30.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mr. nichols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i caved and bought the real simple wedding magazine yesterday.  it was just so lovely to flip through and i couldn't resist the urge to mark pages of ideas that i liked.  bah.  it is so fun getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;today is kevin's birthday.  after promising a delicious breakfast... and then failing to actually do it, i owe him one hell of an evening.  i hacked his facebook account, and posted that it was his birthday (that silly boy didn't have it up there), so now people can know, and make him feel facebook-loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i found (a.k.a. some one else found, and i'm taking the credit for it) this really cool personality quiz today.  i haven't had the time to do much reading about it so i have no idea about the science or method behind it. but based on the order in which you choose a series of colors, it describes for you what kind of stress you have, the kind of environment you crave, and what kind of challenges you face.  it was really interesting and mildly accurate for me.  you should &lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1533202692200564105?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1533202692200564105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1533202692200564105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-caved-and-bought-real-simple-wedding.html' title='happy birthday mr. nichols.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7884789172381990729</id><published>2008-11-04T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:48:19.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a bow at precinct twenty eight.</title><content type='html'>i went him this afternoon to vote. when i walked in, this little old man volunteer asked me if it was my first time voting.  i was 17 during the last election so i replied with a sheepish, yet proud, "yep."  all of the sudden he announced this news... to every one in the room.  they all were clapping and cheering... it was really embarrassing.  after i turned in my ballot, the little old man walked up to me and we chatted about the day.  he said that this was the most important election of my life.  i told him that i agreed. it was nice to share that with a stranger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barack got the very first vote of my life.  i'm happy to offer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7884789172381990729?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7884789172381990729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7884789172381990729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-bow-at-precinct-twenty-eight.html' title='taking a bow at precinct twenty eight.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-3132316157001309865</id><published>2008-11-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:32:46.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love and marriage.</title><content type='html'>want to know why i haven't posted anything new lately? wellll... basically i've been bursting at the seems, and needed to stay away before i declared things that i needn't declare yet.  now that the family members all know, i can finally post something...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kevin has asked me to marry him a few weeks ago, and i said yes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lala.  i'm so excited.  we are thinking of getting married in the spring or summer of 2010 after we graduate.  we are really happy to begin planing our wedding and our life together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have started a website for every one to keep an eye on our wedding plans.  there are other things on the website too, like a recipe index, and a blog about my new found ambition of getting in shape. the link to it all is on the side of this blog, but you can also just click right &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/jenna-and-kevin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. so far i only have a few of my random ideas for the ceremony, and pictures of the wedding party, but you can go take a look anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the summer of 2010 could not come soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-3132316157001309865?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3132316157001309865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3132316157001309865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-and-marriage.html' title='love and marriage.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8911232568706491031</id><published>2008-10-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:09:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this one is for kevin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SPvYbGHdjiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RIhhW2nRJZo/s320/al_St_Exupery02_La_Rose-723388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034949895163426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kevin bought a children's book called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the little prince &lt;/span&gt;a few weeks ago and read it to me yesterday.  it was such a good story.  there was this awesome chapter where a fox tries to get the little prince to tame him. he explained if they could learn to tame each other then the boy would not just be like one thousand other boys to the fox... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he would be special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. and the fox would not just be like one thousand other foxes to the boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; he would be specia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. the prince's reply to this explanation was, "i am beginning to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;there is a flower... i think she has tamed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all throughout the book, the prince talks about his rose from back home.  he loved his rose because he thought she was unique and special... no other flower like her.  when he finds a whole garden of roses he gets really sad because he sees that his rose is just like all of those roses. after he tames the fox he goes up to the bed of roses he found and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "...you are beautiful, but empty.  one could not die for you. to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose belongs to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: because it is she that i have watered; because it is she that i have put under the glass globe; because it is she that i have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that i have killed the caterpillars (except for two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that i have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes she said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because she is my rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;he knows so  much about love. and i want this to be read at my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8911232568706491031?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8911232568706491031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8911232568706491031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/kevin-bought-childrens-book-called.html' title='this one is for kevin.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SPvYbGHdjiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RIhhW2nRJZo/s72-c/al_St_Exupery02_La_Rose-723388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5327833255168091641</id><published>2008-10-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:42:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes about the morning (so far)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my elementary school cafeteria in the computer lab where i work.&lt;br /&gt;the girl i'm working with must be eating salisbury steak for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;her tupperware is opaque, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i'm only guessing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy just came into the lab to take a test.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed nice, so i assigned him to a computer that was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right in between two pretty girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sure&lt;/span&gt; how one would flirt&lt;/span&gt; with a stranger without speaking, while taking a test&lt;br /&gt;but i gave him a shot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they will invite me to their wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin is trying to get me to be into the nba.&lt;br /&gt;i am giving it a fair shot.&lt;br /&gt;i did some reading about the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;portland trailblazers &lt;/span&gt;the other day.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they will be me team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is too warm out today to be wearing a sweater but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm doing it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i have worn this sweater &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;once already&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tell any one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am already planning to do a load of laundry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;just because that i want to wear it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the nice guy that came into to take a test just left.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't think&lt;/span&gt; any sparks flew.&lt;br /&gt;i might be a terrible matchmaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5327833255168091641?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5327833255168091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5327833255168091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/notes-about-morning-so-far.html' title='notes about the morning (so far)'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-271043889681099425</id><published>2008-10-13T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:24:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>actual air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when kevin and i first started dating, he used to read me poetry written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;david berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  his book is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. kevin lent his copy out, and i really missed it for a long time.  last weekend he went to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;silver jews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; show (that is david berman's band), and bought a new copy of the book... and got it signed.  it is technically kevin's book... but i'm hold it hostage.  i'm happy to have it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; here is one of the poems that kevin used to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;woo me&lt;/span&gt; a year and a half ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;a web of sewer pipe, and wire connects each house to the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;in 206 a dog sleeps by the stove where a small gas leak causes him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;to have visions; visions that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;rooted in nothing but ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;next door, a man who has decided to buy a car part by part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;excitedly unpacks a wheel and an ashtray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;he arranges them every which way. it's really beginning to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;out the garage window he sees a group of ugly children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;enter the forest.  their mouths look like coin slots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;a neighbor plays keyboard in a local cover band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;preparing for an engagement at the high school prom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;they pack their equipment in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;last night the played the police academy ball and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;the officers slow-danced with target range silhouettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;this year the theme for prom is the tetragrammaton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;a yellow corsair sails through the disco parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and swaying palms presage the lot of young libertines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;inside the car a young lady wears a corsage of bullet-size rodents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;her date, the handsome cornerback, stretched his talons over the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;molded steering wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;they park and walk into the lush starlit gardens behind the disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;just as the band is striking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;their keen eyes and ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; twitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;. the other couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;look beautiful tonight. they stroll around listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;to the brilliant conversation. the passionate speeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;clouds drift across the silverware. there is a red larkspur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;blue gum, and ivy.  a boy kneels before his date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and the moon, i forgot to mention the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-271043889681099425?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/271043889681099425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/271043889681099425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/actual-air.html' title='actual air.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7778295850331352355</id><published>2008-10-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:05:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what i cooked this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ellen came over on thursday to help me use more of my pumpkin stash.  we made really good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pumpkin muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and shared them around a camp fire for house church.  i found the recipe for them on a blog called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;smitten kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and i have fallen in love with it.  the food isn't all vegetarian friendly, but i have begun to recognize how to adapt recipes to make the veg-safe.   there is a link to the blog on the left hand side of my own blog... but here is a direct link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/10/promise-keeper-pumpkin-eater/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pumpkin muffin recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i still have about two cups of pumpkin in my freezer and a small pumpkin sitting out on my porch... however, after all of the pumpkin food, and the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; pumpkin beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogfish.com/brewings/Seasonal_Beers/Punkin_Ale/3/index.htm"&gt;dogfish head punkin al&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogfish.com/brewings/Seasonal_Beers/Punkin_Ale/3/index.htm"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/45/74/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;post road pumpkin ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) that i had at the heorot on friday night, i think i am getting really tired of pumpkin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;in other news, kevin and i finally got the courage to start crate training milo.  last weekend, i went to visit my family, and had to leave milo in his crate for a few hours while we all went out.  it actually wasn't a disaster, so all week, we have been leaving him in his crate while we are away.  we have a bark collar for him, and it seems to keep him pretty calm... so right now, we are putting that on him when we put him in the crate... just so he can learn that when it is crate time, it time to be quiet and calm.  eventually we will phase out the bark collar.  he is so well behaved when he is in there... at first we basically had to stuff him in there, but now he walked right in with very little coaxing. i always hated the idea of leaving him in a cage, but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i see why crating is such a popular thing amongst dog owners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;.  it is so adorable to come home and find him fast asleep in there using cheetah (a stuffed animal backpack turned milo's favorite thing) as a pillow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;also, kevin convinced me to let him buy a halloween costume for milo... ugh... i never thought we would be one of those pet owners that puts clothing on our dog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;but we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;!  kevin found a bumble bee costume, and the minute we put him on it, milo was suddenly more adorable.  my roommate katie doesn't really like milo very often, but she said, "i like him more when he's wearing it."  we had a friend over the other day, and milo kept growling at him.  it was so great because he was wearing the costume, and kevin saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"what does a bumble bee say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;  and milo would respond with a very passionate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;  it sounded like a puppy version of a bee sound.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7778295850331352355?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7778295850331352355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7778295850331352355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what-i-cooked-this-time.html' title='guess what i cooked this time.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1725153957282284763</id><published>2008-10-09T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:42:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mooore pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pumpkin soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 large onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 or 4 large cloves of garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 cups of veggie broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 cups of pumpkin cooked and mashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 (14 oz.) can of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;coconut milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;salt, turmeric, cumin, curry powder, and season salt... and maybe a little bit of cayenne if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:in a large pot, through in garlic, onion and e.v.o.o. and a little bit of salt and pepper. heat until onions are soft, and starting to turn brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:add pumpkin, coconut milk, and veggie broth into the pot and stir in the spices... you can add what ever kind of spice you want really... just keep tasting it until it the spices satisfy you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:serve when hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this was so easy.  it took maybe 15 minutes to make.  it would have been great to have an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=99280&amp;amp;PartnerID=FROOGLE&amp;amp;BannerID=PD677"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;immersion blender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for this soup to make the pumpkin really smooth... but oh well.  my guests didn't seem to mind the weird stringy pumpkin stuff in their spoons... i chose to use a lot of indian spices, so with the combo of those and the coconut milk, it tastes very much like a curry.  kevin suggested adding some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to complete the illusion. i doubled the recipe when i made it because i wanted leftovers.   i got the coconut milk at wild oats grocery store a long time ago... i have no idea if coconut milk is something easy to find or not... but it is certainly worth the search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i paired the soup with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;roasted red potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that i just tossed with a few spices, e.v.o.o., butter and lemon juice before putting them in the oven.  bake at 375 degrees for about an hour (covered only for the first twenty minutes.)  it was a really good fall meal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jordan and jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; brought over a chocolate chip pie for desert.  it was a perfect meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1725153957282284763?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1725153957282284763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1725153957282284763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/mooore-pumpkin.html' title='mooore pumpkin'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8372540722565012448</id><published>2008-10-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:01:21.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin recipes galore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i went to the pumpkin patch with my family last weekend and got a big pumpkin... i thought about carving a face into and calling it a day... but after i excavated the seeds, i started feeling really motivated.... so i cut it all up, froze half of it, and cooked the other half of it.  i was left with about 5 cups of pumpkin mush.. what to do what to do.  we yesterday i did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pumpkin gnocchi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gnocchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 1/2 cups of pumpkin cooked and mashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lots of flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 taspoon of nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon of cinnimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon of salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sauce: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lots of extra virgin olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a tablespoon or two of tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 hot chile peppers chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;salt to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:combine the pumpkin, flour, and spice.  start with one cup of flour. the recipe i found called of one cup... but i think i ended up using three... it should have a smooth but sticky consistency that can be rolled into a ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: separate the dough into five or six pieces, and roll each section into a long snake.  cut the snaky dough into small bite size pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: bring a large pot of water to a boil, and drop the pieces into the water. you'll know they are finished when they float to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:for the sauce, just combine all of the ingredients into a large pan, and heat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:after the gnocchi are removed from the water, put them into the pan with the sauce. coat the with the sauce and let the cook in the pan for just a few minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this was really good.  they have kind of a dumpling sort of feel to them.  if you are the kind of person that insists on exact measurements... then i can't really help you... but they turn out fine with out exact measurements. they were really filling, and i think a perfect fall meal.  they re-heat in the microwave very well, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and then today i'm did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pumpkin empanadas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4 cups of flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 cup of sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon of baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 1/3 cup of veggie shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 cup of milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;filling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 cups of pumpkin, cooked and mashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/2 cup of brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon of  cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon of nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:combine flour, sugar and baking powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:cut in veggie shortening until the dough looks like corn meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:pour milk over the dough, and mix in  until everything is coated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;use your hands to roll the dough into a ball, then wrap it in plastic wrap and refrigerate for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:for the filling all you have to do is mix all of the ingredients together. pretty simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:roll the dough out until it is about 1/8 of an inch thick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:the recipe i found said to cut the dough into 4 inch circles... i may or may not do that... if i do, i'll probably just use the lid from my sugar canister.  i may decide to use a smaller cookie cutter to make mini-empanadas... we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:after to cut the dough into circles, place the filling on each. don't over fill.  fold the circles in half over the filling and press down along the edges  to seal.  you can paint the edges with a little egg white to ensure sealage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:bake at 350 degrees for about 8-10 minutes, or until light golden brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i think the best part was the crust. it was just really flakey and light.   i have no idea how to develop a pie crust, but i think that there is a chance this could be a perfect pie crust. i didn't add the teaspoon of salt to the filling, but looking back, i think that it would have made the flavors a bit more noticeable.  also, after they were done baking, i brushed some water on them and sprinkled sugar and cinnamon over the top. kevin and i have already started to dream up other possible fillings for these.   if you aren't much for baking, don't be scared of these... i'm not either... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8372540722565012448?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8372540722565012448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8372540722565012448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-recipes-galore.html' title='pumpkin recipes galore.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-2049411362070918742</id><published>2008-10-06T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:59:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then i found five dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you know in movies when the main character finds a bunch of money on the street, and there is always a huge dilemma about what he should do with it? ok maybe i'm thinking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hey arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... not a movie... but still, you know what i'm talking about.  should he turn it into the police and try to find it's owner? or should he keep it for himself? or should he donate it to charity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;well today i faced that same dilemma, and discovered something about myself.  i would choose to keep it.  this fortune must have been the consequence of karma because i had a choice to either walk home from class, or get a ride- i chose walk because i wanted to be good to the environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; and in return i got this load of cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  it was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;the possibilities for a five dollar bill are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-2049411362070918742?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2049411362070918742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2049411362070918742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-i-found-five-dollars.html' title='and then i found five dollars'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-6621317269886377430</id><published>2008-09-28T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:07:44.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to ride my new bicycle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SN_ikEEGhDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3UIEDBM1wnk/s1600-h/worldtraveler2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SN_ikEEGhDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3UIEDBM1wnk/s400/worldtraveler2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251164799731401778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i have a new bike. it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;fifteen dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. it is copper.  and it has hand breaks... which will take some getting used to.  but i like it very much. i think a bell and a few baskets for the back tire would suit it quite nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-6621317269886377430?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/6621317269886377430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/6621317269886377430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-new-bike.html' title='i like to ride my new bicycle.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SN_ikEEGhDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3UIEDBM1wnk/s72-c/worldtraveler2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-4112637557161351418</id><published>2008-09-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:29:41.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;my bike was stolen. kevin's bike got stolen too&lt;/span&gt;. i hadn't even had a chance to go outside this morning before kevin called asking if they were still in the front yard. yes, it was partially our fault for not locking them up. it was also partially their fault for being drunk and taking our bikes. kevin's bike was a pretty nice bike. it will be hard for him to find the money to replace it.  my bike was not that nice, but it had a custom paint job involving various sea creatures and an h.g. wells quote, so i was pretty attached to it.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you know, kevin and i have talked a lot about how we view people.  if kevin has taught me anything in the time that i have known him, it is that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;people are really capable of doing great things&lt;/span&gt; and they deserve our optimism. it is pretty important to both of us to try and see the best in people.  we like to believe that, in general, we can trust in people.  it was very dumb of us to not think to lock up our bikes, i am aware of this.  homecoming weekend tends to produce lots of big parties with drunk people who like to go on joy rides with unlocked bikes.  but when things like this happen it makes me really sad.  it is just a really awful example of how sometimes people make choices to hurt others.  perhaps this won't be a big deal a few years down the road... i mean... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a bicycle is just a material possession... &lt;/span&gt;but i hate the idea of not being able to trust people with such trivial things like material possessions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-4112637557161351418?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4112637557161351418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4112637557161351418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-homecoming-weekend.html' title='sad things'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5120371148778787944</id><published>2008-09-25T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:47:08.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm in this conflict resolution class right now.  i have been learning a lot about myself and the conflicts that i have with the people i spend time with. i was trying out a certain activity from the textbook, and i examined my relationship with my mom.  here are the things that i discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a lot of people get really defensive when they are in arguments.  they do what they can to protect themselves, even if it means hurting the other person. it isn't like they do it on purpose, but it is something that is really easy for most people to fall into.  i am certainly not exempt from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my mom, however, is so good about this.  i never really realized it before, but almost every argument that i have with her, while frustrating,  is very rarely centered around her.  she doesn't try to compete with me to win an argument, she doesn't make me feel like she can overpower me, and in the moments when she does slip a little, she is quick to go back and correct herself. she is so concerned with protect our relationship as mother and daughter, that she makes herself vulnerable to a lot of hurtful things.  i know this because i know that i have definitely hurt her on more than one occasion.  had i realized this quality in her sooner, i would have been able to appreciate all of the things my mom does to make me feel really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;never once has she made me feel like i wasn't worth something to her.  even when she gets mad at me, she protects me from feeling bad about myself.  she cares deeply for who i am, and  it feels really nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i cannot believe that i have been living with this person for 21 years, and have failed to recognize her greatness.  as a person who strives to become better at making people feel loved, i am very lucky to have such a great example as a mother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5120371148778787944?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5120371148778787944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5120371148778787944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom.html' title='my mom.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-3842346531685194755</id><published>2008-09-23T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:47:46.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call the fire department</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'ve been letting moses go outside for good portions of the day for awhile now.  i found her at camp, and i felt bad that i had turned her into an indoor cat... so i try and let her outside a lot more than i used to.  i have always wondered what she does all day... several of my neighbors have told me that they really like her... so i know she's made it to a lot of houses... but still... if i could attach a video camera to her some how to see what she gets into, it would be great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well, yesterday i found out one thing that she does. i was sitting in my living room play on my computer, when i heard this horrible meow come from the outside. it sounded too horrifying to be moses, but i ran outside to see what i could find.  i didn't see any cat... anywhere. i knew that she had to be close by, but i couldn't find her... then she made the sound again... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and i looked up and i found her. in my neighbor's tree.&lt;/span&gt;  not just her though... a few branches above her, there was another cat.  i think she decided to chase him up there... but was unable to find a way down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the other cat wanted to get down really badly, so he just jumped to the ground from his perch.  he was fine, but moses was certainly not as brave as was, so she just stayed where she was.  i tried coaxing her to lower branches with her dry food. then i tried coaxing her to lower branched with a can of beef and gravy. it was no good. katie said at one point, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"oh no.. she's clumsy!"&lt;/span&gt; i was so scared for her. luckily kevin spotted a tall ladder in the neighbor's shed, so he grabbed it and climbed us the tree.  she was able to climb a little bit lower, and she crawled right to him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the neighbors came home right as kevin was climbing down. we told them what happened, and thanked them for the ladder. all they did was laugh and say, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;we saw her up on your roof once... &lt;/span&gt; ohhh moses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that cat...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-3842346531685194755?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3842346531685194755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/3842346531685194755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-letting-moses-go-outside-for.html' title='call the fire department'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8773610046516313737</id><published>2008-09-07T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:28:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when i was little, my grandpa and grandma on my mom's side owned a little trailer that was on a pond.  we called it a lake... but it was a pond.  the trailer had a gigantic porch and a fire pit up the hill and a dining room table that i turned into a fort and slept under almost every time i was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there was this feeling that the mornings gave me when i was there. the smell of sap filled my entire nose, and it was always cold in the morning. the good kind of cold. then on morning after it had rained, i liked listening to the drip from the gutter against the plastic siding of the trailer.  we had an early bird, and i liked to look at the clock first thing when he woke me up.  he's awake at 4:32 this morning. 3:56. 4:04. 2:44.  i didn't mind like every one else that he was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i never felt rushed when i was there.  besides the morning wake up call from the early bird, i never looked at the clock.  lunch came when we were hungry, grandpa and uncle doug would fish forever, mom would go on thousands of walks, grandma would get stuck in the fold out couch, cara and i would find a toad under the deck, grandpa would cook his fish.. they were always blue gill, and we would sit around the fire pit to watch that evening's wood burn down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was just... easy to be there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and this morning reminds me of it.  i'm enjoying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8773610046516313737?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8773610046516313737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8773610046516313737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/drip-drip-drip-drip-drip.html' title='drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5718338837424145073</id><published>2008-09-04T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:54:48.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; am the sort of person you can get to know over a facebook profile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i used to call it, "uncomplicated," but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i call it, "transparent."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have trouble keeping friends, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i don't know why.  it is easy to stop caring about some one after awhile. it is not that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm not loyal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm actually one of the most loyal people you will ever meet.  it is just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i can't handle distance.  once you start stepping back from me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am unable to bring you back. it is like my heart has really short arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i consider this a major personality flaw.  you should know about it if you are going to be friends with me.  it is one of those things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i try to hide from people... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i guess putting it up on my blog makes it not so hidden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am way too emotional for my own good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i allow little things to bother me, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am truely working on this, but you should not invest yourself in me if you would like me to not be this way.  call me in thirty years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i might have it sorted out by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i pretend all of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i pretend to listen, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am not a good listener.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i pretend that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have my head on straight, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i pretend that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i like to read a lot, but the truth is,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i would rather sit on my butt all day long watching grey's anatomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i pretend to talk about God, but lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have only been able to talk about him in a theoretical sense. no one has really noticed this change though...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i don't feel him anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am beginning to feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i just have been making him up.  maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have only ever talked about him in a theoretical sense.  maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i've always been faking it.  the mind is very powerful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm sure that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i would be able to convince myself of almost anything if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i really wanted it to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am angry all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am most angry at my family.  not because they deserve it.  they are good people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i just don't feel apart of them... or anyone...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i know that it is me that is driving every one away, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i didn't think it would be this easy to drive my family away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i know in my head that they are always there for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm glad they are there... but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i don't feel like any one is... here.  and even though it is my own fault....  my own illusion that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have convinced myself to believe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i still feel angry toward them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i loved kevin.  despite every one's warnings against him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i still saw him as some one who was worth being invested in.  he was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i was not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am a coward.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am sorry to every one that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have hurt by writing this in a blog instead of saying it to your face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i know that you are going to forgive me for hurting you, and worry about me.  please understand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am not doing this to be dramatic... maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am.... but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am mostly doing this because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i cannot bring myself to be honest about these things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i won't become a better person until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i can be honest with the people that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i think this has to be the first step... it is terrible that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i am only capable of doing in a blog...  but it is what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i have to offer you at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5718338837424145073?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5718338837424145073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5718338837424145073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-me.html' title='about me:'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8216174336101426317</id><published>2008-09-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:23:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dog shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; living in the tree in my backyard that wants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; to die.  every time my dog leaves the safety of my house to... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... do his thing... every step he takes is closely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; by a falling acorn from above.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; has a barking problem.. especially when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squirrels&lt;/span&gt;... but seriously... this little rodent hates my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night, i brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; in from the backyard, and he was walking really strangely.. his right front paw was bothering him, but he wasn't limping on it like it hurt... he was just... very interesting in his own paw.  he stretched it out and laid it flat on the ground.  then he attempted to sniff it... but his leg is too long, so it turned into a funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; dance full of bowing and rolling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt; to the rescue.   i picked him up to look at his paw, but couldn't figure what his problem was... then i looked at the bottom of his foot.  wrapped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; around one of the pads on his paw was a broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;acorn&lt;/span&gt;.  it took a lot of prying to get to to come off.  it was seriously the perfect fit.  a shoe salesman would have been proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8216174336101426317?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8216174336101426317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8216174336101426317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/09/dog-shoes.html' title='dog shoes'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5296984314682808098</id><published>2008-08-25T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:25:16.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back home again in nq 208</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you would think that the sociology department thought that there was only one class room on ball state's campus.  i am certain that 90% of my sociology classes over the past few years have all been in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;north quadrangle, room 208. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i don't even look to see where my classes are anymore... i just assume that if the class title starts with "soc" then it is in that room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what i love even more about this room is that, every one always sits in the same place. i have gotten to the point that i am recognizing at least half of the people in my classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sarah fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; always sits in the far corner or the front row, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;jason leist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is usually late, but finds a way to the very middle of the class room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;kenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sits in the back corner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;adam minich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sits a few rows in from the door near the back, as do i, the socially awkward kid named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sits in the front row near the door...  i could continue... but it is becoming monotonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think the new freshman are amazing. a girl stopped me in the hallway and asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"what building am i in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  i wanted to hug her.  i am certain that i looked the same way when i was a freshman.  that look of pure and utter fear, feeling completely overwhelmed by surrounding, not to mention the amount of people that are passing by.... nope. never mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i still appear that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kevin is back in school.  he took a year off, and i'm sure that a lot of people didn't believe him when he said things like, "i'm going back in the fall."  but, rest assured, he is back in school as we speak.  i am very proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my landlord fixed my house.  i have no idea what is going to happen to the wall, but it has not gotten worse... in fact... i think that the water stain is disappearing.  tomorrow a guy is coming to fix the air conditioner and my landlord is going to clean the basement floor, and then we will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am forty-five minutes away from starting my first job. i wasn't supposed to start until tomorrow, but some one needed a shift covered, and i picked it up.  i'll be at the computer lab until one in the morning, but i've got a book and an entire room full of computers to keep me occupied.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;katie has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;senioritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  i kind of forgot that that happens to you in college, too.  i am glad that i am still enjoying college, though... i do believe that i was ready to graduate from high school when i was a sophomore, so i think i am doing much better.  in class today, all of my professors asked those stupid questions like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"what do you plan on doing with your major?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; my future career plans are kind of dull, so it isn't even fun to talk about with people. i mean... don't get me wrong. i'm going to love my job, but no one else really cares about human resources, so its much more interesting to just be in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i aspire to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;star gazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; at some point this week.  i'm keeping my eyes peeled for a clear night.  if any one reading this wants to go, talk to me.  i need star gazing buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5296984314682808098?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5296984314682808098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5296984314682808098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-home-again-in-nq-208.html' title='back home again in nq 208'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8608170526948361995</id><published>2008-08-22T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:01:13.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school's in... nearly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have internet at my house now. it is such a luxury to sit on my couch and blog. paying for it will be interesting, but i'll manage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i got a job at the computer labs on campus. all of my shifts are in one lab, and its the testing lab. the instructors and professors who are too lazy to grade their own exams post them up on a special website, and to take these tests, students have to come to my lab and sign in, and take it while i'm looking over their shoulder.  my job will consist of signing people in and out, walking around the room every once in awhile to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;spot the cheaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, cleaning the computers once a week, and doing my homework in the meantime.  i've been told that it is the easiest, most laid-back job on campus... which is why i pursued it. i'm pretty excited about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i kind of had forgotten what muncie was like with students in it. the freshman started moving in this past wednesday, and the entire campus was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buzzing&lt;/span&gt;. i'll be glad to get back into classes, and see familiar faces and all, but i really likes the quiet nights i spent on campus this summer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the freshman are all adorable and all skinny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my roommate attributes that to the freshman fifteen weight gain that has yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  i like listening to their conversations with their parents.  "where do i go to get a parking pass?" "oh i'm sure you can go to your dorm and ask for one. they seem to have plenty of parking in front of your building." it's cute, really. i remember feeling so out of place when i first arrived two years ago.  my first night in my dorm room was so intimidating. my roommate hadn't arrived yet, so i just sat in my room and watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forrest gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. since then, the movie has become a sort-of safety blanket for me. anyway... poor freshmen... i just want to hold their hands and tell them that they'll get through it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've really enjoyed this last week, though.  i went to the heorot and mo's with kevin and his roommate joe a few times already.  those boys are fun.  joe and i were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; sitting in corners making fun of the people dancing with glow sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and kevin hardly likes the taste of any alcohol, so drinking with him is fun, purely because of the faces he makes when he does drink. plus i have yet to buy a drink for myself. i'm glad kevin makes good tips at work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe i could get away with setting out a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tip jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in the computer lab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8608170526948361995?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8608170526948361995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8608170526948361995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-in-nearly.html' title='school&apos;s in... nearly.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-2115451104541524483</id><published>2008-08-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:01:02.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh just a few more minutes, sweetie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was never ever one of those kids who disliked going to the dentist.  my dentist is really nice, and there was always a disney movie playing, and every one had really fun scrubs with things like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strawberry shortcake&lt;/span&gt; or my little ponies on them.  plus i always got a prize and a sticker every time for being such a good little patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i still go to the same dentist... i am twenty one years old and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;still go to the same dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... except now, instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/span&gt; playing, its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finding nemo&lt;/span&gt; followed by an interview by the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jonas brothers&lt;/span&gt;... and instead of a sticker and a prize, i get hit on by sixteen year old boys who are there to get their braces colors changed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;besides all of the awful social awkwardness, i also had to get two cavities filled.  laying back for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;an hour and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; with my mouth wide open feeling the drill despite two rounds of novocain isn't exactly what i call a thrill.  in the end, they told me that my tooth is too sensitive to work on, and i have to go back in a month. i growled at them all at an inaudible volume... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway... i think i should find a new dentist.. one that doesn't mind giving out stickers to twenty-one year olds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-2115451104541524483?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2115451104541524483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/2115451104541524483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-just-few-more-minutes-sweetie.html' title='oh just a few more minutes, sweetie.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1346915824868231673</id><published>2008-07-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:38:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good and bad thangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i finished summer school two weeks ago... real school doesn't start until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;august twenty-fifth&lt;/span&gt;.  awesome, right? i am in the process of finding a job on campus, but no one is listing jobs yet... i have nothing to do.  i'm going through &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; movies like there is no tomorrow.  and i never thought i would ever get tired of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;arrested development&lt;/span&gt;... but i may at this rate.  poor milo has been spoiled because i'm with him all day long. i don't know how is is going to handle being left alone again for parts of the day when i start school.  i'm reading three books right now, which sounds like a lot but actually, i'm just unable to focus on any of them so its going to take me a long time to finish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so you know how when we are all bogged down with homework, and we keep on saying that we would all love to just write a top forty song, and live on the royalties for the rest of our lives... well... let me tell you something... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you may just be bored out of your mind&lt;/span&gt;... put that on the con list of that particular career move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1346915824868231673?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1346915824868231673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1346915824868231673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-and-bad-thangs.html' title='good and bad thangs'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-5558941279568108249</id><published>2008-07-27T05:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:23:10.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just looked at the good ole' camp lakeview website, and they have put up the new staff picture... the new staff picture that i'm not in.  sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was thinking about my days as a junior counselor yesterday.  if i learned anything from being a junior counselor it was how to mop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  after rainy days, john dobrinski would have us mop all of the porches around the dining hall.  i hated being on porch duty after a good rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway, i was reminded of all of that when i made the decision to clean my basement. let me describe the place to you.  the old air conditioning pipes are still there and they are insulated by about a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;foot of foam all the way around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.. so in order to walk around the basement, you have to stoop under these padded pipes.  i have 22 bags of shredded paper that were collected for a prank that never happened. they were basically soak through from the mysterious water that comes out of no where.  the pipe that carries all of the water from the sinks in the house is broken, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the water basically spills on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; also, the washer isn't hooked up to any kind of drainage pipe, so all of that water from that spills on the ground, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here is a nice hole in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that all the water eventually drains into. the dryer had a piece missing for awhile, so all of the lint that wasn't collected in the trap was spewed out on to the wall behind it. my dog likes to sneak down there and poop in the corners where i don't notice until the piles become the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;same moldy blue color as the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.... speaking of the floor...  i found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mushrooms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;growing on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;needless to say, my cleaning aspirations were long over due.  i'm going to call my landlord and find out about a dehumidifier, but in the mean time, i have lots of mopping and washing to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i may wear my old junior counselors t-shirts and pretend like i'm scared that karen is going to catch me doing something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, just to bring back some memories.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-5558941279568108249?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5558941279568108249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/5558941279568108249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/homes.html' title='homes'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-4264576223632513873</id><published>2008-07-18T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:40:09.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SICQxMYkS9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jsdbq7M7xyU/s1600-h/Photo+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SICQxMYkS9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jsdbq7M7xyU/s200/Photo+112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224334742562032594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i made a new friend yesterday.  a stray springer spaniel came bounding into my yard yesterday. he was really sweet.  after a little bit of debating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; kevin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i took him to the animal shelter, only to find his owner looking for him a few hours later.  apparently, they live a block or so away, and he gets out a lot.  his name it ali, and i told him that he could run to my yard any day.  i want a dog like this one of these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;almost killed a squirre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;l on my bicycle this morning.  it ran out in front of me, and i swerved and crashed to avoid it, and my bike landed on top of him. i think he was okay because he looked at me like he was very offended than scrambled up the nearest tree. and found a nut to chew.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have one more final left.  i'll be glad to have a little bit of a break finally.  i have no idea how i'm going to fill the up coming month... i'm going to michigan for a week, and i have a wedding to attend at the beginning of august... but other than that, i guess i'll have a lot of time to job hunt.  ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the past two nights i have been staying up late playing several rounds of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(the board game).  tonight, i will probably do the same, then at midnight i'm going out with a few people to drink a beer at the herot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;one beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... that is it.  then after that i'm going to go home, go to sleep, then wake up extra early so i can go to camp.  i have a few pets and a boy to drop off at various places before i get to camp... but after that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; it'll be time to parrrtay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. i'm going to oliver winery with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;laura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and a few other camp friends.  after that we are going to drink illegally on the dock.  i feel only slightly foolish that i'm going to camp lakeview for my twenty-first birthday... but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;carl frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; made me feel better when he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" yeah, because taking twenty-one shots is sooo much cooler." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then it will be off to holland michigan.  i have no idea what is going to happen there.  but it will be fun, regardless.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-4264576223632513873?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4264576223632513873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/4264576223632513873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-friend.html' title='new friend'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SICQxMYkS9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/jsdbq7M7xyU/s72-c/Photo+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-8540634431819233145</id><published>2008-07-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:40:57.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capital idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my instructor pushed back the due date for that paper until friday. so i read all but the last twenty pages of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catcher and the rye.&lt;/span&gt;  it was good. holden caulfield told someone they were a gentleman and a scholar. this made me compare him to michael scott from the office for the rest of the book.  they are kind of similar sometimes... i'm just saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so i feel like i need to explain the lack of capital letters with in my blogs.  please believe that i am sort-of  meticulous about proper grammar when typing, and it drives me crazy when people don't.  but, you know... i think lower case letters look better... it really is a simple as that i guess.  you will have to forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am slowing running out of food at my house.  i am doing this on purpose (don't worry mom) because i'm going to be gone for a week and don't want to let things go bad.  my diet today consists of the last of my eggs, black beans, garbanzo beans, and rice.  tomorrow i may whip out the lentils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i ran out of spaghetti noodles a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i had a dream last night that i found some tucked away in the corner of my pantry.  i forgot that it was a dream when i woke up and was severely disappointed when i remembered the truth.  i really love spaghetti... i was just think about all of the things i wanted to eat when i go up to michigan... the sad thing is, i kept looking for restaurants online that seemed like they would serve spaghetti.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-8540634431819233145?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8540634431819233145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/8540634431819233145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/capital-idea.html' title='capital idea.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-1071257478808914197</id><published>2008-07-14T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:09:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make me stop this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is the first time in ten weeks of summer classes that i have procrastinated big time.  i feel pretty good about my ability to focus that past couple of weeks... but this weekend was wildly unproductive.  tomorrow i have an eight page paper due.  i haven't started on it.  i haven't even looked at the syllabus for instructions on what to do for it. i told myself that i wouldn't start another book until i got this paper done, thinking that would minimize my distractions.  alas... i still have blogs to write, arrested development to watch, a garden to water, and food in my refrigerator that need to be eaten before friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the mail is here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-1071257478808914197?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1071257478808914197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/1071257478808914197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-me-stop-this.html' title='make me stop this'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-618757930945506332</id><published>2008-07-12T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:22:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hawt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have a standing rule in my house not turn on the air conditioning until the thermostat read at 85 degrees.  right now it says it is 83 degrees.  it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;freaking hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i went to the farmers market for the first time all summer.  prior to today, i was either not in town , or it was raining, so this was the first chance i had. i bought a watermelon.  a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;huge watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  the ride home on my bicycle was interesting.  i'm glad i had a basket for it.  cutting it was an adventure, and forced me to exert a little more energy that this current heat calls for.  but the results have been rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i finished reading another book.  it was good. murakami is definitely one of my favorite authors. i have no idea what i'm going to read next.  i tried starting a book called fast eddie, king of the bees... but it was either really boring, or the heat really got to me because i ended up taking a two hour accidental nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm turning 21 in a few days... it feels too old i think.  a few months ago when i heard my sister say she was 23, it felt so far away... but i feel like, once i hit 21, it won't feel as far away... that is a little unnerving...  i guess 21 is really the last birthday that you really feel excited about.  the rest of the rest of the milestone birthdays from here on out are only good for other people to make you feel bad about getting old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think the heat is making me more cynical than usual... sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-618757930945506332?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/618757930945506332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/618757930945506332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hawt.html' title='hawt'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-7252855447055545463</id><published>2008-07-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:32:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three point one four...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SHP3tpj3xLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1bpeAqIR-i4/s1600-h/517MEVV026L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SHP3tpj3xLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1bpeAqIR-i4/s200/517MEVV026L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220788756675019954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just finished reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life of pi&lt;/span&gt; by yann martel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. it is an incredible book. my sister has read the book as well, and i echo her words, "it was one of those books that i didn't want to end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the story itself is fictional, but there is a certain quality to pi's seclusion that seems familiar to me. the things we experience within ourselves cannot be understood by any one else, making us out to be castaways in a sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the plot is about a boy, a tiger, and the pacific ocean, but the book itself has very little to do with any of those things.  the boy's experience spoke of both a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;person's strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in survival, and at the same time the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;need for something beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one's self to sustain.  whether that sustaining outsider was the tiger or a hoard of flying fish, Allah, Jehovah, or Lord Krishna- pi would not have survived his journey.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lately the subject of God has been a difficult one for me.  i think every one, believer or not, goes through periods in their lives where doubt can be really overwhelming.  but reading this book has given me new strength. there has been something that has kept me alive, kept me going. i can remember specific (and rather recent) moments when God did not seem like a reality... and those moments also brought about a deep depression that i was unable to hide from.  in all reality, i should not have survived those moments... but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  and i'm beginning to see where God was in those moments.  he knew i didn't want him... that i couldn't face him. so he stood behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to know that i do not have to sustain myself.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; to know that God is as unavoidable as a 450 pound tiger in a life boat. it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; to know that while God is capable of overpowering me, that he sees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; in me and chooses to let me live. it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; to know that he doesn't mind being unseen or doubted or weak.  it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; to know that he is willing to stick around because he knows of my need for his companionship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am not saying that life of pi has brought me out of this season of doubt... maybe it has... but i only just finished the book, so i don't know...  what i'm saying is that even when i feel doubt in my heart, i don't need to worry.  yes, the reality of a God isn't exactly likely... the bible calls it faith for a reason. no one has ever been able to prove God to anyone but themselves.  but i think that what this book has taught me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is that God will appear in unlikely places, and doubt has no power over some one once he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway... you should read it for yourself.  in all in fictionality, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;utterly believable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-7252855447055545463?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7252855447055545463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/7252855447055545463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-point-one-four.html' title='three point one four...'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SHP3tpj3xLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1bpeAqIR-i4/s72-c/517MEVV026L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-37212441444430188</id><published>2008-07-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:20:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin's family got six pounds and seven ounces bigger last week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;chloe marcella trinidad perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; was born last monday, june 30th.  i took kevin down there to see her last wednesday.  kevin had a very similar reaction to her that i had to my nephew when i met him for the first time.  everything about her was soft and small, it is really hard to figure out how a person that small can even be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;real... he really couldn't stop poking at her.  she was pretty amazing, though... i can't blame him for wanting to know everything about her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SHKT3Dh8GLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VpQErfGv2fo/s200/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220397492125571250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;kevin also got a chance &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;to change his first diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.  his grandma had to help him, but between the two of them she was well taken care of.  his sister said that she normally cries when her diaper is changed, but little chloe didn't make a peep when kevin was changing her.  i think it was because she could tell how nervous he was and didn't want to make it harder for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;they are going to make a wonderful pair.  he is already daydreaming about reading books to her and taking her to the children's museum.  my ambitions for my own nephew are quite different.  while he will be busy teaching chloe all of the wonders of the world, i will be teaching sam how to hide his food under his plate so cara thinks he ate it all. cara, kory and sam moved back up to my parents place this past weekend as well.  after seeing chloe, i had a hankering for baby, so it was a good weekend to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;mr. sam pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; he's fourteen months now, and he's beginning to seem like a real person.  it was funny to watch him walk around the house... i think he is showing great potential to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;causer of mischief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.  he also really liked my cat moses, and she didn't mind him at all. once she even rubbed her nose and face on his hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;i have two weeks of classes left.  the projects are starting to pile up a little, but i am pretty motivated to do well... mainly because i think that taking only two classes at a time makes it too easy for me to get good grades, and if i don't that i will feel pretty ridiculous about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;having a second dog around the house has been interesting.  the first night was crazy, but milo and pepper have gotten quite used to each other now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; is really old,  so she hardly does anything but lay around or scratch her on the bottom of my couch.  i have discovered, however, that when one dog barks, the other one really like to join in.  normally they only do it when there is some one at the door, but a few times they do it for no reason at all.  other than those few moments of noise, i hardly notice her at all.  she is really well trained so i never have any messes to clean... well... no pepper messes... milo is a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;right now, instead of blogging, i ought to be  cleaning my house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ellen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;has been a great roommate this summer, and she even told me once that she found my messiness endearing.  i really shouldn't let that go to my head.  i'm off.  have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-37212441444430188?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/37212441444430188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/37212441444430188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-things.html' title='new things.'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SHKT3Dh8GLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VpQErfGv2fo/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044307608814747151.post-6784593854603110150</id><published>2008-06-30T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:17:09.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;milo is getting a new friend soon. a friend of mine is taking his family on vacation, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ut they are unable to take their dog with them... so i am pet sitting for a few weeks.  her name is pepper, and apparently, she hates dogs as much as milo does.  this could be an adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SGmCRQRXhkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q40WbvrIWb8/s200/bird10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217844876222629442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;een thinking of a lot of really good art projects that i want to do... i need to find a way of making my own window stickers... and i need to have enough money to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;uy a large piece of canvas.  i have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;een looking at pictures on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and am going to create a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt; is for..." montage... consisting of pictures of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ees, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;uttons,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;ombs,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;irds... etc.  my favorite picture is of a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;oy with no pants on (exposing his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;um only) holding a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;alloon.  there is no significance with the letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;... i just thought it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e fun to look at a lot of pictures all together... and the letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt; seems like it is a good way to connect them all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ecause of my connection with the the television show "the office," there will, of course, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e a "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ears, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;eets, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;attle star galactica," set of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think i know where i am going to live next year.  i found this really adorable little apartment complex that is kind of far away from campus, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ut it has so much space.  i am most excited about living there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ecause everything is so clean and new.  they don't really have any rules... i can't paint, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ut i can hang anything i want to on the walls... hence the new art ideas... it is a one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;edroom...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; side note: i am so so excited about living with katie this coming year. i loved living with her in the dorms, and i will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e guaranteed to see her more often when she moves into the house.  that is a major perk.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ut... i can't help being excited about having a place all my own... you know... it will be great to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e able to decide for myself how i want to decorate, and where i want to put things.  at this new apartment, there is a utility room, so i won't have to keep my dog in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;edroom when i leave... it will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e nice to leave the house without fear of having my things destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway... that is enough for a first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;log. moses is hoping for attention right now so i'm going to have to attend to her. ok &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8044307608814747151-6784593854603110150?l=dobovo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/6784593854603110150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8044307608814747151/posts/default/6784593854603110150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dobovo.blogspot.com/2008/06/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>dobovo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979846926772972720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SOESC01JraI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TLs8zrPe8y4/S220/facebook+photo'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Of3ZB-EtZSM/SGmCRQRXhkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q40WbvrIWb8/s72-c/bird10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
