<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875</id><updated>2009-11-05T08:40:44.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drammatical</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-7009224325775803013</id><published>2009-11-05T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:40:44.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fattass'/><title type='text'>normalcy</title><content type='html'>The babies came home on Monday evening. This is day three and we've already settled in. I must thank the awesome nurses in the NICU unit for doing such a great job with my babies and establishing a schedule for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is on vacation next week and it will be so nice to finally have all of us together without having to think of work. Also, I'm planning on attending a baby shower that I'm cohosting on Saturday so N will be alone for a bit... The babies are so good on their schedule that I have no worries. Neil on the other hand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling great, just short on sleep. Everyone says to sleep while they sleep but that's easier said than done. There's just so much to do. Also, I really can't wait till I get the okay to start running again. Yes, I want to run. Because I had an emergency c-sec I have to wait till I see my doctor in a few weeks. It's not about weight but just about the feeling I get when I run... well afterwards when I'm done. Honestly I think that I'm very close to my prepregnancy weight. My belly looks like it did before babies, a little round. ;-p Not like I was a small girl beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just enjoying our little babies and can't believe how much they've already grown and changed in these past two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-7009224325775803013?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/7009224325775803013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=7009224325775803013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7009224325775803013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7009224325775803013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/11/normalcy.html' title='normalcy'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-5062791074883278173</id><published>2009-10-27T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:31:52.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Babies are here!</title><content type='html'>I'll post official later, no time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all doing great. Babies need a few weeks in the NICU but they're doing awesome already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby A Girl - 3 lbs 14.5 oz and 17 inches &lt;br /&gt;Baby B Boy - 4 lbs 11 oz and 17 inches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-5062791074883278173?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/5062791074883278173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=5062791074883278173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5062791074883278173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5062791074883278173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/10/babies-are-here.html' title='Babies are here!'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-165322776776078425</id><published>2009-07-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:41:01.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>We leave to Ixtapa in 48 hours, oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are both just ready to camp out at LAX tonight but we still have some last minute shopping and packing to do, and work [ugh]. There is snorkel gear to buy, Miffy supplies to pack for her weeklong stay with family and then all of our stuff. So much to do so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacation is a special one though. It will mark our last as a couple, alone. Our last “easy” vacation as I like to joke. One without car seats, strollers, baby gear, babies, etc. It’s special. Not to say that when the parlay arrives our vacations won’t be special, it’s just a special couple vacation as a unit of two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will definitely enjoy every single minute of our time in Mexico and we will also enjoy each other as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-165322776776078425?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/165322776776078425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=165322776776078425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/165322776776078425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/165322776776078425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-4603055996666921734</id><published>2009-07-21T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:36:37.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time wasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave labor'/><title type='text'>^@%#(!</title><content type='html'>"Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much sums up my life at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-4603055996666921734?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/4603055996666921734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=4603055996666921734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/4603055996666921734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/4603055996666921734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='^@%#(!'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-643066977282883033</id><published>2009-06-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:55:18.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>13 years</title><content type='html'>Today marks our 13th anniversary. Whoa. Sad that I'm stuck in another city and not home with N to celebrate this day as we always do, like the two silly teenagers we were when we first meet. Amazingly we've both grown up so much, and together. Who would have thought that today we'd both have careers, a husky that's nuts but awesome, love, and two avocados on the way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you W.N.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-643066977282883033?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/643066977282883033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=643066977282883033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/643066977282883033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/643066977282883033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/06/13-years.html' title='13 years'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-5202629063129236341</id><published>2009-06-24T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:22:07.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave labor'/><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>So we’re expecting some babies in time for Christmas. I’m sure most, if not all, four of my readers knew that by now… If not surprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this news many ups and downs have been experienced. First and foremost N and I are ecstatic with our upcoming gifts. We really cannot wait, or maybe we can for the remaining five months. I personally have always always always wanted twinsies! I know I’m somewhat wrong in the head, but I did and well I’ve been granted my wish. I think I’m really excited to see what/who they’ll look like, kiss those little cheeks and just experience being a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very close relationship with my mom. It wasn’t always like that. We did not get along much when I was a cranky teenager and I’d been a daddy’s girl growing up. However, once I grew out of that annoying I-know-it-all stage we really connected. Anyway, I believe our relationship is the way it is because of our willingness to have open minds. Of course we don’t always see eye to eye on things but we at least understand and respect each other’s opinions. This is something that I cannot wait to share with my own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that I clearly remember from my childhood is my mom always being there. She was a stay at home mama for the majority of my elementary days. After that she worked fulltime. Nonetheless I remember her being there and having that feeling of security that my mother would be there no matter what. Little A also got to experience the same thing and he too is close with our mom. This makes me sad about my little ones. They won’t get to experience that assurance. I’ve made the decision to continue working and have someone else care for them while out there… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where the downs come into play. Many people in learning of my “situation” automatically assume that I’ll become a stay at home mom. When I clear this up for them they seem to give me a judgmental look. Heck some have even come so far as to ask WHO will watch them. Uh, none of your damn business! How will we afford TWO babies? WTF kind of question is that? Am I happy? Is N happy? Again I ask, WTF!? Seriously people what is wrong with you? But the most annoying is the assumption and expectance that I become a stay at home mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in this century people are still hung up on women having families AND *gasp* careers? Is this still 19XX pre women’s liberation? I never have associated myself with being an ultra feminist but I am now being treated as one. People can’t seem to grasp that I have a *gulp* career and *sigh* no desire to stay at home… This of course is not to say that I don’t respect anyone staying at home to take care of their children. I commend and truly respect those women and men. I just don’t want to do it. Not my cup of tea. Kind of like when my father wanted me to become an LAPD officer and I looked at him like he was from Mars. Yeah, not me. So why then is there still double standards, expectations, judgment and just plan arrogance in 2009 with respect to women and children? Am I crazy to expect open minds? Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-5202629063129236341?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/5202629063129236341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=5202629063129236341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5202629063129236341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5202629063129236341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-2821526715244677973</id><published>2009-05-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:22:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff</title><content type='html'>So I’m here in Sacramento. Ugh. Allergy HELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week I managed to run a lot and since I stayed in downtown I walked a bit too. My office is about 1.2 miles from where I stayed at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I’m staying somewhere outside of the city and have a car. I have yet to make it into the gym for some real work but I did walk in to check it out this morning. UGH! It’s the size of a closet and the equipment is so close together I could stand in the middle and touch it all. I’m really going to need to find other accommodations for next week. That or find a xfit affiliate down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I promise to do 4 rounds of 400 meter runs and 35 squats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss lifting heavy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-2821526715244677973?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/2821526715244677973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=2821526715244677973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2821526715244677973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2821526715244677973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/05/sniff.html' title='sniff'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-6499114365799091377</id><published>2009-05-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:24:41.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House hunting sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave labor'/><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>House &lt;br /&gt;We finally saw our house this weekend. It’s perfect in every way and the location is prime. It would work for N and me and our families too. It is only a 2-bedroom but we can expand later. I really really really want this house. Too bad it’s too much $$$. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;br /&gt;Has been killing me. Can’t make it to any of my morning classes and by the time I get home I’m too exhausted to move. I’ve been averaging about 10 miles a week with my dog though. We’ve been going out every night at about 8ish, it’s so cool to run in the dark. Hopefully this week I’ll get back to regular schedule and make it to at least Tuesday and Thursday’s xfit classes. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it looks like I’ll be heading up north. North north. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N &lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe how in shape he’s gotten! I mean it’s been less than one year since he got his knee surgery and he only started running in December/January. He has the heart and head and I’m so very lucky to have found him and kept him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miffy &lt;br /&gt;Is doing awesome. We can’t believe how comfortable she’s gotten. We’re able to leave her alone, without the kennel and she does great. No chewing on stuff or barking or anything. The only mischief she’s gotten into is getting up on the couch for naps when we’re away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Even though we’ve found a house we both like (love for me) I know it’s out of our budget and will let it go. I’ll still keep an eye on it and hopefully it will stay on the market for a few more months. If it doesn’t well then it doesn’t and I’m not going to get upset over it. Eventually we’ll find something perfect, location, design, size and price-wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really unmotivated about my next assignment. I’ve been dreading having to travel, especially since we got Miffy. I always joked with N if we had kids how he would do it when I’d leave for weeks on end. Well Miffy is no child but she sure does require lots of attention. I’m planning on having some help in the form or younger siblings come over in shifts to help N out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else, I don’t want to leave N. It really sucks being married, to someone you actually enjoy being around, and having to leave for months only to see them for a total of two days out of a seven day week. Sigh. I know this is part of the package I signed up for, I know this is my job/career but I can still complain about it, and will. Hopefully my boss’s assurance of this being a “quick job” will pan out and I’ll only be gone for one month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-6499114365799091377?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/6499114365799091377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=6499114365799091377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/6499114365799091377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/6499114365799091377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-9079506355854334415</id><published>2009-04-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:45:54.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House hunting sucks'/><title type='text'>somewhere [anywhere] to live</title><content type='html'>We’ve been looking for a house for quite some time now. Months and countless Saturday AND Sunday afternoons and sometimes mornings. It sucks. There’s nothing out there. Nada! At least nothing that’s priced right and has oh let’s see a kitchen! Not one that’s been gutted that you really don’t even know in what room you’re standing in. Oh, which brings me to my other issue. What part does no sinks, doors, missing floors scream turnkey!?!?!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we’re no Bush family but come on we do have stable jobs and make reasonable salaries. Hell we even have a freakin’ downeffinpayment. So why is it so hard to find something? Why? WHY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate house shopping. I hate homeowners. I hate that I don’t have a house yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I’m about to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-9079506355854334415?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/9079506355854334415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=9079506355854334415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/9079506355854334415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/9079506355854334415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhere-anywhere-to-live.html' title='somewhere [anywhere] to live'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-2349798304061899963</id><published>2009-03-11T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:45:23.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>me. We've been so freakin' busy it's insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to finish reading Paula. Still have New Moon on loan from the library that will be due soon. Ugh! Can't believe I haven't even read two books this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Looking at houses sucks. Between trying to compromise on location the houses just plain suck. Most are still overpriced and even more need a lot of work, a LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't been to the parentals in two weeks! Argh they are going to disown me soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep. My naps have been eliminated and that makes me sad. Why can't days be 32 hours long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taxes. Need to send them in. I'm so busy they've been sitting in my bag for a whole week and I can't even make it to the post office. Hell, we're even getting money back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My arms and shoulders are killing me. Arms are due to Crossfit shoulders are due to poor ergonomics here in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more on my plate so now you know what's been going on. Told you I wasn't lying. And no, I'm not avoiding you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-2349798304061899963?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/2349798304061899963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=2349798304061899963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2349798304061899963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2349798304061899963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/03/alive.html' title='alive'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-5273257900385056052</id><published>2009-02-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:20:55.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zone'/><title type='text'>Pioneer Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SaL2-bRmo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ysQdBtEevfA/s1600-h/PioneerRun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SaL2-bRmo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ysQdBtEevfA/s200/PioneerRun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306074863329780546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we all survived Friday night’s adventure. Wow was that an adventure. It was so fun, challenging, exciting, everything but frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was snow, lot’s and lot’s of snow that turned out to be my Achilles heel. The cold air, high elevation, snow and steep hills were not a good combo for my lungs/breathing. I felt awful that my lungs suck and that I was holding my team back. Fortunately, I was teamed up with a group of awesome men that not only understood but helped me. They did nothing but encourage me and made sure my asthma was in check. Those guys were truly awesome and I couldn’t have asked for a better team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were down by about 1:30ish the next morning. This was not a 7 mile run. We were not expected to finish at 10:30pm as had been initially stated. I called N as soon as we got to Sierra Madre and he was asleep! ASLEEP! Here I was thinking that he’d be worried. Hmpf! He told me that he knew that we wouldn’t be done by 10:30pm, more like 1am. He also added that both Q and E had his number in case I would have fallen off the cliff or something… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team didn’t get lost but we didn’t take a turn we were supposed to and ended up backtracking. It was a 2.8 mile lesson. We also decided to take another route out of the mountain. Most of us had run out of water and that was a bit of a concern. We finished at Eaton Canyon and got a ride back to Sierra Madre. Honestly, the only area where I did get concerned was at the ranger station. There were these creepy looking cabins and then the guys were talking about lotions in baskets… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I would so do this again, like next week if possible. This was a great Pioneer run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I have this lingering cough but other than that I’m feeling great. This is probably due to the rocks I didn’t step on when crossing the streams. No injuries and soreness so I’m ready for another week of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-5273257900385056052?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/5273257900385056052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=5273257900385056052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5273257900385056052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/5273257900385056052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/02/pioneer-run.html' title='Pioneer Run'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SaL2-bRmo0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ysQdBtEevfA/s72-c/PioneerRun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-533529896026096752</id><published>2009-02-20T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:11:18.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>Since I woke up this morning at 4AM only to find Miffy sleeping on the couch I thought this post was appropriate. BTW, she is NOT allowed on our couch, chairs, bed, laps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7xgg0035I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ljr9C4CuGFU/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7xgg0035I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ljr9C4CuGFU/s400/IMG_2508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304942951958634386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7xByM6eJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BH7KbwtetZ0/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7xByM6eJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BH7KbwtetZ0/s400/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304942424047122578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7wle_6qJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/G5smyAx24zQ/s1600-h/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7wle_6qJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/G5smyAx24zQ/s400/IMG_2477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304941937855998098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7v7Q0WvoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lyA7zUUbZ9g/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7v7Q0WvoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lyA7zUUbZ9g/s400/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304941212494904962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7wzpAjCrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5eoqBtmhcbg/s1600-h/IMG_2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7wzpAjCrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5eoqBtmhcbg/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304942181061167794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-533529896026096752?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/533529896026096752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=533529896026096752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/533529896026096752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/533529896026096752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZ7xgg0035I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ljr9C4CuGFU/s72-c/IMG_2508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-8687301991603089500</id><published>2009-02-19T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:14:46.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass'/><title type='text'>[gulp]</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I’ll be doing a run through some trails in the dark with A, R and 21 other runners. We have no idea where we’ll start all we know is that we have a list of required gear and snow will be involved. End point is Lucky B’s, which can’t come any sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I signed up for this adventurous run:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear – I’m afraid of Mountain Lions. Also afraid of being out in the wildness at night. Since I’ve committed to myself to overcome my stupid fears I decided that I need to do this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fun – Believe it or not this really sounds fun! Not only will I be getting to experience something new I’ll be doing it with people that are dear to me. Plus, that Lucky B’s end point doesn’t sound half bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort – I need to get out of my routine and zone. This is a sure way to catapult me in the right direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience – In my head I contemplate doing the &lt;a href="http://www.mtdisappointment50k.com/index.shtml"&gt;Mt. Disappointment run&lt;/a&gt;. I’m NOT saying that I’m doing this, just considering it for the future, like three years from now or something. Since the race could take up to ten hours to complete there’s definitely some running in the dark, on the trails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this run will help develop myself mentally. I need some of that. Physically I’m definitely not the strongest but I have an idea of what to do and what’s been holding me back. As far as mental challenges, I need some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray to the virgencita that we all make it back in one piece, without any chunks missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-8687301991603089500?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/8687301991603089500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=8687301991603089500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/8687301991603089500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/8687301991603089500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/02/gulp.html' title='[gulp]'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-7950589727064415626</id><published>2009-02-13T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:11:45.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Found &lt;a href="http://dee-ah-nah.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-survey.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://geetothefunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where/how did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;High school, through a mutual friend. We were friends for a very very long time. Eventually we &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; each other and now we're here, married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you known each other?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long after you met did you start dating?&lt;br /&gt;1 year then we split up then 1 year later we started dating again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How long did you date before you were engaged?&lt;br /&gt;A decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long was your engagement?&lt;br /&gt;2 years, perfect time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;2+ years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZnR--ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hzCY8ummECM/s1600-h/Dominguez080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZnR--ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hzCY8ummECM/s320/Dominguez080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539169935501490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;11/11 - We'll be married for five years on 11/11/11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people came to your wedding reception?&lt;br /&gt;We invited 185 and they all RSVP'd yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZyY6DbCLI/AAAAAAAAANE/VZUvEvUYYtE/s1600-h/3969-326-33.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZyY6DbCLI/AAAAAAAAANE/VZUvEvUYYtE/s320/3969-326-33.Jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302551383501375666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of cake did you serve?&lt;br /&gt;White w/ strawberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ0G8K4tOI/AAAAAAAAANU/hYipqxuvwlA/s1600-h/Dominguez135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ0G8K4tOI/AAAAAAAAANU/hYipqxuvwlA/s320/Dominguez135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553273855161570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where was your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;San Dimas/Glendora - Catholic/Mexiadorean Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you serve for the meal?&lt;br /&gt;Pollo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many people were in your bridal party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ4Dc0oc7I/AAAAAAAAANs/B5sxEW_CxVA/s1600-h/Dominguez451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ4Dc0oc7I/AAAAAAAAANs/B5sxEW_CxVA/s320/Dominguez451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302557611947226034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ3lrQpCVI/AAAAAAAAANk/_Z5MYe5Tmgg/s1600-h/3962-067-29.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ3lrQpCVI/AAAAAAAAANk/_Z5MYe5Tmgg/s320/3962-067-29.Jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302557100426725714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you still friends with them all?&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did your spouse cry during the ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;All I'll say is one of us did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Most special moment of your wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;After wedding ceremony was over and everyone left to the reception. We were alone, finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any funny moments?&lt;br /&gt;N staring at the priest while he asked him to state his vows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZxh74g54I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dzAsQ9AkrY0/s1600-h/Dominguez591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZxh74g54I/AAAAAAAAAM8/dzAsQ9AkrY0/s320/Dominguez591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302550439099688834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Any big disasters?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, shocking being that we're both latinos... Yes, I said that. Plus I'm sure it was all due to our wedding coordinator, Debbie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go on your honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;Cancun &amp; Playa Del Carmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How long were you gone?&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks, it was the bestest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you were to do your wedding over, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;Right side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Queen and N swears it's too small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Greatest strength as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;We're the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Greatest challenge as a couple?&lt;br /&gt;We're the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who literally pays the bills?&lt;br /&gt;Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOuoGb8tFew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOuoGb8tFew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you dance your first dance to?&lt;br /&gt;See #26. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ6HZbp3TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iqP9laLl6b4/s1600-h/Dominguez182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ6HZbp3TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iqP9laLl6b4/s320/Dominguez182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302559878779886898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Describe your wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;Mom made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ5P5L-QbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rQxJaEf_Q7E/s1600-h/3965-184-36.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ5P5L-QbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rQxJaEf_Q7E/s320/3965-184-36.Jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302558925231374770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What kind of flowers did you have at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ4npTCzgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QuLBjcza8pc/s1600-h/3974-504-31.Jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZ4npTCzgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QuLBjcza8pc/s320/3974-504-31.Jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302558233771298306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are your wedding bands engraved?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-7950589727064415626?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/7950589727064415626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=7950589727064415626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7950589727064415626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7950589727064415626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/02/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/SZZnR--ZqLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hzCY8ummECM/s72-c/Dominguez080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-1997454187979524835</id><published>2009-02-03T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:21:40.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>- I want to stay in bed, all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dream of non-fat lattes and white mochas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my career makes me depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- people annoy me so much that I want to physically hurt them, but I don’t! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to let my dog up on our couch, to snuggle with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to take the exit before my current assignment that lead’s directly to a movie theater and bookstore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- waking up at 5:10 in the morning to be punk’d by a very evil man is excruciatingly painful. Scratch that, ALL the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- friends make torturous workouts fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- talking to my mom is necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-1997454187979524835?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/1997454187979524835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=1997454187979524835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/1997454187979524835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/1997454187979524835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-1863822274157402562</id><published>2009-01-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:00:02.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>I’ve been in a real shitty mood this last month. Things are just not going as planned and lots of unexpected losses and gains. The only thing that I’ve been focusing on is not losing it. Yes, things will get better but sometimes it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes I wish I could just slap some sense into some and hug others. Hell I wish I could just leave town. But of course I won’t. I’m here, working through all of the mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-1863822274157402562?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/1863822274157402562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=1863822274157402562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/1863822274157402562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/1863822274157402562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-2810266708920128168</id><published>2009-01-13T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:34:48.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>Things that make me sad &lt;br /&gt;- Empty e-mail box &lt;br /&gt;- Files at work &lt;br /&gt;- Miffy crying in her crate &lt;br /&gt;- Thinking of the boy who dislocated his shoulder this past Friday &lt;br /&gt;- Pain that our children will endure, once we decide to have them &lt;br /&gt;- People who have lost and will lose a great deal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy &lt;br /&gt;- Neil &lt;br /&gt;- Hiking up the big A &lt;br /&gt;- Watching Miffy get comfortable with us &lt;br /&gt;- Wine and chocolates &lt;br /&gt;- Books &lt;br /&gt;- Chatting it up with friends ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that stress me out &lt;br /&gt;- Economy &lt;br /&gt;- Education options for future children &lt;br /&gt;- Houses on the market and location &lt;br /&gt;- Dog being a nervous wreck when left alone &lt;br /&gt;- Work and deadlines &lt;br /&gt;- Not sleeping well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are open on my computer screen &lt;br /&gt;- Word &lt;br /&gt;- Twitter &lt;br /&gt;- VPN &lt;br /&gt;- Personal e-mail (empty) &lt;br /&gt;- Work e-mail (full) &lt;br /&gt;- Lots of PDF files&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-2810266708920128168?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/2810266708920128168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=2810266708920128168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2810266708920128168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2810266708920128168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-4267705713392254863</id><published>2008-12-31T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:36:32.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>29 objectives</title><content type='html'>On the 28th I turned 29. It was sad. Seriously. This will be my last year in my twenties and well it’s sad. I love(d) my twenties. Not afraid of getting older just afraid of what’s expected with it. I’m still trying to get used to the idea that I’ve become an adult. I think it happened a year ago. Getting married does that to you, make you grow up that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; There is tons that I want to get done next year. Special projects and attend events and read, lots more reading. Hopefully my old book club can get its act together again… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Something that I really liked this year was meeting with friends at least once a week. I know we all have crazy schedules and I hope we can all keep it up, meeting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I also cut down my spending, a lot. Want to continue that and hopefully I can cut back some more. Sure it was great on the pocketbook but really I don’t want anymore more &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;. There’s far too much &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; as it is and I want to cut my dependence on the accumulation of &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I’d like to seriously start a library. Maybe invest in some early editions of my favorite books.  Total contrast to what I just said up there I know, but these are books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Also, I need to get my Spanish reading up to high school level. I set out this year wanting to read the entire Harry Potter series in Spanish and just never got around to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Well I will do it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Must also finish reading all the books that haven’t ever been opened currently on our bookcases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Take a vacation, again. After our awesome two weeks in Mexico N and I realized that was probably going to be our last vacation for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; We are planning a big purchase this year, biggest one in our lives, so we figured we wouldn’t be able to afford one. Well nope, I think vacations are a necessity and I want to take one, again. Maybe somewhere in Central America. I’m even up to going back to Huatulco since we loved it so much with a trip to Oaxaca City first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Must save my pennies for this one splurge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Professionally I need to get my act together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; There are some certifications that I’ve been putting off that need to get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Also, I will invest more time in my career. Apparently this is what I’m going to be doing from now on, that’s a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Focus on health. No more chocolates, cheese, cracker, wine dinners. Getting far too old for that nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Will make breakfast a priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; More intake of protein, both the animal and vegan kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Cut back on animal milk, must acclimate to soy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Learn to say no to tias that force food on me, and my dad too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Will look into ways to reduce my asthmatic episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; Goals that are up for next year include a mini triathlon with Shannon, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; Mt. Wilson race time decrease with N’s help, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt; Rosarito Ensenada bike ride with my tia Chevy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt; and complete the San Dimas AR with team Three.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt; Need to make sleep a priority. At least seven hours a day to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt; When tired, must rest. No more burning myself out to a point that I’m nonfunctional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; Be more kind and appreciative of people, everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt; Act the way I want to see people act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; Help where help is needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.&lt;/strong&gt; Love more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this post from &lt;a href="http://godeepandfindtruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-4267705713392254863?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/4267705713392254863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=4267705713392254863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/4267705713392254863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/4267705713392254863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/29-objectives.html' title='29 objectives'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-3025408816624487544</id><published>2008-12-30T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:17:06.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>dog and xmas</title><content type='html'>I feel the need to follow-up on my dog post. Pobrecita, I guess I made her sound like a pain in the a… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a Siberian Husky. The breed that was bred for nothing but running, in the harshest of climates. So yeah, obviously this dog shouldn’t even be in the city. Anyway, we have her and are keeping her. She’s been passed around like cheap xxxx and this is her 5th home that I can track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think no one took the time to read up on her. See what she needs, wants, is all about. All they saw was “OMG she’s soooooo cute!” Once she expressed any type of behavior that was not wanted/liked she was shipped to the next place. Sorry but that’s what I see, totally not trying to bring anyone down. She’s beautiful, intelligent, energetic and ready to please. She’s also afraid of being abandoned, but hell who wouldn’t with so much moving around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve contacted a few trainers and have visited some message boards, all say to crate her. We tried. It failed. She escapes! Seriously, we’ve tried numerous times and all of them she’s managed to break free from her cage. If this doesn’t tell you how smart she is I don’t know what does. She’s okay to roam free BUT since her anxiety takes over she’s been chewing on the front door since she knows that’s the way out. Also, she’s been jumping on our couch when we’re not home. Honestly I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t scratch at it. N seems to think that she’ll be okay to roam while we’re not around, I’m not so convinced yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trainer came over last Tuesday, she’s already trained so it was mostly for N and myself. We bought her a prong collar and she suffered with the trainer… Well you know what!? Whenever I put that thing on her she behaves like a damn show dog. No pulling no trying to run in front of us, she doesn’t even try to visit with other dogs. She obviously learned about the prong collar and its pain… So what I need now is an equivalent for the kennel. Or a new trainer. Any recommendations? Anyone own a Husky out there? I’d like to talk to someone that has some experience with this breed. And I already know, &lt;i&gt; “enjoy the ride”&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be putting my foot in my mouth with this post but she’s a keeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- free gift wrapping is godsend and should be mandatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wine is the gift that keeps on giving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- books are always welcomed. thanks friends/family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i &lt;3 uno. that's how i managed to keep a bunch of tweens, teenagers and one 18 year old entertained on xmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate, marshmallows and almonds are haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- trying to get wicked tickets sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having a b-day sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will never have children in december. my parents must hate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can find anything and everything three days after xmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-3025408816624487544?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/3025408816624487544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=3025408816624487544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/3025408816624487544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/3025408816624487544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-and-xmas.html' title='dog and xmas'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-2802280938283092997</id><published>2008-12-23T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:22:52.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>mush</title><content type='html'>So we have decided to keep the dog. [after spending a gazillion dollars on her] OMG is she a handful. She’s great and very well behaved but she also has issues staying alone and well we work! Plus I’ve been skipping xfit just so I can take her out on runs. I wonder if I can even bring her to xfit on days that I do go… you know just tie her up in a corner outside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this new addition is a big change into our little world. We are now faced with questions we didn’t have to ask before. Can we go to dinner, alone? Not until her alone issues are resolved. Is Vegas going to happen? Probably not. What are we going to do about our chewed up front door? Aye. Geez Louise. This is worse than a baby…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-2802280938283092997?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/2802280938283092997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=2802280938283092997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2802280938283092997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2802280938283092997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog.html' title='mush'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-3050345772041724714</id><published>2008-12-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:02:10.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bday'/><title type='text'>diciembre</title><content type='html'>-need to find a decent watch for A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need help with dad’s gift. A Stetson is outta the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have ideas for n’s gift, which always come way too late to pull off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thinking too much of pending anniversary of (my) year. And next’s too… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to move. We may have an opportunity to move closer to parentals, even if it’s for a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-need to call brother from another mother and reconnect. This relationship needs some love, from both ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-don’t want to celebrate bd, so please don’t bother people. Not being negative nancy but my bd sucks since well it sucks because of its timing. Bad economy and all, so nada! I’m only accepting home made scribbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-must practice my spanish skills as they are clearly deteriorating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make time for reading. Out of the 24 books I set out to read this year, only 14 have been finshed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been keeping track of all the days I’ve been working out since we got back to it. I did this back when I was training for Mt. Wilson, two months I logged everything I did and ate. What I didn’t do was log how I felt, physically and mentally. These past weeks I’ve been taking mental notes of everything and I think I’m ready to start putting stuff down on paper, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What triggered this? Well on Saturday N suggested [forced more like it] I go for a 5K. Ugh. I knew this was coming and well wasn’t looking forward to it. Recently I’ve decided that I’m going to push myself to the max when running, puke and everything, so yeah. Plus this route is tough, 50% upgrade. Did it…. in 29 minutes flat! That was a personal record for me. Plus, I really haven’t put in any mileage since, well since the ½ marathon. This really shocked me. Not that I could run that fast, for me anyway, but that I had improve my speed by not really focusing on running. Immediately I went over to the fridge to check out my workouts, three days of crossfit and one day of bootcamp every week for the past four weeks. Very promising indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently N has earned the right to chant “I told ya so.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-3050345772041724714?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/3050345772041724714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=3050345772041724714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/3050345772041724714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/3050345772041724714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/diciembre.html' title='diciembre'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-2399250063770602850</id><published>2008-12-02T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:20:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STWX0RstllI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tLMKSTTuQqo/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STWX0RstllI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tLMKSTTuQqo/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289462894335570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the last three weeks that I’ve been back to xfit I have – &lt;br /&gt;- Blistered my hands (still healing) &lt;br /&gt;- Almost eaten sh!t while box jumping. Luckily my mad skills saved me… It was all luck that my had reached out and stopped me from eating it big. &lt;br /&gt;- Hit my chin with a 45lb bar which hurt like hell for a week.&lt;br /&gt;- Bruised my shins and thighs while dead lifting. If that’s not proof enough that I did em right I don’t know what is. &lt;br /&gt;- Have not had one day without soreness. &lt;br /&gt;- Have felt great physically albeit tired.&lt;br /&gt;- Really enjoyed spending/suffering with friends/family. &lt;br /&gt;- Really, really, I mean really enjoyed my rest days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moments shared – &lt;br /&gt;- N was really proud of my hand and was showing it off while I was trying to hide it. &lt;br /&gt;- While looking at the Muddy Buddy brochure I was saying how Shannon said it was a really fun race and how we should do it too. N said “that’s what she said about the AR you did right?” Right, five hours later… &lt;br /&gt;- N doing the running man all over our place making fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;- Both of us trying to out due each other in how sore we are.&lt;br /&gt;- Watching/listening to N trying to get new people to come out and join the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STWYIYBdhoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/F8L_xoRsOmI/s1600-h/IMG_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STWYIYBdhoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/F8L_xoRsOmI/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289808189359746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Huatulco, N came up with the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; idea. Since the beach was a walk away from the hotel itself, all stairs, he proposed we run up them four times in the morning. We did. Three mornings. I wanted to die. The staff was really good about it though. After the first morning they made jokes about us getting lost. Then on day three they were pretty impressed. I was impressed I didn't faint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-2399250063770602850?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/2399250063770602850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=2399250063770602850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2399250063770602850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/2399250063770602850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STWX0RstllI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tLMKSTTuQqo/s72-c/IMG_2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-354359693292047579</id><published>2008-12-01T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:40:48.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend. Lots of family, friends and food.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving morning was started with a 5K. Even though it was like climbing Mt. Everest it was a great way to start the day. Lots of Red cult members there including the ringleader. It was my first time running since I can remember. Sometime before our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hosted a brunch for my in-laws. Afterwards, we headed to the valley of the dirt to spend a lovely Thanksgiving dinner at my sisters’. Of course we ate too much but we did make it out to xfit the next day. Little A was taking us all with his newfound poker skills. Punk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DID wake up and make it to the sales. What a waste of time for us. Nothing we needed or wanted. I’m so over doing this to myself. Must remember to read this post next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all the changes we’ve made over the years I’m very happy that even though we know we eat (drink) too much during the holidays (and other days) at least we make an effort to work off some of it. I can’t say that for everyone, and I don’t mean that in a negative way either. It’s just something that I’m happy we have incorporated into our lives. After all, we’re the ones that have to live with these bodies and well its kinda hard lugging ourselves around as it is. Every year we seem to be making better choices and decisions, maybe next year we’ll cut out the pies. Maybe… Babysteps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited N’s granny. It’s always inspirational to see her. She’s an 80+ year old woman that is as strong as can be. She has no health issues and her mind is better than mine. She has such a strong and powerful will it’s unbelievable. She’s what I want to turn into when I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day filled with great friends. Sometimes you don’t realize how important friends are and how much they really are part of one’s family. I’m very fortunate to have them in my life and to be able to pretty much say, do, and act anyway I want and they’ll always be there. They always have. It also amazes me how much we have all grown up and keep on growing. Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Diego Rivera’s &lt;a href="http://diegorivera.com/index.php"&gt;murals&lt;/a&gt; at the Palacio National. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQtV1q0FhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hJEvlK_QjHA/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQtV1q0FhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hJEvlK_QjHA/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890916764849682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQtBeI0OCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_j4jzyvjW-I/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQtBeI0OCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_j4jzyvjW-I/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890566850852898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQs0eIVcAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-pH1DafeW5U/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQs0eIVcAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-pH1DafeW5U/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890343510536194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-354359693292047579?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/354359693292047579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=354359693292047579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/354359693292047579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/354359693292047579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z80jUs8gV7E/STQtV1q0FhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hJEvlK_QjHA/s72-c/IMG_1873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-8001980862738307082</id><published>2008-11-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:02:35.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done!</title><content type='html'>with my report! Phew, all in record time too. Now I can enjoy the holidays. Hope no more work makes its way round my inbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Viva La Vida [loca]. Hope its a good show and hope traffic isn't bad on the way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hope in 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-8001980862738307082?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/8001980862738307082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=8001980862738307082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/8001980862738307082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/8001980862738307082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done!'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568516309367856875.post-7572180332676818772</id><published>2008-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:10:57.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain/goals</title><content type='html'>Goals. Lots of talk about these lately. Guess I better start too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after some talking with N I’ve decided (have been tricked) into focusing on strength. My strength sucks, always has. I hate strength training. I hate feeling like I’d rather die than complete another round of some CrossFit WOD. I’m so that person. I don’t mind running, even if I feel like puking, that’s okay. It’s the pain from lifting, my own body even, that’s not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this year’s Mt. Wilson training, Ranger-man opened up about some of his experiences during his stint in the military. It was really inspiring and it helped me get through that month I did nothing but CrossFit. Then, I forgot all about it. Well Monday’s session really kicked me hard. I wanted nothing more than to stop after the first round. Of course I wasn’t willing to quit, I don’t quit. But I was willing an injury, small one, to help end the torture. I know this is wrong, I know I shouldn’t think like that, but I’m being honest here. What helped me get through it was my team, Coach Eric and the assistant coach (sorry, forgot his name!). Also, the warrior board helped too. It’s amazing to see how strong people are! Also, reading some definitions about pain and how it means its good was also reassuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure my legs feel like they’re going to give out on me. Sure I can’t raise my arms above my chest. Definitely screaming inside when having to get up and down. Forget about climbing stairs. But other than that I feel good. This is a reminder that my body needs more torture. So needless to say I’m looking forward to handicap rail assisted bathroom breaks, having to wash my hair in increments of 5 seconds, squealing when getting up, and walking in flats. I may have to get N’s cane out of the closet too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for next year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get to standard pushups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish Mt. Wilson in 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish sprint adventure race within allotted time with team tres! I can’t believe we’re doing this again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Run another ½ at 2:30 w/o bathroom break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe, maybe do a mini tri w/ Shannon. I said maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568516309367856875-7572180332676818772?l=drammatical.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/feeds/7572180332676818772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568516309367856875&amp;postID=7572180332676818772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7572180332676818772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568516309367856875/posts/default/7572180332676818772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drammatical.blogspot.com/2008/11/paingoals.html' title='pain/goals'/><author><name>[hmmm]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795512709353615042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08099012185828317555'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>