<?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-2468945318224363930</id><updated>2011-10-04T10:23:37.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at the Lethal Mime Ranch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-2892401613683502911</id><published>2011-01-06T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:05:28.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xylophone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We couldn't decide what to get our goddaughter, Charlotte, for Christmas. She didn't really need more clothes or a savings bond, and Andrew is really into musical enrichment from a young age, so we chose a very nice wooden-framed xylophone for her. It was a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559290163000518898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSaQ8uj4KPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RUNU2Wv_c_o/s400/IMG_5047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2468945318224363930-2892401613683502911?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/2892401613683502911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/xylophone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2892401613683502911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2892401613683502911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/xylophone.html' title='Xylophone!'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSaQ8uj4KPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RUNU2Wv_c_o/s72-c/IMG_5047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-7447450534490769207</id><published>2011-01-04T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:53:42.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Paws</title><content type='html'>Mandy and I dressed Lola and Max up in their Christmas sweaters and took them to PetSmart to meet Santa. Mandy and Lola went for a color explosion in their attire, in a look that Mandy described as "Skittles." Max and I went for a look called "shoot...doggy mommy slept too late and didn't have time to get ready." I slapped on a bright scarf and off we went. We posed for multiple shots and smiled and felt like good dog owners and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until we got home that we discussed how cheesy the whole racket was. We were expecting a Christmas wonderland, like they have at Marshall Fields. We would have even settled for a North Pole setup with glittery cotton snow like they have at the mall. Instead we got a cardboard background with a blurry tree scene, a grumpy photographer who couldn't work the digital camera, and a LADY Santa Claus that was losing her pleather boot covers. Despite the setbacks, the only thing that mattered that day was the happiness on Max and Lola's little doggy faces as they met Santa...and then discovered the cat food aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558558818659889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSP3y4lWcHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VnNTFR29NtU/s400/maxy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-7447450534490769207?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/7447450534490769207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-paws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7447450534490769207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7447450534490769207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-paws.html' title='Santa Paws'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSP3y4lWcHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VnNTFR29NtU/s72-c/maxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-5074828497606053033</id><published>2011-01-03T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:30:44.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies Will Never Taste the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKibvcCRPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V0JRPVT-Qws/s1600/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558183487602836722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKibvcCRPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V0JRPVT-Qws/s400/cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was dropping off a carful of excess junk at Goodwill, I came across this country-blue-scarf-wearing goose cookie jar...straight from my childhood! I couldn't help but wonder if it was the exact same goose that held dozens and dozens of after-school snack cookies during my grade school years. I entertained the thought of buying it for my mom for Christmas, but then figured she probably didn't want it back 15 years after she sold it for 50 cents at a yard sale. My brother likes to steal really tacky things from Mom's yard sales and wrap them up for her birthday and Christmas gifts. Surely you didn't mean to get rid of this afghan! I thought you would regret selling this cross-stitched Santa doorknob cover! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2468945318224363930-5074828497606053033?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/5074828497606053033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/cookies-will-never-taste-same.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5074828497606053033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5074828497606053033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/cookies-will-never-taste-same.html' title='Cookies Will Never Taste the Same'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKibvcCRPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/V0JRPVT-Qws/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-4399381994239872352</id><published>2011-01-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:10:28.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11th is Pepero Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The entire girls' night crew would like to thank Laura for participating in our December dinner. Though she was not there in body, she was present in Pepero spirit! She sent boxes of Peperos and Korean spa masks home with Andrew after his last Korea trip. Peperos are crunchy-cookie-chocolate-sticks that taste like heaven and have their own holiday, on November 11th (11-11 looks like four Peperos). We miss you, Laura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558178228299744802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKdpnAdxiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DLhMXCNQSMc/s400/girls.jpg" /&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/2468945318224363930-4399381994239872352?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/4399381994239872352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/november-11th-is-pepero-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/4399381994239872352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/4399381994239872352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/november-11th-is-pepero-day.html' title='November 11th is Pepero Day!'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKdpnAdxiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DLhMXCNQSMc/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-2021336190537840161</id><published>2011-01-03T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:12:04.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parade</title><content type='html'>Andrew Hartman's Funtime Band once again participated in the Bedford Christmas parade. Andrew Hartman himself spend the entire week making signs with the band name in Christmas lights...they looked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558176614655574434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKcLrttwaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cRvFmvt9sdo/s400/155321_482239651632_58361501632_5867068_1717980_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met Smokey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558174850366712738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKak_OeK6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tgEK87lZezk/s400/smokey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-2021336190537840161?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/2021336190537840161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2021336190537840161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2021336190537840161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-parade.html' title='Christmas Parade'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKcLrttwaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cRvFmvt9sdo/s72-c/155321_482239651632_58361501632_5867068_1717980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-7876131876924054392</id><published>2011-01-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:55:21.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Tried to Put Charlotte in a Sousaphone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...but she was too big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will not make the same mistake again...we are going to get to Ashley and Clayton's baby (Claire!) before she outgrows it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558174214232180930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKZ_9cLiMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AeNadVS9JFo/s400/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2468945318224363930-7876131876924054392?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/7876131876924054392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-tried-to-put-charlotte-in-sousaphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7876131876924054392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7876131876924054392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-tried-to-put-charlotte-in-sousaphone.html' title='We Tried to Put Charlotte in a Sousaphone...'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKZ_9cLiMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AeNadVS9JFo/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-3802424901059804657</id><published>2011-01-03T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:17:14.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas City Here I Come</title><content type='html'>I went on my first solo business trip to Kansas City during the first week in December. I am training for my new job with the UNICEF group. Andrew encouraged me to go to the hotel bar at least once and make some new friends. It was weird at first but then I met some great people, who agreed to take a picture with me after several rounds of "Christmas drinks." Before tonight we didn't even know Gingerbread vodka existed. New friends include: Christmas drink menu creator and aspiring Delta flight attendant, an independent filmmaker most known for his Ike and Dick presidential documentary on the History channel, and a computer-programming businessman who liked to say "bless your heart" a lot. Tonight I learned to talk to the people around me, because they all have good stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558172907329577250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKYz42UYSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XcwOhMqL2LU/s400/IMG_20101201_223110.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Union Station is linked to the hotel I stayed in. It looks really wonderful and Christmas-y, and makes me want to hop on a train to the North Pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558179517998673442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKe0rgpriI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9sBIBenYq-c/s400/union.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-3802424901059804657?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/3802424901059804657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/kansas-city-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/3802424901059804657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/3802424901059804657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2011/01/kansas-city-here-i-come.html' title='Kansas City Here I Come'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKYz42UYSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XcwOhMqL2LU/s72-c/IMG_20101201_223110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-2295273403382276508</id><published>2010-11-30T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:36:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Thanksgiving time, friends, and we have so much to be thankful for! Andrew and I were asked to be the godparents of Ashley and Clayton's new addition, expected in May! How exciting!! I tear up just thinking about that beautiful baby! The weekend before Thanksgiving we had our now annual Friends Thanksgiving at Louie and Crystal's (aka Salami Mommy) house. Crystal will be forever known as Salami Mommy since her very sleepy daughter, Raina, called out to her in the middle of the night for "salami mommy, bring me some salami!" Refined midnight snacking tastes for a 3-year-old. Her mother delivered a salami and cheese platter to her bedroom at 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Friends Thanksgiving was a grand success. Andrew and I brought Cheryl Potatoes, recipe courtesy of his Aunt Cheryl...try it sometime! Sautee an onion in one stick of butter, then dump the mixture over a bag of frozen tator tots, mix in a tub of sour cream, some cheddar cheese, and cream of mushroom soup. Season with salt and pepper, mix well, and then put in a 9X11 and cover with cheese. You will not be sorry, but your heart might! During the Thanksgiving festivities, I thought of a great idea with Jeannette and Nathan...start attending events that are advertised as "open" on Facebook, make some new friends, eat some new friends' food, and blog about our experiences.&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend (Real Thanksgiving) was wonderful as well. John, Sarah, and baby Charlotte came over after I got home from work on Wednesday. We drank some Fat Tire from cans and ordered the 6-person Dance Party from Btown Pizza. We laughed it up and had a grand time, especially when we were joined a few hours later by Emily and Peter. The next day we went to my Mamaw and Papaw's house for a tasty lunch and then went home and put up our Christmas trees; one in the dining room and one on the front porch. The next day we went to the Bloomington downtown lighting ceremony with Emily, Peter, John, Sarah, and Charlotte. Oh, and we were asked to be Charlotte's godparents too so we christened her in the kitchen, as seen below. Good Thanksgiving times with great friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558169171668145138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKVacbOk_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/QAUS7X7vBNE/s400/IMG_20101126_183754.jpg" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-2295273403382276508?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/2295273403382276508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2295273403382276508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2295273403382276508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TSKVacbOk_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/QAUS7X7vBNE/s72-c/IMG_20101126_183754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-6029585971524105144</id><published>2010-11-09T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:42:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexington Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I had a perfectly wonderful weekend with Emily and Peter. Maxwell and I drove to Lexington after work on Friday, took a long walk with Emily on Saturday morning, went on my first Meijer trip, helped make a cheesecake, and then relaxed and enjoyed Peter's birthday party on Saturday night. It was one of those weekends where everything seems to go right; good weather, good friends, good times. The time changed on Saturday night, so I spent my extra hour eating M&amp;amp;M's and discussing the evolution of M&amp;amp;M colors. I found the following chart on Wikipedia, which I found fascinating and useful. Can you believe it's been 15 years since tan was replaced with blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537760979553806082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoURUVS5wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KEE0sDUaAA4/s400/mm.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really get any good pictures of the b-day party, but I did get this great one that demonstrates Max's love of space heaters. And sweater vests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoS81VQIvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0EzrFC59uvg/s1600/IMG_20101107_000719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537759528123114226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoS81VQIvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0EzrFC59uvg/s400/IMG_20101107_000719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew and I participated in Drinking with Coworkers Part 2 last weekend, and we tailgated the IU Football game. A good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoTgYR6VpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wNgyD02BVqM/s1600/IMG_20101030_142413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537760138799765138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoTgYR6VpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wNgyD02BVqM/s400/IMG_20101030_142413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoRDk-geDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BoYqRlGW0WQ/s1600/mm.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2468945318224363930-6029585971524105144?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/6029585971524105144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/11/lexington-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6029585971524105144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6029585971524105144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/11/lexington-road-trip.html' title='Lexington Road Trip'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TNoURUVS5wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KEE0sDUaAA4/s72-c/mm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-6220831745420714672</id><published>2010-10-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:26:25.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Happenings</title><content type='html'>So many wonderfully exciting things have happened in October, so I will take a break from the honeymoon tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's birthday was at the beginning of the month, so Maxwell made a sign for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532152269966659474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYnLc67z5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_kftaaEMcOA/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;Kristy "Little Spoon" Spoon's birthday was the next week so we met for lunch at Bloomingfoods, where I played with the dog pictured below. This was the kind of dog I wanted before I met Max. When I petted him I quickly realized he sheds fur like crazy and made my hand smell like butt. Pretty face though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532152958890992146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYnzjXS4hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3bWfuAlKvUw/s200/shot_1286902407507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss's Day was on the 12th, so I planned a grand Boss's Day Fiesta in honor of a certain Scott Ortega. Here is a picture of the Sunrise leadership team in sombreros. Special thanks to the Andrew Hartman Funtime hat collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532153427459867298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYoO060gqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/60CHq3MWRvs/s200/shot_1287158708759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also has an October birthday, and Courtney happened to get a job the same week. My mom wanted to have a party to celebrate both accomplishments, then threw my new job into the pile of things to celebrate. Andrew mentioned that he also had reason to celebrate, as he had just received Platinum status in the Delta Skymiles program. My mom ended up making the cake pictured below, and we all got to blow out the candles. In case it is hard to read, the cake says,"Happy Birthday Dave, Congrats on Jobs Courtney &amp;amp; Michelle, Flyer Platinum Miles Andrew, Bunghole of the Year Geoff." This is why I love my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532154367029285378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYpFhFoEgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Xjmc0ClZsrY/s200/shot_1287354882263.jpg" /&gt; Last but certainly not least, we celebrated the birth of Jenny Mack. I came home from my Fall Outlet Shopping Extravaganza last Thursday and was greeting by the scene below. I arrived just in time to join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532155919911991426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYqf6BtuII/AAAAAAAAAEc/0W9NUtjxI6U/s200/shot_1287721460187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was cleaning out my new office space, I found a coupon for free mozzarella sticks at Applebee's. Three hours later:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532156804800851346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYrTafqLZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Xc8OlGThFEU/s200/shot_1287797009691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I organized a team for the Jill Behrman 5K. As always, team Sunrise Greetings had poor participation, but those who were there had a great attitude. Thanks to my Mom, Aunt Cheryl, Dad, and Andrew for tripling the team size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532158042977803522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYsbfEDHQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S9_8x7kJFGo/s200/IMG_20101023_094734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2468945318224363930-6220831745420714672?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/6220831745420714672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-happenings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6220831745420714672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6220831745420714672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-happenings.html' title='October Happenings'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TMYnLc67z5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_kftaaEMcOA/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-5343310673702309957</id><published>2010-10-20T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:39:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TL-ZqmnshkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Tb4LKpxU9xU/s1600/shot_1284665266152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530307824634857026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TL-ZqmnshkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Tb4LKpxU9xU/s200/shot_1284665266152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TL-YuuxCzHI/AAAAAAAAADU/Roxt1xXqGHY/s1600/shot_1284665266152.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I was going to detail every day of our honeymoon, but that seemed like a daunting task so I will now describe the rest of the honeymoon in a nutshell. The day after we arrived, I went for a jog with Chad and Dan's dog, Eno, and got a bit turned around. This happened the last time I visited Chad also. Eno and I roamed the streets of Santa Barbara for a couple of hours. It was a lovely city to be lost in, and we wandered through a park, walked a labrynth in a churchyard, visited an old Mission, and eventually asked numerous yard workers how to get back to the right street. That dog was no help at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew and I had a delicious breakfast at the Cajun Kitchen, i spilled my water on the counter, and we made our way up the coast a bit and then inland toward Fresno. It was a completely different landscape in the desert and we were really glad we veered off the path. We stopped at a couple of wineries and stayed the night at my aunt Kate's house in Visalia. I love seeing familiar faces when we are so far away from home. She had pizza waiting on us when we arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On day 3 we visited Yosemite, and it was one of the prettiest places I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did some hiking, did some tour bus riding (stinky!), and ate dinner at the Happy Burger diner. That evening we rolled into Monterey later than late, couldn't find a hotel with vacancies, and ended up staying in the Discovery Inn for $54. It was a pretty cute little place, and I couldn't stop laughing as Andrew checked us in through a window with bars on it. I guess the area was so dodgy they couldn't let people into the lobby. This happens so often; Andrew has to do all the talking because I can't compose myself long enough to handle anything. &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/2468945318224363930-5343310673702309957?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/5343310673702309957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5343310673702309957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5343310673702309957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon #2'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TL-ZqmnshkI/AAAAAAAAADc/Tb4LKpxU9xU/s72-c/shot_1284665266152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-7049737566466747704</id><published>2010-10-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:35:58.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK5_2VKm-uI/AAAAAAAAACo/jRxnyjWRQfY/s1600/chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525494364201482978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK5_2VKm-uI/AAAAAAAAACo/jRxnyjWRQfY/s200/chad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to write about our honeymoon adventures for a while, so I'm going to break it into parts so it's not such a daunting task. On our first day, we got up early and flew to Los Angeles. I had been looking forward to trying Pinkberry for months, so we claimed our baggage and lugged it across the airport in search of celebrities eating frozen yogurt. Apparently you have to be departing from the airport in order to patronize the LAX Pinkberry so, tired and dejected, we headed to the rental car shuttle. We picked up our shiny blue Mustang and headed to Chad and Dan's house in Santa Barbara. We stopped for some In-n-Out burgers on the way, and arrived about an hour before sunset. We took Chad and Dan's dogs, Oprah and Eno, to the dog beach and had an enjoyable barefoot sunset walk on the shore (the picture is of me and Chad on the beach). We had arrived in California! On the way home from the beach, I told Chad about my fruitless frozen yogurt mission and he told me they had a Pinkberry in Santa Barbara but he knew of a local place that was way better. I ended the day with blueberry cheesecake yogurt from MacDonald's frozen yogurt, which is partonized by even hipper celebrities than that pretentious Pinkberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-7049737566466747704?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/7049737566466747704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7049737566466747704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7049737566466747704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/honeymoon-day-1.html' title='Honeymoon Day 1'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK5_2VKm-uI/AAAAAAAAACo/jRxnyjWRQfY/s72-c/chad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-7480610933630708957</id><published>2010-10-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:15:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night &amp; A Job Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK065xriXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/yOC0qhbluqk/s1600/shot_1286419223413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525137082116366098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK065xriXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/yOC0qhbluqk/s200/shot_1286419223413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was my monthly girls' night with Kristy, Amanda, and Melissa. Mandy usually joins but tonight a certain David Sedaris was in town. We have been trying to find a replacement since Laura moved to South Korea but no one has come along that meets our requirements; fun group of witty ladies seek pretty-eyed, foul-mouthed caver type for once-a-month dinners. Tonight was Amanda's pick so we went to Japanais, ate sushi, drank wine with pink polka-dots on the bottle, and laughed at each other's jokes. You know it's a good night when you put 3 hours worth of change in the meter and you still get a parking ticket. (modeled by Maxy-poo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other noteable events of the day: 1) I had a very nice lunch with James and Tania at Smokin' Jack's Rib Shack and smelled like smoked meats all day. 2) I got OFFERED A JOB in the Finance department at work! I will accept in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-7480610933630708957?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/7480610933630708957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7480610933630708957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7480610933630708957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-night.html' title='Girls&apos; Night &amp; A Job Offer'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK065xriXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/yOC0qhbluqk/s72-c/shot_1286419223413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-5590166255397080837</id><published>2010-10-06T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:06:09.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pendant le Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK05GwhWWII/AAAAAAAAAB4/v66DAiDu8rg/s1600/shot_1286140897612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525135106120243330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK05GwhWWII/AAAAAAAAAB4/v66DAiDu8rg/s200/shot_1286140897612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK04_U8wOgI/AAAAAAAAABw/zF5WB3vo-Is/s1600/shot_1286048562908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525134978459908610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK04_U8wOgI/AAAAAAAAABw/zF5WB3vo-Is/s200/shot_1286048562908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK044VZ9_SI/AAAAAAAAABo/DcbfEmdLQBE/s1600/shot_1286055338715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525134858323361058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK044VZ9_SI/AAAAAAAAABo/DcbfEmdLQBE/s200/shot_1286055338715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in French class, we always had to write about what happened Pendant le Weekend. Pendant last weekend, I made caramel corn puffs courtesy of Ashley's recipe. These things are like caramel -covered crack and they contain a stick and a half of butter, so I was happy for any excuse to make them. I took them to a tailgating with coworkers event, which was a lot more fun than it sounds. I don't think I ever tailgated in college, so now I need to make up for it. I was introduced to the "paloma," which is basically made by mixing Fresca, tequila, and lime. At one point in the day I announced that I would never drink anything that was not a Paloma ever again. Don't trust me though, I'm fickle; I've said the same thing about Manhattans, Pomegranate martinis, and PBR. Someone gave me a youth ticket to the football game, so I participated in my first college football game too. After several Palomas, I enjoyed this to the fullest. Let me tell you, I made some friends. I think. The night ended by drinking lots of water and going to the Irish Lion with some great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, Maxy and I went to the dog park, where he made several new friends. He especially likes Great Danes, and I always worry that they will accidentally step on him. We hiked around Lake Griffey and he scruffled until his fur turned brown and filled with burrs. Then my brother and I went to my cousin Brandy's housewarming party, where we met Trixie, my aunt's sweet new Westie puppy. She was inspired by Maxwell's sweetness and had to have one of her own. This puppy picture begs the question; would it be weird if I tried to contact Maxwell's original owners and asked for some baby pictures?&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/2468945318224363930-5590166255397080837?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/5590166255397080837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/pendant-le-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5590166255397080837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/5590166255397080837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/pendant-le-weekend.html' title='Pendant le Weekend'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK05GwhWWII/AAAAAAAAAB4/v66DAiDu8rg/s72-c/shot_1286140897612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-7788782551578155659</id><published>2010-10-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:02:21.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew &amp; Michelle's Funtime Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little late reporting this, but Andrew and I got married! We planned, directed, funded, and executed the most&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKakIkluf2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nBFtmTI4Jw/s1600/hartman-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523282460184313698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKakIkluf2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nBFtmTI4Jw/s200/hartman-35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outrageous wedding we could ever dream up, and it turned out to be everything we dreamed it would be and more. We got engaged in November and had meetings almost every Sunday afternoon until every detail was planned. We started off wanting to have a play in which couples we know play the roles of us through various stages of our courtship. This resulted in us having to do a lot of writing, and realizing that our dating st&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKajcednZ_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fPWiOFVXlWA/s1600/hartman-106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523281702625437682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKajcednZ_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/fPWiOFVXlWA/s200/hartman-106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ory is not that interesting as a stage play. We decided to invite our wedding guests to perform a talent show in honor of us. In the end, we had our nieces dance to a Hannah Montana song, Laura ride on a bicycle with Maxwell in a basket, Ashley do a reading from the Velveteen Rabbit, my mom sing a childhood lullabye, Scott &amp;amp; Sandy dance a sexy tango, Chris play the guitar and sing, and Andrew's cousin roast us! Then we ope&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKajxLVLICI/AAAAAAAAABY/2_qdKQteSVE/s1600/hartman-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523282058267009058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKajxLVLICI/AAAAAAAAABY/2_qdKQteSVE/s200/hartman-225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ned the curtain and had a 2-minute sweethearts forever ceremony that I thought was just darling. I will keep this as short as possible, but the details I was most proud of included keeping everything within a reasonable budget; bridesmaid dresses from Target clearance, Kristy designing and letterpressing the coolest invites ever, Emily making flowers, flags, and pinwheels, and hiring some locals to create a marching band that lead a parade of our loved ones down Kirkwood. Then the Dynamics played a wonderful reception with some very tasty Chick-fil-a foods. In retrospect, we are so glad we planned everything we ever wanted in a wedding, even the far-fetched ideas. I couldn't have imagined a more perfect day shared with all of our favorite people! &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/2468945318224363930-7788782551578155659?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/7788782551578155659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/andrew-michelles-funtime-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7788782551578155659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/7788782551578155659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/10/andrew-michelles-funtime-wedding.html' title='Andrew &amp; Michelle&apos;s Funtime Wedding'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TKakIkluf2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nBFtmTI4Jw/s72-c/hartman-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-2889162561307841149</id><published>2010-09-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:48:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're #1! ...in Oolitic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI104qowtJI/AAAAAAAAABA/3tXhA4hasfk/s1600/shot_1284246284799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516193635465475218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI104qowtJI/AAAAAAAAABA/3tXhA4hasfk/s320/shot_1284246284799.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very relaxing weekend. My friend Mandy's dog, Lola, came to stay with us all weekend, so Maxwell has been very entertained. Saturday morning I went to Pygmalion and bought some watercolor paints and blank postcards so we can document our honeymoon memories via watercolor. Then I drove to Bedford and got an Annette Morris honeymoon pedicure special, followed by an appearance in the Oolitic Parade. The Funtime Band was in full swing, and mom and I rode on the back of the truck and played cowbell and tambourine and threw candy, and had a grand time. I got to pet a baby pig that was all wrapped up in a towel. We won a giant trophy for being the #1 float in the entire parade, and it was nice to see Sweet Cheeks so happy (see above photo with his parade day hair). I got a little nervous when Andrew brought the trophy home and put it on the mantle, but then I suggested that it go in Jim's china cabinet with all of the other Funtime awards, and peace was restored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-2889162561307841149?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/2889162561307841149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-1-in-oolitic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2889162561307841149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/2889162561307841149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-1-in-oolitic.html' title='We&apos;re #1! ...in Oolitic'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI104qowtJI/AAAAAAAAABA/3tXhA4hasfk/s72-c/shot_1284246284799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-6866436442214031321</id><published>2010-09-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:36:50.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Order the Same Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI1yHlfd6SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GdNfzXsB1fg/s1600/shot_1284139212141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516190593247471906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI1yHlfd6SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GdNfzXsB1fg/s320/shot_1284139212141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I met with Kevin and Steve for our Every Second Thursday lunch. We are trying to switch up our locations, so this week we went to Roots on the square, which was deliciously earthy. I had the portobello sandwich with spinach and cheese and sweet potato fries. My first inclination was to order the black bean burger but Kevin and Steve already ordered it and I don't like to order the same thing as someone else at the table, so I can try as many foods as possible. In retrospect, I should have gotten that black bean burger. I decided from that moment on that I would stop living by my "never order the same thing" rule. Andrew and I went to La Cha last night and I wasn't ready to order but I was starving so I pretended I knew what I wanted so the waiter wouldn't have to come back. I just ordered what Andrew got because it sounded pretty good, and then we decided that was ridiculous that we had two burritos, two quesadillas, and two orders of beans between us. I have reversed my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468945318224363930-6866436442214031321?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/6866436442214031321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-order-same-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6866436442214031321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/6866436442214031321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-order-same-thing.html' title='Never Order the Same Thing'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TI1yHlfd6SI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GdNfzXsB1fg/s72-c/shot_1284139212141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-8791382190913115771</id><published>2010-09-08T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:17:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smokies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1uvQUKoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U8XMTvm2hDI/s1600/shot_1283727141882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514716820790323842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1uvQUKoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U8XMTvm2hDI/s320/shot_1283727141882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1o9NxztI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TU5jGrD-xzc/s1600/shot_1283725854229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514716721458564818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1o9NxztI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TU5jGrD-xzc/s320/shot_1283725854229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1guNMCnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/f5Lwm5Z15_A/s1600/shot_1283725056499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514716579990604402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1guNMCnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/f5Lwm5Z15_A/s320/shot_1283725056499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew and I went on our 4th annual Labor Day trip this past weekend. It seems like we have been doing this every year, because we have grown so close to our group of friends. Each year we try to go somewhere different, but we like to keep the cabin/woods/antler chandelier theme consistent. This year we went to Gatlinburg, which I like to refer to as "the Smokies." There were nine of us this year, and we both agree that this was the best cabin trip ever. Andrew and I arrived at about one in the morning on Friday. We dropped Max off at my parents house and headed south, stopping for only one detour at a Yelp-recommended Taco Tico establishment in Lexington. The first day, I third-wheeled it on a hike with Peter and Emily and we saw a BEAR! I chatted it up and watched the bear with another hiker who happened to be holding a bag of Captain D's food. Peter compared it to holding out a raw piece of salmon and saying, "do you think the bear can smell my food?" The next day we went white water rafting, and only lost two of our members overboard. Sunday brought about more hiking and a trip into Gatlinburg proper, which is as trashy as I remembered it. The pictures included in this post typify Gatlinburg to me; swords, dolls, sex shops, and angels a-plenty folks, but what a great place to be! Everywhere we went someone wanted to take our picture and then sell it to us for an astronomical rate. I talked Andrew into riding a sky-lift and it was cheesy and touristy but you couldn't really argue with the view. We met new people and smelled mountain air and ate lots of good foods. We formed a blue-grass band with two guitars, a mandolin, a banjo, a harmonica, and a WASHBOARD and stayed up late and laughed until it hurt. Best cabin trip ever!&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/2468945318224363930-8791382190913115771?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/8791382190913115771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/smokies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/8791382190913115771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/8791382190913115771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/09/smokies.html' title='The Smokies'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TIg1uvQUKoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U8XMTvm2hDI/s72-c/shot_1283727141882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468945318224363930.post-3960701417789284324</id><published>2010-08-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:14:49.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Deadline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/THp4vGsnbaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6dzahiP5QY/s1600/IMG_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510849844688154018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/THp4vGsnbaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6dzahiP5QY/s320/IMG_0778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been meaning to create a blog for a while now, but the responsibility of it all intimidated me. I also had a panic attack the first night I brought my precious dog, Captain Maxwell von Scrufflepaws (pictured running his first 5k), home for his one-week trial before committing to dog ownership. Long-term committment is very difficult for me at the beginning and then I take to it nicely. This blog might end up being 90% Maxwell stories and 10% of my own life, and I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I like the dandelion template that I have chosen or if it is too whimsical. I thought it would help add playfulness since my blog name contains the word "lethal." The name is an anagram for Michelle Hartman, my shiny new married name. LethalMimeRanch seemed a lot cooler than being &lt;a href="mailto:Michelle_Hartman198374646@gmail.com"&gt;Michelle_Hartman198374646@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have asked my friends Steve and Kevin to commit to a once-a-month lunch to keep in touch, every second Thursday of the month. Steve and I agreed to create blogs before our next lunch together, which is next week. I might have issues with long-term responsibility, but I never miss a deadline. &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/2468945318224363930-3960701417789284324?l=lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/feeds/3960701417789284324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-deadline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/3960701417789284324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468945318224363930/posts/default/3960701417789284324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lethalmimeranch.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-deadline.html' title='Blog Deadline'/><author><name>girlidontknow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13635187850529110996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/TK56cH8_KzI/AAAAAAAAACI/H-lHtXl1RYM/S220/shot_1285201554270.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3G6TgIt6c4/THp4vGsnbaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e6dzahiP5QY/s72-c/IMG_0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
