<?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-25840467</id><updated>2011-12-13T10:03:41.073-08:00</updated><category term='grand canyon'/><category term='bridge'/><category term='creepy'/><title type='text'>Life's Good</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-4271996499501175273</id><published>2008-06-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:01:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted any readers out there to know that I am starting a new blog since I am starting a new stage of my life. If you would like to keep up with us, the new blog is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayleybarnett.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-4271996499501175273?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/4271996499501175273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=4271996499501175273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4271996499501175273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4271996499501175273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog.html' title='New blog...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-2061523227549924281</id><published>2008-03-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:41:30.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HERE'S HOW YOU PLAY. ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED YOU HAVE TO WRITE A BLOG OF TEN WEIRD, RANDOM THINGS, FACTS OR HABITS ABOUT YOURSELF. AT THE END, YOU CHOOSE TEN PEOPLE TO BE TAGGED, LISTING THEIR NAMES AND WHY YOU CHOSE THEM TO BE TAGGED. DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE THEM A COMMENT "YOU'RE IT" AND TO READ YOUR BLOG. YOU CAN'T TAG THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU. SINCE YOU CAN'T TAG THAT PERSON BACK, LET HIM OR HER KNOW WHEN YOU'VE POSTED YOUR BLOG SO HE OR SHE CAN READ YOUR ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate the grocery store...with a passion. It takes such a large chunck out of your day to go wandering up and down numerous aisles, dodging endless carts and attempting to avoid knocking down any displays. Not to mention the fact that I get completely distracted and end up getting more than I need...even when I have a list to work from.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't really like to talk on the phone. (Yes, I realize this a strange thing for a female to say, but I just really don't like it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. I am addicted to reality television--particularly anything on Bravo. &lt;br /&gt;4. I want to live in Spain. Doesn't really matter where...except Madrid. Just another big city like any other. I need something with a little more personality. &lt;br /&gt;5. I have increasingly become shyer (sp?) over the past few years. I used to be really outgoing, but I have gotten to where I just enjoy quiet time spent reading, watching television, or sitting outside.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the show Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern. It's completely gross, but intriguing as well. &lt;br /&gt;7. I am so excited about my honeymoon coming, but I cringe everytime I think of putting on a bathing suit in front of anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;8. I could live the rest of my life in pajama pants and be completely thrilled about it. There is nothing better than lounging around in pajama pants. &lt;br /&gt;9. I have way too many toiletry products than any one person should have. And I don't use them all. I just feel better knowing that I have them in case the need arises. &lt;br /&gt;10. I love the smell of clean laundry, even though I'm not crazy about the process it takes to actually achieve that smell. If I had to choose one thing I could smell the rest of my life and nothing else, it would be clean laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this, go ahead. I am not tagging any person in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-2061523227549924281?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/2061523227549924281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=2061523227549924281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2061523227549924281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2061523227549924281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-how-you-play.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-5952919356424367756</id><published>2008-03-04T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:43:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to the Chapel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/chapel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/boathouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thewatersal.com/Images/amenities_photos/boathouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I would let everyone know what is going on in the world of wedding planning. I am about 2 months away from all of this happening, and it feels like there is more and more to do every single day. This past weekend, my mom came up and we went shopping for clothes to wear to all my showers and such. We had a lot of fun and I have to say that my mom is probably one of the most efficient shoppers out there. We literally found all of my outfits in one two-hour spree. She's pretty amazing when it comes to that stuff. Besides that, it was just good to hang out with her this weekend. On Saturday we went shopping for veils. I completely forgot that it is now PROM season and all of the stores are packed with girls trying on skimpy dresses. Seriously, it's amazing what they wear now...two-piece things that show all kinds of cleavage, stomach, and other parts that should not be seen in public. After trying on what felt like 800 veils, we found one that is really pretty. I also tried on my actual dress, which feels about 10 sizes too big. Good thing the ladies that do alterations can work miracles. &lt;br /&gt;I have almost completed registering, which I will say has been an interesting process. I am not very good at all the entertaining/party throwing stuff, so I naturally don't think of registering for things like trifle bowls and cake plates. Another reason my mom came in handy this weekend. She knows all about the world of parties. &lt;br /&gt;So, the dress has come in, the bridesmaid dresses are in, the band has been booked, the music picked out, invitations are in and being addressed....it's all coming together. Only part I don't know too much about is where we are actually going to live and work. (At least the wedding is situated--I have to have my priorities in order! ;)  Anyway, here are a few pictures of where the wedding is. I am really excited about it and think that it's going to be really pretty. Hope all is well in your world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-5952919356424367756?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/5952919356424367756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=5952919356424367756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/5952919356424367756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/5952919356424367756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2008/03/goin-to-chapel.html' title='Goin&apos; to the Chapel...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6399642846957959595</id><published>2008-01-09T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:15:47.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest of 2007...</title><content type='html'>So is anyone still out there that actually reads this? I haven't updated in quite some time so I might have lost anyone out there that might have checked up periodically. Whatever the case, I felt the need to update everyone out there on what has been going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;First things first--I still hate my job but have learned to accept it and realize that everyday is one day closer to being finished. I survived the first half, so hopefully this semester will go by quickly. I just have to keep looking forward to the next holiday or day off. &lt;br /&gt;Along with the misery that goes/went along with my job, I have been suffering from clincal depression for the past few months, which is what has kept me so quiet. Things have been rough around here, but are finally starting to look better. I don't know what I would have done without Ray's love and support to pull me through, although I'm not quite sure WHY he is still here after being put through hell and back. I know everyone says the first year of marriage is hardest, but if we could get through what we did the past few months and still be ok, I think we'll be ok. &lt;br /&gt;Ray finished his first semester of graduate school at MTSU and although it was tough, he made it through with all A's. &lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are coming along. The dress and bridesmaid dresses are ordered. The place is set and we have been coming up with design ideas. Invitations have been ordered. The next step is music. No major problems throughout the planning process, which is great. &lt;br /&gt;Ray and I were in Montgomery for several days for Christmas and stayed with my family. We had such a good time. Went bowling, watched movies, did puzzles, played games, etc. Then we headed down to Orlando to visit a good friend of mine from Auburn. We spent New Year's there and we were able to relax and just enjoy ourselves. I did get a digital camera for Christmas but haven't been able to set it up on the computer. I will try to get pictures up at some point. Anyway, I guess that's enough rambling for now. Hope everyone enjoyed their holiday and are finding 2008 to be better than 2007 thus far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6399642846957959595?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6399642846957959595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6399642846957959595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6399642846957959595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6399642846957959595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2008/01/rest-of-2007.html' title='Rest of 2007...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-2961543774762882953</id><published>2007-10-18T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:42:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My classroom</title><content type='html'>So our school has joined up with Office Max in their program "Adopt-A-Classroom." I thought I would post a link to my page in case any of you are interested. It is basically donations that will go to a specific teacher/classroom for any supplies that they might need. So anyway, here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://adoptaclassroom.org/adoption/Locator_Adopt_Donate.aspx?ClassroomID=52769&amp;schoolID=20178' target=_blank &gt;&lt;img src='http://Adoptaclassroom.org/images/logo-for-teacher-desktop.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-2961543774762882953?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/2961543774762882953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=2961543774762882953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2961543774762882953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2961543774762882953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-classroom.html' title='My classroom'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6314825117769328469</id><published>2007-10-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:00:30.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who is your man? Raymond T. Barnett&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together? 1 year or so&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date? Maybe around 7 months&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? 35...yeah he's quite a bit older than I am&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? Uh for sure him.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first? I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? Pretty sure him by at least a foot&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? I don't know...he's got a pretty good voice.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? We're both smart, but he can rock some trivia like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? Definitely mine.&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? Both of us. &lt;br /&gt; 12. Who takes out the garbage? He does. &lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Neither yet...still sleeping in our own beds. &lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? We still have seperate bills...hmmm guess this survey would be better if we were actually married.&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer? He is...he used to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn? If we HAD one, he would.&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner? Hate to admit it...but he does. He is a much better cook than I am.&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together? He does...I think he likes the control.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out? we both do...we'll swap it out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt; 20. Who is more stubborn? Definitely me.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Probably him...that's never been one of my strong suits.&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. His live in Texas, and his dad is in Iraq right now.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first? Actually I think I did...although I acted like it was no big deal and it was like a little peck...not very romantic, but definitely took the pressure off of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out? He did...to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed? He did.&lt;br /&gt; 26. Who is more sensitive? We both can be...but I definitely cry more.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends? Probably me. I tend to be the social butterfly of the two.&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? We both have 2. &lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family? I dont know...I guess we both kind of do. We try to handle things together...although it doesn't work sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6314825117769328469?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6314825117769328469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6314825117769328469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6314825117769328469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6314825117769328469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-970756613112590698</id><published>2007-10-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:25:09.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A question....</title><content type='html'>Is is wrong to hate a job SO MUCH that you countdown nearly every hour until the weekend begins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-970756613112590698?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/970756613112590698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=970756613112590698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/970756613112590698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/970756613112590698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/10/question.html' title='A question....'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-867147147496056594</id><published>2007-09-26T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:28:08.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive....I swear</title><content type='html'>So it has been quite some time since I have written on this thing, but I have had a rather good excuse. I am now a teacher in the American public school systems (aka Paperwork Central). Let's just say that as teachers, we spend more time filing and writing paperwork than we do actually teaching. Doesn't sound quite right, does it? However, that is the nature of the beast. My day begins at 6:15 every morning, frantically trying to get ready so that I can leave the house before 7--just so I can make it to school, which starts at 8? Oh no...8:45! I have to be up and out the door nearly 2 hours before my work day "officially" begins. I am then at school until at least 4:15, although on many days, I have been staying until 5-6pm. You would think that my work would be over after TEN hours, but oh no...I still have grading that I must do at home! I used to think that teachers went to school for their allotted 6 hours and then went home to enjoy the rest of their day. I was more wrong than I can believe. All of you out there that ARE teachers, I feel your pain. Those of you out there with children who have teachers, thank them for what they do. It's a crazy crazy job, but I guess someone has to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-867147147496056594?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/867147147496056594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=867147147496056594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/867147147496056594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/867147147496056594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-alivei-swear.html' title='I&apos;m alive....I swear'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-572208003695300003</id><published>2007-07-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:56:38.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts and Lasts</title><content type='html'>Ok so I decided to do this after reading Laura and Ashley's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Memory: I can't remember much from when I was really young, but I do remember busting my chin open in preschool (I think) and having to get stitches, and then I did it again at Dalraida pool trying to learn how to dive backwards. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Real Kiss: Ummm I think it was a boy from church (and I can't remember his name) when we were on a retreat at Gatlinburg. It's really horrible that I can't remember his name. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Concert: It was probably New Kids on the Block...and we had to leave early because one of them started to take his shirt off during the concert. Mom wasn't too pleased with that so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Love: probably Todd Gilliland...anyone who went to church with me at that time knows about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: oh man I dont remember...it changed daily I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Thing you Think of in the Morning: I don't WANNA get up. (and yes, I realize that I sound like a five-year-old when I do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Book you remember loving: Goodnight Moon (nice, Laura!) I think I heard that thousands of times when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question you'd ask in heaven: There isn't just one questions...there are numerous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Callie Gentry and Wendy Daniel were my best girl friends, and Andrew Greene was probably best guy friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Dressed Up: Probably for church. I don't dress up too often besides that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Book You Read: I just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (excellent!) and am in the process of reading The First Days of School by Harry Wong (mainly about how to keep things sane during those first crucial days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You Bought: Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried: Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie You Saw: In the theaters: Ratatouille. At home: Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Told Someone You Love them: Earlier today to Ray and to my parents (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Funny thing you did: I don't remember...I don't think I've done anything too amusing in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing You watched on TV: I have been watching my Season Two DVDs of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-572208003695300003?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/572208003695300003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=572208003695300003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/572208003695300003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/572208003695300003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/07/firsts-and-lasts.html' title='Firsts and Lasts'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-587125714316098446</id><published>2007-07-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:24:18.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New things happenin'</title><content type='html'>So I guess that it's time for another update. I really wish I could be more creative with this whole blog thing. I read all kinds of interesting things that other people post and it seems all I ever do is update you all on my life. I will try to improve upon this promptly. Anyway, I am now living in Nashville again (yay!) It's good to be back, although definitely different than the last time I was here. I don't have many friends to hang out with much like I used to. Most have either gotten married or moved away so it's a little lonely at times. Hopefully I will be able to meet more people once we find a church and once I start my new job. Speaking of jobs, I have been working at Olive Garden near my house, which I haven't really liked. I don't really have much in common with the people there, and I have decided to stop working there come the end of next week. I will be starting at Goodlettsville Middle school once the new year starts. I will be teaching Spanish and Geography (although mainly Geography, which I don't know much about!) It should be interesting to say the least. I also interviewed this past week with Belmont University to be an adjunct instructor there teaching a class at night, but don't know yet whether I got the job or not. Hopefully I will hear something within the next week. &lt;br /&gt;Not only have I moved to a new place, started a new job (maybe 2) I have also started the process of premarital counseling. Coincidentally, the man that is working with us (Paul Cates) actually married my parents. Strange, yet I think it's a neat twist. I don't know how many times we will meet, but I am excited to learn more not only about Ray, but about myself and how to cope with our differences. We will also be starting Financial Peace here in the next month. Alot of things going on, not to mention planning a wedding. All of it is a bit overwhelming and quite honestly, stresses me out a little (ok, a LOT). Other than that, I spend most of my time with Ray, hanging out and watching tv. I know, I know. Not super interesting, but it's my life as I know it right now. Hope everyone is happy and well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-587125714316098446?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/587125714316098446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=587125714316098446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/587125714316098446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/587125714316098446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-things-happenin.html' title='New things happenin&apos;'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-3522691550894146364</id><published>2007-06-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:03:01.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things about myself</title><content type='html'>So I saw this on Sara and Dinah's blogs and decided to try it...mainly just to see if I could think of 50 things to say about myself. Apparently when I am done, I am supposed to tag other people to do the same. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really hate Spanish literature...yet have a Masters degree in that area.&lt;br /&gt;2) I would rather sit at home all day and watch tv instead of going to work.&lt;br /&gt;3) I could watch the movie "Elf" over and over and never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;4) I still haven't unpacked my clothes from boxes yet...a week after moving in.&lt;br /&gt;5) I am a reality TV junkie. Seriously. Some favorites: Project Runway, Top Chef, Shear Genius, The Bachelor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have never seen any of the original Star Wars, Indiana Jones, or Godfather movies....and have no desire to.&lt;br /&gt;7) I have absolutely no idea what I want when it comes to planning my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;8) I have a weakness for movies that star Hugh Grant.&lt;br /&gt;9) My dream job: travel around the world like Samantha Brown (Passport to Europe girl) and find fun things to do in foreign countries/cities.&lt;br /&gt;10) I like to open other peoples' presents. (Just ask anyone in my family)&lt;br /&gt;11) I have a horrible temper, which I am trying desperately to fix.&lt;br /&gt;12) I cannot stand olives, raw onions, sweet potatoes or mayonnaise. &lt;br /&gt;13) I'm really bad at basketball (in fact, I was cut from the team in the 9th grade...I was probably one of the oldest girls trying out)&lt;br /&gt;14) I'm not that athletic...I realized that I sort of faked my way through highschool.&lt;br /&gt;15) I want to learn Italian and Portuguese in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;16) I love having projects to do, but rarely ever finish them.&lt;br /&gt;17) I am quite possibly one of the messiest people that I know.&lt;br /&gt;18) I get bored very easily. I think I have developed a severe case of ADD.&lt;br /&gt;19) My first job was at the movie theater....vest, bow tie and all.&lt;br /&gt;20) I have no sense of style whatsoever. I would rather wear blue jeans and tshirts any day over other kinds of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;21) I will readily admit that I Loooooove Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;22) I hate to-do lists and never get everything accomplished that I write down.&lt;br /&gt;23) I hate living in warm/hot areas...which is ironic due to the fact that I have lived in the South all my life. &lt;br /&gt;24) I have an unnatural fear of cockroaches and lizards. &lt;br /&gt;25) I always intend to eat leftovers, but actually never do.&lt;br /&gt;26) I'm not a touchy-feely person. I used to be, but somewhere down the line, that disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;27) I have had several nicknames through the years: "Hays" "Hayles" "Hayleykins" "Hale-bop" "Hayley-Bailey" and "Darla."&lt;br /&gt;28) Although I sing in public a lot, I have a huge case of stagefright, which I believe comes from horrible incident at the Landmark talent show when I was six and performing a song from "Oliver."&lt;br /&gt;29) I have no idea how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;30) I am not very disciplined and am extremely unorganized (making it very interesting that I am teacher).&lt;br /&gt;31) I want an international family like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;32) I sometimes wish I had gone into music as a profession.&lt;br /&gt;33) I can't ride rollercoasters that just go up and down. It has to have flips and twists in order for me to get on.&lt;br /&gt;34) I am completely apathetic towards all things political.&lt;br /&gt;35) I am terrified of being a wife and mother. I'm very afraid that I won't be good at either.&lt;br /&gt;36) I am extremely ticklish and will get violent if someone tries to test this fact.&lt;br /&gt;37) I am not very good at sitting down and reading the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;38) I get ridiculously happy when I am singing at the top of my lungs and dancing in the car.&lt;br /&gt;39) I have tried to keep a journal, but now have about 6 different journals with about 3-4 entries in each.&lt;br /&gt;40) I will be old and gray and still be laughing at people falling. There is nothing funnier to me.&lt;br /&gt;41) The whole idea of wearing a huge wedding dress and having all eyes on me makes me feel a little nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;42) I almost can't stand the wait for the new Harry Potter book.&lt;br /&gt;43) My dream is to live in Europe. (Spain to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;44) I cry. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;45) I get really scared when driving over bridges. I feel as if I am going to go flying over the edge and crash into the water.&lt;br /&gt;46) I have never used my checkbook register...not once in the 10+ years of having a checking account.&lt;br /&gt;47) I have the best family in the world.&lt;br /&gt;48) I am blessed to have met a wonderful man who loves me and finds joy in taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;49) I couldn't be happier than when I am surrounded by the people that I care about.&lt;br /&gt;50) I am tired of this little game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I tag Ashley, Jon, and Mitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-3522691550894146364?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/3522691550894146364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=3522691550894146364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3522691550894146364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3522691550894146364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-things-about-myself.html' title='50 Things about myself'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-8985048417494257599</id><published>2007-05-31T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:08:21.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding website</title><content type='html'>So we now have a wedding website with some info on it...at least tentative info. There will be changes made once things are decided and all that. Oh and for those that wanted to know...my new name will be Hayley Barnett. Thanks for all the kind words and well wishes. We both appreciate all the support that everyone has shown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;website: http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/view/co_main.aspx?coupleid=6949146808770305&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-8985048417494257599?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/8985048417494257599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=8985048417494257599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/8985048417494257599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/8985048417494257599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-website.html' title='Wedding website'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-3618554553998225000</id><published>2007-05-24T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:28:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I figured since the word is probably getting out pretty quickly, that I would go ahead and post this for everyone...I'm getting married next May! Ray went and talked to my parents and has everyone's approval so we have just started the planning phase of the wedding. It's very minimal right now but I'm excited anyhow. I don't know how many will be there, but I am wanting it to be on the smaller side...but I don't know if that is actually going to happen considering the amount of people my family knows. Anyway, just thought some of you out there would like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-3618554553998225000?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/3618554553998225000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=3618554553998225000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3618554553998225000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3618554553998225000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-i-figured-since-word-is-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6800955517568223841</id><published>2007-04-26T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:12:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>So today was my official last day of graduate classes and I am so glad it's all over. I still have one paper to finish and my only final to take next week, but I am pretty much done. I will graduate on Thursday May 10. I'm just so glad to finally get this degree under my belt and move to the next stage. As for the job situation, I have not found one yet, and the frustration is starting to reach an all-time high. I am being considered for an instructor position at MTSU, but haven't heard anything yet. I also have a phone interview coming up with the Child Support Services of Tennessee. Other than that, I will interview with the public school system up there and if worse comes to worse, I will do that. Other than that, the plan so far is stay here in Auburn until my lease ends at the end of June and continue working for Niffer's. After that, who knows? Anyway, time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6800955517568223841?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6800955517568223841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6800955517568223841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6800955517568223841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6800955517568223841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-2697117087751489432</id><published>2007-04-02T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:00:59.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQlzJeSB0dM/RhF884gl2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y7t74W8Tlyw/s1600-h/hotcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQlzJeSB0dM/RhF884gl2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y7t74W8Tlyw/s320/hotcouple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048954042662116066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, here it is. It's the only one I have, so you'll have to pardon the fact that he isn't looking at the camera. So now all you curious folk out there can see a picture of the man in my life. He's wonderful! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah and let's not even talk about how horrible this picture is of me...it's the only one he likes of himself.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-2697117087751489432?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/2697117087751489432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=2697117087751489432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2697117087751489432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2697117087751489432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-awaited-picture.html' title='Long awaited picture...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qQlzJeSB0dM/RhF884gl2uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y7t74W8Tlyw/s72-c/hotcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6768178413100507002</id><published>2007-03-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:49:02.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...yeah I still get one at 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.militaryreunionplanners.com/images/Nashville%20Skyline%20at%20Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.militaryreunionplanners.com/images/Nashville%20Skyline%20at%20Night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photohome.com/pictures/texas-pictures/houston/downtown-houston-4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.photohome.com/pictures/texas-pictures/houston/downtown-houston-4a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston and Nashville here I come! &lt;br /&gt;So I am leaving today for "Spring Break" although it's definitely not the wild and crazy kind that most kids are having. I will be heading out to Houston to meet the boyfriend's family...eek. Needless to say, I'm a bit nervous but it should be fun. Gonna go shopping at the Galleria and eat at lots of good places. Can't wait! Then it's onto Nashville. Ray and I will be staying with Elizabeth, my old college roommate, and her husband out in Murfreesboro. We will be looking for jobs and places to live, etc. Not exactly a "fun" trip since there will be much to do, but I am so looking forward to getting out of Auburn! No, I won't be spending my week at the beach, but I'm not gonna complain at all about getting to travel. Anyway, that's about it for now. Time to finish packing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6768178413100507002?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6768178413100507002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6768178413100507002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6768178413100507002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6768178413100507002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-breakyeah-i-still-get-one-at-26.html' title='Spring Break...yeah I still get one at 26'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-3640991085001807994</id><published>2007-03-20T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:10:35.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><title type='text'>ohhhh heck no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070320/070320_canyon_hlg_6p.hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070320/070320_canyon_hlg_6p.hlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you have already seen this on the news, but let me just emphasize the sheer amount of fear I have in regards to this unbelievably ridiculous idea: the glass floored bridge spanning the width of the Grand Canyon. Has anyone ever been on one of those rope courses for team building and you are required to slither across two ropes attached to trees face down from one platform to the other? Yeah, this is like that on crack. There is no way that anyone could ever get me to try that bridge. Can you imagine staring down at the Colorado River from 4000 feet above? Yeah right. Thats just crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-3640991085001807994?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/3640991085001807994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=3640991085001807994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3640991085001807994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/3640991085001807994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohhhh-heck-no.html' title='ohhhh heck no!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-1076151872403148981</id><published>2007-03-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:52:37.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome concert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wma.com/josh_groban/imgs/Josh_groban_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wma.com/josh_groban/imgs/Josh_groban_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I went to Atlanta with Ray, Mom and Dad to see Josh Groban at Philips Arena and it was excellent I have to say. The set was really impressive with graphics that were stunning to look at. Not only that, but he had one of the best violinists playing with him who broke it down with a Led Zeppelin song. He was surrounded by awesome musicians and of course, it was amazing to sit there and listen to his voice. I could probably listen to him all day and never tire of it. He finally brought out the choir to sing with him during "Raise me up", which brought down the house. Anyway, if any of you get a chance to see him in concert...do it. You'll be glad that were able to witness an amazing musician (yes, he plays the piano AND drums!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-1076151872403148981?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/1076151872403148981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=1076151872403148981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1076151872403148981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1076151872403148981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/awesome-concert.html' title='Awesome concert...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-2248039117318470457</id><published>2007-03-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:38:12.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are in...</title><content type='html'>So I got my test results back, and let's just say I am HAPPY!!! I only failed about 1.5 out of 10...which is awesome! I will retake those on April 10 and then will be good to go on graduation. Looks like all the studying paid off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-2248039117318470457?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/2248039117318470457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=2248039117318470457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2248039117318470457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/2248039117318470457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/results-are-in.html' title='Results are in...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6497671136318555377</id><published>2007-03-09T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:02:18.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_3/foxm11_8961413d942f548pafwl11" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6497671136318555377?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6497671136318555377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6497671136318555377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6497671136318555377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6497671136318555377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-1813135947972471247</id><published>2007-03-04T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:40:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go...</title><content type='html'>TESTS THIS WEEK! (please please please pray!) Hope I know everything I'm supposed to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-1813135947972471247?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/1813135947972471247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=1813135947972471247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1813135947972471247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1813135947972471247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-here-we-go.html' title='And here we go...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-4233243583526799730</id><published>2007-02-27T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:43:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way out of control</title><content type='html'>Most girls know what I'm talking about...yes, that would be my emotions that are way out of control. Obviously, the stress that I am under and have been feeling for the past 2 months is starting to get to me. I have cried more this past week than in a long time. Not fun. I have never worked so hard for anything in my life, yet I feel like I am going blind into these tests and that I don't know anything. Academics have always been easy to me, and I sailed through highschool and undergrad. Hardly lifted a finger. Not so here. It seems like everything I am reading/studying is going in my brain for a millisecond and then leaving. I can't recall much of anything at this point. I will be sooo glad when this is all over!&lt;br /&gt;To add onto this stress, I realized this past week that I will never step foot in the house that I grew up in again. My parents have been building a new house for a while now, and I knew that the time would come that it would be time to leave, but it came faster than I was expecting. I have no time to go home now due to all the studying and it being crunch time (6 1/2 days!). My parents move on Friday and I will never see the inside of the house that I love so much again. I know its just a material object, but there are thousands upon thousands of memories that I have made there. So I've cried about that part too this week.&lt;br /&gt;And yet one more thing---the job hunt. After working so hard for this degree, I am finding it hard to locate a job that will be worth all the hard work and studying. I don't want to keep working in these small jobs that I have been doing for the past several years. Yes, I can always teach...but I HAVE to get away from that for a little while. So no surprise...the tears have come over that.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days of this stress and it will all be over. I will either be graduating in May OR I will be coming back in the fall to retake my tests and go through this all over again. Let's hope for the first option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-4233243583526799730?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/4233243583526799730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=4233243583526799730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4233243583526799730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4233243583526799730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/02/way-out-of-control.html' title='Way out of control'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-934932637164303826</id><published>2007-02-15T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:15:06.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or alive??!?!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/Ellen-Pompeo-as-Meredith-Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/Ellen-Pompeo-as-Meredith-Grey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate having to wait a whole week to see if Meredith Grey actually dies. And I really hate that a TV show has this much effect on me. But I can't help it...I'm obsessed.&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/25840467-934932637164303826?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/934932637164303826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=934932637164303826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/934932637164303826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/934932637164303826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or alive??!?!??'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-8106592013303832595</id><published>2007-02-11T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:32:31.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 23 days left...</title><content type='html'>....of studying! I have been reading and studying so much spanish literature that it is now haunting my sleep. I have names, definitions, etc. running through my head at all times. Not so much fun. Again, please please please keep me in your prayers and pray that I pass these exams or there will be no graduating for me this May. Not the end of the world, but I sure wouldn't want to come back for a week next fall just to take these exams all over again. To top it all off, I have been sick with a stomach virus almost all week. Apparently there is all kinds of nastiness going around and I hope this is all I will have to suffer through. Another little piece of information...after looking around at many different places to move, I am about 95% sure that I will be moving back to Nashville once the semester ends. Ray will be changing programs and will be starting at MTSU in the fall and hopefully I will find a job. Anyway, I am excited to be heading back to Nashvegas once this all ends. Sorry for the boring post...just procrastinating a little before my next study group starts. Hope everyone is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-8106592013303832595?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/8106592013303832595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=8106592013303832595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/8106592013303832595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/8106592013303832595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-23-days-left.html' title='Only 23 days left...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-6720500884912685329</id><published>2007-01-15T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:51:45.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Literature....ugh.</title><content type='html'>So I have now entered into the final semester of grad school. Some might think that I am in the home stretch, and I am, but it's the absolute WORST semester of grad school. In about 6 1/2 weeks, I will have to complete a series of 10 comprehensive exams over everything ever written in Spanish (novels, poetry, plays, etc.) In order to graduate, I MUST pass these exams. Talk about some stress. Anyway, I will probably be out of the loop for the next 2 months and now you know why. I will be checking in with all of you on your blogs, but will probably not be posting my own. There just isn't enough time in the day. Keep me in your prayers...not only that I pass the exams, but that I maintain my sanity while I am spending my days cramming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-6720500884912685329?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/6720500884912685329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=6720500884912685329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6720500884912685329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/6720500884912685329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2007/01/spanish-literatureugh.html' title='Spanish Literature....ugh.'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-1399462550261994653</id><published>2006-12-12T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:04:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So at the request of Ashley, I have decided to dedicate a blog toward the new relationship in my life. Those of you that are in Montgomery have probably seen Ray once at church, but will hopefully be seeing him more in the future. Just some basics--he is from Houston, is in the PhD. history program here at Auburn, and lives with one of the guys in my own program (which is how we met). He has been in the military before (long time ago), is a pilot, and wants to work for the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C. Geez, I feel like I am writing an ad for a dating service. I don't really know what else to say without coming across as a total sap, but he makes me laugh alot, treats me really well (he sent me flowers the other day! ;-) and he gets along with all of my friends and family. We are both going to start coming to Vaughn Park some more since I haven't found a church that I like here in Auburn. So anyway, I know it's not that interesting, but I really had nothing else to write on at the moment so I took Ash's advice. Pictures will be coming later...after Christmas probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-1399462550261994653?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/1399462550261994653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=1399462550261994653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1399462550261994653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/1399462550261994653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-at-request-of-ashley-i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-4077197635848358449</id><published>2006-12-05T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:20:26.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...no more papers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jjsierra.com/images/otherstuff/cartoon/ecstatic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jjsierra.com/images/otherstuff/cartoon/ecstatic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am FINALLY through with all of my papers for this semester, and I have to say it feels GOOD! Only one final to go...then I'm in my last semester of grad school. WOOHOO! Thought it would never get here. Other than that, there is not much going on around here. Am looking forward to seeing some movies once I get done with all this work. Am really wanting to see "Holiday" with Cameron Diaz, Jack Black, Kate Winslet and Jude Law. Looks really cute. And I have heard that "Bobby" is really good, although sad. Will probably be spending most of my time before Christmas here in Auburn relaxing and starting to study for my comprehensive exams that I will have next semester. Will be coming to Montgomery around the 23rd to go to "Beauty and the Beast" at the Shakespeare festival, which I heard is awesome...so I'm excited about that. Ray will be spending Christmas with my family, so he will get to witness the craziness that is the Entrekin family. Games and movies galore for 4 days or so. For any of you that will be attending "Last Hour" down at the beach, I am looking forward to seeing some of you down there. I will be singing on the praise team with Mitch, but I do have to say that I feel like I will not know too many people there. It's been so long since I have been around any Montgomery people for any significant amount of time. Hopefully it will be a good time to catch up with some of you. On another note, I am getting closer and closer to being another year older...26. Never thought I would still be in school at this age, but I guess the longer I can put off becoming a "real adult" the better. If any of you read Ashley Mills' blog, be sure to read the one titled "Happy Birthmas." She has put into words what I have felt for the longest time. I totally feel your pain Ashley! :) Anyway, that's about it for now. Gonna go home and take a looong nap. It is very needed at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-4077197635848358449?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/4077197635848358449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=4077197635848358449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4077197635848358449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4077197635848358449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhhno-more-papers.html' title='Ahhhh...no more papers!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-4630879185269266162</id><published>2006-11-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:22:51.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't had anything to say in quite a while. Still don't have anything exciting going on. Am working on a paper over Thanksgiving break, so my life is full of fun right now. Hope everyone has a good holiday and stays safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-4630879185269266162?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/4630879185269266162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=4630879185269266162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4630879185269266162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/4630879185269266162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-5055015095674696955</id><published>2006-11-13T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:25:23.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired....want to sleep....the point of writing 20 page papers?....oh wait, there is no point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-5055015095674696955?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/5055015095674696955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=5055015095674696955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/5055015095674696955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/5055015095674696955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-116173302420190719</id><published>2006-10-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:43.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm gonna take a minute to make a very brief but public announcement--I am finally dating someone after 5 years. Crazy right? Anyway, it's very new, but he makes me happy and so far, everyone that has met him absolutely loves him. Please keep this in your prayers and we'll see what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-116173302420190719?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/116173302420190719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=116173302420190719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116173302420190719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116173302420190719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-im-gonna-take-minute-to-make-very.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-116092508750951467</id><published>2006-10-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR EAGLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://p.vtourist.com/1224315-Toomers_Corner_in_Auburn_after_a_football_victory-Auburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://p.vtourist.com/1224315-Toomers_Corner_in_Auburn_after_a_football_victory-Auburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my Auburn Tigers???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-116092508750951467?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/116092508750951467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=116092508750951467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116092508750951467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116092508750951467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/10/war-eagle.html' title='WAR EAGLE!!!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-116059920065879951</id><published>2006-10-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:42.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody tune into Bravo tonight to see the series finale for PROJECT RUNWAY!! I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.ocregister.com/stylescoop/archives/michael-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.ocregister.com/stylescoop/archives/michael-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/tv.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/tv_pix/bravo/project_runway_photos/jeffreysebelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/tv.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/tv_pix/bravo/project_runway_photos/jeffreysebelia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bravotv.com/_content/images/PR3_designer_ulrike.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.bravotv.com/_content/images/PR3_designer_ulrike.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/project_runway_S3/pr_laura_bennett_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/project_runway_S3/pr_laura_bennett_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-116059920065879951?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/116059920065879951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=116059920065879951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116059920065879951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/116059920065879951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/10/everybody-tune-into-bravo-tonight-to.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115923781139769143</id><published>2006-09-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:42.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm a little early in posting this, but I guess the earlier I get my name out there, the better. Just thought I would let everyone know that after May I will be getting back into the working world and am looking for a job translating in a hospital. If anyone has any contacts, please keep my name in mind for something like that. I am currently trying to narrow down where I am going to look, but for right now my preferences are Birmingham, Nashville, Atlanta, Charlotte, Dallas, and maybe Austin. Who knows what will happen, but if anyone hears about anything, let me know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115923781139769143?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115923781139769143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115923781139769143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115923781139769143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115923781139769143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/09/job-search.html' title='Job Search'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115899509720045179</id><published>2006-09-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:41.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh politics...how I loathe thee</title><content type='html'>I'm sure this post will not interest many people, but it's mainly a way for me to express what all is going on in my head. For the majority of my life, I have had no interest whatsoever in politics. I am very apathetic to it all. I have had a lot of trouble putting enough faith in a politician to lend my support to them, considering that they all have an agenda (a lot of times, a selfish one) and many of them lie to get ahead. Being a person that is aware of world issues (albeit those mainly concerning Spanish-speaking countries) I will admit to losing a lot of respect toward President Bush. I still maintain the mandatory respect that is required towards someone that is in office and making decisions for our country, but my support for him has dwindled since the recent events concerning immigration issues. How can someone in a position such as his, with these unbelievable amounts of resources at his fingertips, completely disregard those that have so much less than we in the United States do? Anyway, getting off of that soapbox, most of you have probably heard of the controversy this week concerning Hugo Chavez, the current dictator of Venezuela. At a general assembly meeting of the UN, Chavez accused Bush of basically being the devil incarnate. While there are several decisions Bush has made that I don't agree with and am somewhat ashamed of, it is interesting to hear what other people around the world have to say about our current political situation. My main problem with what Chavez said has nothing to do with Bush. In fact, I respect the way that Bush's advisors gave a response, saying that although it is all well and good to insulte our government in a forum like that, Chavez doesn't allow his own people to make those same critiques toward him or the government he runs. Throughout this whole situation, I keep thinking about the awesome ability we all have to have our own opinions and state them in the presence of whoever. We are allowed to worship our God without someone coming to knock on our door and take us away. We are allowed to criticize whatever decision that is made without any consequences. I am so thankful to be in a country like ours, although I can see that our country is in for a rude awakening the further and further away we go from being a light in the world (i.e. helping others out, showing compassion, being like Jesus). I thank God for the blessing He gave me to born here, and I pray constantly that our leaders will learn to be more like Him each and every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115899509720045179?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115899509720045179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115899509720045179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115899509720045179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115899509720045179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-politicshow-i-loathe-thee.html' title='Oh politics...how I loathe thee'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115804312342312563</id><published>2006-09-11T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:41.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management problem</title><content type='html'>So today during my classes, I made my students divide into groups to work on some stories that they had to come up with. Each group had a certain person to write about, i.e. Paris Hilton, George Bush, the Pope, etc. and tell what they did this past weekend. I knew it was gonna be interesting, but had no idea what they were gonna come up with for MY weekend. It's always fun to include myself as someone they would write about. Anyway, apparently they must think I have some type of anger management problem, which is just baffling since I haven't gotten mad once. In fact, I tend to laugh a lot during class. Let me just convey the story that they made up about my weekend--So I was working at Niffer's Friday night (true), and some guy that was there got really drunk and I got mad at him (also probably true). He then proceeded to hurl a beer bottle at me (not so true, but would be entertaining). After leaving work I went to the gas station where I saw the guy that had thrown the glass object at my head. (Here is where the fun part comes in) I proceeded to douse the guy with gasoline straight from the pump and then set him on fire. What??!? I knew my students had active imaginations, but this just takes the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115804312342312563?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115804312342312563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115804312342312563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115804312342312563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115804312342312563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/09/anger-management-problem.html' title='Anger management problem'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115795358770065770</id><published>2006-09-10T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:41.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week....Battle of the Tigers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/lsu-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/lsu-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/Aubur_2432.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/Aubur_2432.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115795358770065770?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115795358770065770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115795358770065770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115795358770065770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115795358770065770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-weekbattle-of-tigers.html' title='This week....Battle of the Tigers'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115764746486397951</id><published>2006-09-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:40.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Nashvegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nashville.com/images/skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nashville.com/images/skyline.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a fantastic weekend in Nashville, my home away from home. It's been nine months since I have stepped on Tennessee soil, and it was good to go back. I didn't realize how much I missed that place until after I left on Monday. Everytime I visit up there I always feel rushed. There is so much to see, do and people to see while I am there. I got to see a lot of my old college friends and catch up with what they are doing now. It was also good to spend some time with Aynsley and Paige. It's so strange to be back down here after I started us all off up there. I've come back home while my two younger sisters are living it up in Nashville. Never thought that would have happened. Anyway, while I was there I went to Green Hills Mall where I used to work for 4+ years. Now, it's always been the ritzy mall in the area, but I was amazed at all the hoity-toity shops they have put in there (i.e. Tiffany, Louis Vuitton, L'Occitane, BCBG, etc.) It's like a completely different place. We just don't get that stuff around here in Auburn, AL. Which makes me miss all the shopping that is available up there (not that I can afford ANY of those stores previously mentioned). While I had a good time seeing old hangouts, I came to the realization that even if I were to move back there, my life wouldn't go back to the way it was before I left. I grew up a lot in Nashville and learned a lot of things while I was there, but I have learned even more coming back to a small town like this. My horizons have been expanded more down here than in the big city. Don't get me wrong--I fully plan on moving back up there (if that's where God takes me), and I still love that city so much. I think it's more of knowing that it's time for me to really grow up, get a big-girl job, settle down and basically become an adult. Weird what one little weekend will teach you about yourself. Who knows where life will take me in the next year, but I hope God will take me back to Nashville to start a whole new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115764746486397951?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115764746486397951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115764746486397951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115764746486397951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115764746486397951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/09/viva-nashvegas.html' title='Viva Nashvegas!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115704000493134470</id><published>2006-08-31T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:40.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the season begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/aub.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/Washington20State20University.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115704000493134470?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115704000493134470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115704000493134470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115704000493134470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115704000493134470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-season-begin_31.html' title='Let the season begin...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115674760304700402</id><published>2006-08-27T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:39.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's 1:30 in the morning and here I am writing a blog. NOT what I should be doing right now, but oh well. So school has started back...and I've been busy beyond belief. Not only am I taking 2 grad classes, but I am teaching 2 of my own and working another job, all while trying to have some semblance of a social life. Not an easy task let me assure you. I have about 50 students in my Spanish 1020 classes, and so far it's going pretty well. I say that but have yet to plan my lesson for tomorrow. I may be speaking too soon. Besides that, I worked pretty much all weekend at Niffer's. On that note, let me encourage those of you that have kids/will have/whatever...don't bring a full soccer/baseball/football team in and let them all sit at ONE table while the rest of you go sit and have a good conversation, leaving some poor innocent server to babysit the team (yeah that's me). Not only did I have a whole table of 11 year olds asking for my phone number, but they proceeded to shoot spitballs at each other through straws, played the fun game of ring each other's drink with random pieces of food, and then squirted ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, etc. into each others drinks, causing me to have to get a whole other round of drinks. Also, at 11 years old, I'm not sure I had quite the sophisticated palate that some of these kids have. I was expecting all of them to order off of the kids' menu, but nooo...one ordered the shrimp scampi pasta, another ordered the steak and shrimp dinner. Let's just say my whole section was a disaster area once they left. It was a nightmare all around. Anyway, that's about the extent of my weekend. I will be heading to Nashville this Labor day weekend for the first time since New Year's and I am so excited I can't hardly stand it. I'm so ready to hang out up there for 4 days. I'm ready for a little break from Auburn, even though I hate I will be missing the first home game. I'll be definitely attending the Georgia, LSU and Florida games though. If anyone is coming up to Auburn during game season, make sure to come by and see me at the restaurant. I'll probably be living there on the weekends during football season. Anyway, enough for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115674760304700402?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115674760304700402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115674760304700402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115674760304700402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115674760304700402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-its-130-in-morning-and-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115537094520933298</id><published>2006-08-12T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:39.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past couple of weeks being back in the States have been eye-opening for me. I know I have never been one of those girls that oozes self-confidence out of her eyeballs, but I never realized how much people take notice of things like this. Over the past 2 weeks, I have had 3 different people tell me how much self-confidence I am lacking, one of them even setting their goal for this next semester to improve my self-confidence. It's very interesting, and mind-boggling, for someone else to tell you that their personal goal is to better another person. I think we all (in theory) want to help other people better themselves, but how many actually make it a personal goal? I have always worn feelings on my shoulders, but never knew I was basically an open book for all to read. Just never thought people really paid that much attention (besides you guys, Mom and Dad). On one hand, there are things I am extremely confident about, while on the other, I would rather bury myself in a hole than deal with the things I know I am not the best at. All of this is coming at a very convenient (or perhaps inconvenient) time, having just found out that I am a mentor this semester for the new grad students. This basically means that I will have a new GTA in my room everyday observing the way that I teach. I am not sure why I have been chosen into this position, and am flattered, but at the same time, I am petrified to have my every move on display for constant critique. One of the questions that I faced while in Guatemala was "What is my purpose in being on this trip?" Since getting back, I have been looking at my daily life in the same way. Maybe this next semester is meant to be a confidence-building time in my life. At least that is what I am hoping for. It will either build me up, or it could completely break me down. Let's just say, I need all the prayers I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115537094520933298?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115537094520933298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115537094520933298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115537094520933298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115537094520933298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-past-couple-of-weeks-being-back.html' title=''/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115501292641660430</id><published>2006-08-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:39.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got a Friend...</title><content type='html'>So right now I am in the process of reading another book by Donald Miller, which chronicles the cross-country trip that he took with his friend Paul. They were in the process of finding out the "whys" of life, i.e. why are we here? why do people do the things they do? etc. It's an interesting book, with an even more interesting concept. There are only a few select people that could survive a long trip like that with one friend and both come out alive. I know that it would be difficult to maintain a friendship with someone in that kind of situation. Saying that, I feel like everyday life takes a huge toll on the friendships that are around us. We don't have to take long trips and spend hours on end with someone in order for there to be trials of some sort. Each day there are events that test the kind of person that I am, or want to be. Right now, one of my friendships is going through some strain, and I just hope and pray that we both survive it. On another note, one of my dear friends will be moving in the next week or so, and that is yet another test, one of distance. Hopefully I will come out of this as a stronger person, one that is able to maintain friendships through whatever happens to come my way. I guess only God can tell what is in the future for these friendships. I hope that whichever friends of mine that read this blog know that I pray for each and every one of you and hope that God blesses your life in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115501292641660430?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115501292641660430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115501292641660430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115501292641660430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115501292641660430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/08/youve-got-friend.html' title='You&apos;ve Got a Friend...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115475884627745038</id><published>2006-08-04T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:38.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home....hmmm not so much</title><content type='html'>So I have been back in the States about a week, and so far, I have worked my tail off this week. I have to say that I haven't missed the customers that I used to deal with, since this week has been a rude awakening into reality. We are starting our busiest season here in Auburn, and I am not sure I am quite ready for it. This weekend starts early move-in day for a lot of students, not to mention the beginning of Rho Chi week, otherwise known as sorority overload. Mainly meaning lots of daddy's girls with their credit cards that won't tip. Fun times. Anyway, other than that, nothing too exciting. I have had to drive a rental car around this week due to the fact that my cd player in my car is draining the battery down and it won't function if turned off for 3 days. Trying to fix that. Wish my life were more exciting, but I like of like it being boring right now...the routine is good to get back to. Starting soon, my life will be out of control again. Time to relax for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115475884627745038?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115475884627745038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115475884627745038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115475884627745038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115475884627745038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-homehmmm-not-so-much.html' title='Home sweet home....hmmm not so much'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115326556625855569</id><published>2006-07-18T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:38.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of heart...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my mental/emotional breakdown day. Unfortunately, my parents had to be on the other end of the phone to experience it. Not so good. Anyway, after laying in bed thinking alot last night, I realized that I was being stupid about this whole thing. Honestly, who gets to come down to Guatemala?? I am very lucky that I am getting to do this whole thing, and am getting to learn some more Spanish. I can tell that it has gotten better in the short amount of time that I have been going to the school. Anyway, just throwing this apology out there to whoever may have read my previous entry. Who wants to hear complaining all the time? Sorry about that and I am trying to be more positive about everything. I need to do some soul-searching and maybe all this alone time will be good for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115326556625855569?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115326556625855569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115326556625855569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115326556625855569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115326556625855569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115306580319412103</id><published>2006-07-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:37.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm alive</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally sitting down to write another post. Why? you ask. Well there is absolutely positively freakin' nothing to do around here. I am in Antigua, Guatemala right now going to language school and living with a family. Doesn't sound too bad....oh but it is. A) Every single person in the family is 80 years old, B) I am only in language school for 6 hours of the day, leaving the rest of the day for me to walk around alone. There are some positives I guess. I've gotten the alone time I really wanted while I was in the States, although I would say this is taking it to the extreme. I am learning some Spanish, so I guess you could say "mission accomplished." Other than that, I have reread 2 of my books &lt;em&gt;twice each&lt;/em&gt;, trying to pass the time, have walked approximately 10-15 miles since I got here, and have learned to live without television or phone. Saying that, I can't WAIT to get back to the states. Only 2 more weeks. It's my goal to leave here on Friday and find a decent hotel with a good bed (yeah, those don't really exist down here so much) and a tv to remain sane before I am sent out into the remote area where the clinic is. They definitely don't have tv there. I probably need to find some mosquito-repellant also...they love me here. I probably have somewhere around 20-30 bites at this point. I think there is a stray one in the room that I sleep in, and this one is particularly vicious. Anyway, enough complaining for today. Time to go shopping I guess (which basically means looking at the same things over and over and trying to ignore the vendors that are harrassing you incessantly). Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115306580319412103?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115306580319412103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115306580319412103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115306580319412103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115306580319412103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-im-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115182820768510940</id><published>2006-07-02T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:37.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios mis queridos amigos!</title><content type='html'>Alright, so it's finally here. I'm leaving manana (in other words, tomorrow). My exciting, yet scary trip begins somewhat tomorrow night. I will be leaving with Dad and Aynsley to head for Atlanta as soon as I get off of work. I don't know when I will be able to blog again...maybe by Thursday or so. Til then, I will be "roughing" it in the jungles of Guatemala, which many of you know, is a big step into the unknown for me. I look forward to hearing from you all and reading about your adventures here in the good ole' US of A while I am embarking on many different terrifying excursions of my own. Any advice or words of encouragement are welcome, and needed, while I am facing some "interesting" adventures. Hope to hear from you all in the weeks to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115182820768510940?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115182820768510940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115182820768510940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115182820768510940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115182820768510940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/07/adios-mis-queridos-amigos.html' title='Adios mis queridos amigos!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115152912539297620</id><published>2006-06-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:37.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leeeeavin' on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.americas-fr.com/geographie/photos/guate-tikal-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.americas-fr.com/geographie/photos/guate-tikal-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sat.gob.gt/guatemala/images/album/Departamentos/Guatemala/Antigua/ANTIGUA.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sat.gob.gt/guatemala/images/album/Departamentos/Guatemala/Antigua/ANTIGUA.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aventurestropicales.com/Antigua.jpgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.aventurestropicales.com/Antigua.jpgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casaxelaju.com/gales/mercado%20de%20Chichicastenango.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.casaxelaju.com/gales/mercado%20de%20Chichicastenango.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here a few pictures of the places that I will going to...starting on Monday. That's right....my big trip is almost here. Dad, Aynsley and I will be flying out of Atlanta on Monday and will catch a plane small enough to fit maybe the 3 of us over to Tikal, the ancient jungle ruins of the Mayan Indians (that would be the first picture). We will be heading to the area of Chichicastenango, where we will be working at a mobile medical clinic. Aynsley will be assisting Dad, while I will be translating for everyone. Along with working there, Chichi has the largest market(the 2nd picture) where you can buy authentic woven goods (for those of you who have been to the market in La Bufadora, Mexico, this one wins hands down). I will be staying down there longer than Dad and Aynsley. For 11 days, I will be down there without really knowing anyone and will be staying in Antigua, Guatemala with a family. Antigua is shown in the other two pictures, one with the big mountain behind it. I will be attending language school there to improve my medical knowledge. The last week I will be translating again for a different medical team, this one being an eye surgery team. Anyway, I will be blogging as much as I can while I am down there, and hopefully posting some pictures, but who knows what will happen. Please keep me in your prayers that the trip will be safe and that I will survive my time down there alone. I'm a little nervous about it. Also, pray for those that we will be helping down there. Adios y Dios les bendiga!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115152912539297620?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115152912539297620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115152912539297620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115152912539297620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115152912539297620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-leeeeavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leeeeavin&apos; on a jet plane'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115095480382012111</id><published>2006-06-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:37.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car troubles</title><content type='html'>Oh how I loathe getting ready in the morning, feeling like it's going to be a good day, walking out of the house into 100 degree heat, and then finding out that your car won't start. Yeah, that happened to me this morning. I was doing just fine getting ready for school, watched a little bit of World Cup this morning (along with a guilty pleasure-the ever dramatic Dawson's Creek) and was feeling good about the last day of classes. You know your day is going to go downhill when you open the door and it feels like a brick wall of heat slams into you. All you guys out there are lucky...we women have to spend time doing our hair, fixing our makeup, etc. just to have it streaming down our faces in 2.5 seconds. Highly annoying. Anyway, my car wouldn't start so I had to get help from someone. Luckily, I am one of those girls that actually does own her own set of jumper cables (thrilling christmas gift from good ole' dad--I wouldn't actually think to go get a set on my own). So I thought my day was back to normal....oh how wrong was I. Taught my last class for the summer and was ready to head back to the house to study for my final. I stepped out into the sauna, walked to my car only to realize it was dead...yet again. I always feel really terrible about stopping some random person and asking them to help me, but this girl was really nice. We were having a nice little conversation while my car was charging when two guys walked over to the car to make sure that we did it right...you know red on red, black on black and such. They actually looked impressed that we weren't complete imbecils ( I just looove when guys do that. Obvious sarcasm). So after my second bought with dead car, I realized that something was probably not quite right. Took it to Big 10 Tires, who told me that they would have everything done in 30 minutes. Ok, NEVER trust them when they say that. 45 minutes later, I have read every magazine, newspaper, flier, sign on the wall, etc.  and was in the midst of counting the cars driving by when my name was finally called. Sweet relief! But noo....fooled again. Not only was my car going to be there for several more hours, but I was going to need a new alternator (hint: NOT cheap). The guy proceeds to fill me in on every detail that he is doing to my car, which to me sounds like some language I have never heard. He had to know that I didn't know what in the world he was talking about due to the stone blank look on my face. The only thing I heard from his whole spill were three little words: "Seven hundred dollars." Not exactly something I had planned on hearing as I rolled out of bed this morning thinking about the day to come.  What else was I going to do? It's not as if I could say no, politely drive off, and spend everyday having my car jumped off any time I wanted to go somewhere. 700 dollars they charged, 700 dollars they got. After looking at my receipt, I realized where alot of the money goes to. Labor. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure the guys at the car place do an excellent job and all, but honestly, 200 dollars for 3 hours of work? And let's really think about it. Does it REALLY take 3 hours to change out the alternator? How does someone make 60+ an hour?? It's a little baffling. I have spent many years trying to get all of these degrees and will probably NEVER make 60something an hour. A little depressing when you think about it. Anyway, enough of my story. Wasn't really all that good. Just wanted to vent about my very hot, annoying, and expensive day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115095480382012111?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115095480382012111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115095480382012111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115095480382012111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115095480382012111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/car-troubles.html' title='Car troubles'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115072851367909002</id><published>2006-06-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:36.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>Just asking everyone to keep Paige in their prayers. She and Brittney Nelson were in a pretty bad car accident yesterday and are pretty shaken  up. Paige walked away with only a few scratches and bruises, but apparently she is lucky to be walking at all.  Mom and Aynsley are up there right now taking care of her. Anyway, please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115072851367909002?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115072851367909002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115072851367909002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115072851367909002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115072851367909002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115061571342347212</id><published>2006-06-18T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:36.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my "Diddy"</title><content type='html'>So yea, I realize it is late as I am writing this, but I know that I won't have a whole lot of time to write in the morning. Just wanted to send a "shout out" about my dad, since it is Daddy's day and all. I've been really blessed to have the best dad ever. Although quiet and a little intimidating at times, he really is the most godly man I have ever known. And actually, he's quite funny. He just tends to save up his remarks until the most opportune time, and the rest of us end up on the floor laughing. He has always been there for his "little girls" and has gone/will go to great lengths to do whatever he can for us. Throughout the years, I've realized how tough it must have been at times, and probably still is, to live with and be surrounded by 4 women. Granted, Paige is a little quieter than the rest of us, but he has had to deal with at least 2 motormouths for a long time (yeah, that being Aynsley and I). I know everyone has wonderful dads, but I really have to give props to mine. He's loving, God-fearing, compassionate, intelligent, and so many other things I could name. He is a great leader in so many ways. He has led our family for 25+ years and is still going strong. Anyway, I will stop gushing. Hope everyone enjoys their "Daddy's Day" too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115061571342347212?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115061571342347212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115061571342347212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115061571342347212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115061571342347212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-my-diddy.html' title='I love my &quot;Diddy&quot;'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-115057104213892416</id><published>2006-06-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:36.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copa Mundial....yeah, that's World Cup for those who don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa//fi/up/20060617/1150569863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.news1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/fifa//fi/up/20060617/1150569863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA vs. Italy...on right now. ABC sports. I can't stop watching this stuff. I have never been into soccer before, but it is so awesome to watch. All of the athletes are incredible. Let's hope US can pull off a win today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-115057104213892416?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/115057104213892416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=115057104213892416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115057104213892416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/115057104213892416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/copa-mundialyeah-thats-world-cup-for.html' title='Copa Mundial....yeah, that&apos;s World Cup for those who don&apos;t know'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114945258990365947</id><published>2006-06-04T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:36.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily struggles</title><content type='html'>So I have been here in Auburn for nearly a year now, and although I like it, I really miss being in Nashville. Lately I have felt very spiritually "stagnant," somewhat "dried up." I am living life going through the motions, with no deeper meaning or focus. Granted, all of this is my fault. I still haven't been attending church regularly or surrounding myself with spiritual encouragement. Neither have I  made much time to feed myself with God's word. I have grown farther and farther away from what I have always wanted to be...a woman after God's own heart. Despite all these feelings, I know that deep down, my faith still remains and my love for God is unshaken. I miss having a church family that I can talk to and hang out with. I love my church family at Vaughn Park and I know that I will always be welcome there. I think I am just missing the involvement that I used to have with not only VP but my wonderful church in Nashville, Woodmont Hills. No, this isn't an entertaining or even interesting post. I just needed to get some feelings out and ask for prayers from you guys that know me and have grown up with me. I'm at a point where I am almost reaching rock bottom. (sorry this has been a little depressing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114945258990365947?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114945258990365947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114945258990365947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114945258990365947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114945258990365947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/06/daily-struggles.html' title='Daily struggles'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114914488070434453</id><published>2006-05-31T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:35.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackers and babies...Not a good idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.markdroberts.com/images/Nate-Messy-Baby-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.markdroberts.com/images/Nate-Messy-Baby-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I worked my first shift as a server at Niffer's, and surprisingly, I didn't completely screw up the entire night. On the other hand, neither was I a super server. I was just glad to make it through unscathed and with a little extra cash in my pocket. I was slightly dreading this shift tonight due to the fact that Wednesday nights happen to be "Kid's Night" aka "Bring all 8,000 children that you know so they can eat for FREE!" Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore kids, and I don't really mind when I am sitting next to them at a restaurant. I'm pretty easy going about that. Here's what gets me--the parents that came in tonight all seem to feed their children the exact same thing-CRACKERS. That's fine with me...when the kids are being fed in their own homes. Disaster tends to strike when kids and crackers are combined in a restaurant setting. No sooner than I had brought several packets of crackers, but I turned around for about 2.5 seconds and where do you think all the crackers are?? You are correct...on the floor in 10 million little pieces, with not ONE crumb in or around their mouths. Not so bad...but add onto that the fries, mac n cheese, pizza, etc. that are dropped on top of them and then stepped on, grinding everything into the carpet making it a nightmare to clean up. I felt like I should have brought my own personal dropcloth to put under the highchairs. Would have made my life a little simpler tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Along with "Kid's night" comes a little thing that our restaurant does to entertain all the kids there. The pinata. So, not only are kids smashing crackers and other substances into the carpet, but there are about 90 kids in there hyped up on candy from the pinata. It's absolutely a zoo in there. Toys are being thrown throughout the restaurant, children are fighing over a tootsie roll, and the parents are all sitting back and laughing...watching the servers try to maintain the peace. Now I know it sounds like I am complaining slightly, which is true, but actually it is one of the craziest and funniest things to witness. For those of you that like to people watch, drive yourself on up to Auburn, come to Niffer's and you will be entertained. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114914488070434453?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114914488070434453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114914488070434453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114914488070434453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114914488070434453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/crackers-and-babiesnot-good-idea.html' title='Crackers and babies...Not a good idea'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114902666993225244</id><published>2006-05-30T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:35.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain...lots of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After a full day of playing around at the lake with my family, I am so sore it's unbelieveable. Not only did I attempt...mind you, ATTEMPT kneeboarding, Paige and I were slung all over the lake on an innertube. Both times that we did it at the same time, she knocked her jaw out of place on my arm...not very fun for either of us. I'm sure she is as bruised and battered as I am. Although I can barely move, we had a lot of fun with my parents and my aunt &amp;amp; uncle. It was good to hang out with my fam...I feel like I never get to see them much even though I live 30 minutes away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was also good just to get out into the sun. From going to school, teaching and working at the restaurant, I never get a chance to go outside. Also on a side note, I finally was able to go see my Papaw in the hospital this weekend. Some of you know about his condition, but I'm sure there are a few that don't. Basically he had surgery on his aorta a couple of weeks ago, and as a result, he cannot keep anything down and his blood pressure is out of control. There was a very scary incident this past week where we could have lost him. Please keep him in your prayers. If you are among the blessed that have gotten to know him, you know how much he means to not only my family and I, but to the family at Vaughn Park and many people all around Montgomery. He is in Baptist South indefinitely until they can figure out what is wrong. This has been a very trying time for him...he hates being stuck indoors. Anyway, I'll stop talking about that now. Just keep him in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114902666993225244?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114902666993225244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114902666993225244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114902666993225244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114902666993225244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/painlots-of-pain.html' title='Pain...lots of pain'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114836587641515867</id><published>2006-05-22T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:35.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.bluepin.net.au/yallaroo/images/Black_snake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://home.bluepin.net.au/yallaroo/images/Black_snake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exzooberance.com/virtual%20zoo/they%20walk/lizard/Bearded%20Dragon%20471030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.exzooberance.com/virtual%20zoo/they%20walk/lizard/Bearded%20Dragon%20471030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after talking to one of my friends tonight, I realized that I leave for Guatemala in a little over a month. Needless to say, I am super excited about seeing another part of the world. On the other hand, I am scared out of my mind. Some of you are aware of my extreme phobia of lizards, snakes and basically any amphibian, so you can imagine my anxiety about going to this place that is sure to be crawling with any and/or all of the above. My dad, Aynsley and I are going down there a few days early before we get started on the mission trips, and we will be visiting the jungles of Guatemala....and will be staying in a "jungle lodge." I'm not really sure what that means. Is that the name of the hotel we will be at, or is that a description, where "bed" means "cot covered with mosquito nets", etc.? I realize that this phobia is completely ridiculous, and I know that most of these little creatures are actually terrified of me, yet my mind doesn't seem to accept this fact. I will be facing a major fear of mine, and have no idea how to make it through this unscathed. Yes, I am a wimp and over the years, I have come to accept that fact. I realized the severity of this phobia the other day when, in the process of leaving for work, I walked out of my door only to come upon a snake similar to the one above. Paralyzation struck me immediately and I felt completely helpless. Any of you that have suggestions and manners of coping with this fear before I leave for Guatemala...please, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114836587641515867?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114836587641515867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114836587641515867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114836587641515867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114836587641515867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/phobias.html' title='phobias'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114813942145683338</id><published>2006-05-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:35.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to my little sis!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was long, and I was exhausted from sitting outside screaming at softball games all day, but in the end, it was all worth it to watch Aynsley win the state softball championship, especially with it bein gher last year. They did really awesome and Ayns was named to the all-tournament team. You can catch all the info on WSFA tonight at 10. Also, if you want a real laugh, be sure to watch the news for the next couple of days....the whole Entrekin sister clan was interviewed about playing softball and winning state through these past 13 years. Let's just say that impromptu interviews are not our thing. I think I stumbled over nearly every word that I was trying to say, and probably came across looking like a total imbecil. Anyway, if you see Ayns, congratulate her...she did awesome and I'm so proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114813942145683338?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114813942145683338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114813942145683338' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114813942145683338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114813942145683338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/congrats-to-my-little-sis.html' title='Congrats to my little sis!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114768229864196233</id><published>2006-05-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching</title><content type='html'>So Thursday of this week, I will start teaching my first class here at AU. Crazy, huh? I can't believe that I'm going to be doing this all over again...although in a slightly different scenario. I've got a lot of planning to do this week, along with working at the restaurant. Looks like it's back to the grind after about a week of somewhat relaxing. Keep me in your prayers that everything goes well and that I make it through without going completely insane, or collapsing from exhaustion. Other than that, I will be taking one class, which shouldn't be too stressful. After this summer, I will only have 3 classes left to take in the graduate program...I can't believe it's this close. One year, and I am outta here...granted I pass all of my comprehensive exams next spring. Anyway, nothing too exciting this week. I will coming down to Montgomery on Friday to watch Aynsley play softball in the state tournament and then again on Sunday to go to church with my family. Oh yeah, and while I'm thinking about it on Mother's Day (or actually just after) , just wanted to say how incredible my mom is and that I have been so blessed to have had her looking out for me and being there for me  these past 25+ years. I'm sure all of you feel the same about your own. Hope everyone has a good week and I will see some of you at church Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114768229864196233?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114768229864196233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114768229864196233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114768229864196233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114768229864196233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/teaching.html' title='Teaching'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114714641920949578</id><published>2006-05-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:34.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I absolutely HATE being sick. I woke up on Sunday morning feeling exhausted, understandably from being up for days studying for exams. Then I came home from work and took a little nap and woke up with no voice. And I do mean NO voice. So here I am, a day later still with no voice and feeling crappy. How do you lose your voice in about an hour, unless you are screaming at a concert or something? It makes no sense to me. Am looking forward to this week with no school and only having to work at Niffer's occasionally. Anyway, need to go to bed. I have to get up somewhat early tomorrow and drive to Montgomery to watch Aynsley play softball. Hope everyone is having a better week so far than I! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114714641920949578?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114714641920949578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114714641920949578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114714641920949578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114714641920949578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114680863308526445</id><published>2006-05-04T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:34.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, two more to go...</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to express my elatedness (is this a word?) about taking my first final, and kicking butt on it! I seriously did awesome. I'm pretty sure I didn't miss one single question, which makes my day. Oh, if only the other two would go as well...but I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen. Anyway, the exhaustion is starting to set in. I know I probably won't be going to bed at all tomorrow night, and I am not looking forward to that.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel....so close, yet so far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114680863308526445?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114680863308526445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114680863308526445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114680863308526445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114680863308526445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-down-two-more-to-go.html' title='One down, two more to go...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114654517642045897</id><published>2006-05-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:34.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest woman I've seen</title><content type='html'>So today I received a bulletin on myspace that had a video of one of the craziest women I have ever seen talking to the hosts of the Fox News show "Hannity and Colmes" (don't know if I got the spelling right). She claims to be a Christian, yet attends funeral and memorial services of soldiers that were killed over in Iraq yelling at the family members that their sons deserved this because God is unleasing his wrath on our country. It is absolutely stunning to watch this woman try to defend what she is doing in the name of God. I am posting a link to the video and hopefully it will work. Watch it...it will honestly astound you. Honestly, the best part is listening to the comments that the two hosts make. I think you have to have Windows Media Player on your computer to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.spikedhumor.com/24864/insane_woman_on_fox_news.wmv"&gt;http://media.spikedhumor.com/24864/insane_woman_on_fox_news.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114654517642045897?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114654517642045897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114654517642045897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114654517642045897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114654517642045897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/05/craziest-woman-ive-seen.html' title='Craziest woman I&apos;ve seen'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114645640668131124</id><published>2006-04-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:33.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finals Time</title><content type='html'>This is just gonna be a really quick post asking for prayers that everything goes smoothly this week with all of my finals. I still have one more paper to write, and 3 finals. Once Saturday night gets here, I will be so excited. Anyway, sorry this isnt longer...I don't have a whole lot of time to spare these days. Hope everyone has a better week than I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114645640668131124?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114645640668131124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114645640668131124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114645640668131124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114645640668131124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-finals-time.html' title='It&apos;s Finals Time'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114610208428597061</id><published>2006-04-26T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:33.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Why, at this moment in my life, have I suddenly been hit with a large case of ADD? There are so many things I need to focus on, yet I can't seem to concentrate on anything for more than 5 minutes. At this rate, it's going to take me forever to write this one paper. Then again, I should have realized that the Auburn library is the last place I need to be...it's not necessarily what I would call an excellent study space. There are groups sitting to the side of me, talking and going over what I would gather to be "homework" but really, it's a big social hour here. Every time someone new walks by, I feel compelled to look up...which leads me to wondering about about who that person is, what they do, and I tend to create a whole new life for them in my mind. I realize what I'm doing, refocus, and then it happens all over again. I am stuck in an endless cycle of daydreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114610208428597061?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114610208428597061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114610208428597061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114610208428597061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114610208428597061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/add.html' title='ADD'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114569252638225433</id><published>2006-04-22T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:33.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality conflict...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So tonight I am basically venting about some things that have happened since I moved to Auburn. It's strange how some things that you are completely confident in can be called into question. Many of the people I have met here in Auburn are wonderful people and have completely stepped up and brought me into their world, which I am grateful for. On the other hand, I have never been in an environment like this where people feel totally comfortable to point out personality "flaws" as I have been here. There are many things about me that I know aren't perfect, which I accept. It's the way God made me. But it's very strange to have people point out things about me which I never thought were an issue, and I have now been made aware of, whether I like it or not. Self-confidence has never been at a high level in my world, and to have someone knock me down even further is hard to swallow. Maybe I am being too sensitive about things, but when someone hurts you, it's hard to keep that in perspective. I think my main issue is the fact that I like who I am, and for someone to call that into question, whether intentionally or not, basically feels like a slap in the face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, I'll stop rambling about it. Just keep me in your prayers to build up strength and confidence to face these situations when they come around...God made me who I am and I know I need to accept it. It's just hard to do that at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114569252638225433?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114569252638225433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114569252638225433' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114569252638225433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114569252638225433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/personality-conflict.html' title='Personality conflict...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114550277630037185</id><published>2006-04-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:33.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>You know, I knew that doing the whole grad school thing would require a lot of work, but I am definitely feeling the pressure tonight. I have 3 papers to write in the next 2 weeks and yes, I realize that I have shot myself in the foot by procrastinating, but seriously, it's stressful. I have to read another novel before Tuesday so that I can write about it in one of my papers, plus I have to work this weekend. The whole time management thing is not going to be fun. I thought that as I got older, the whole procrastination thing would go away...unfortunately it has gotten worse. I can't seem to find the motivation to get things done.  Anyway, enough of my rambling for tonight. I probably need to go read huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114550277630037185?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114550277630037185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114550277630037185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114550277630037185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114550277630037185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/stress.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114495076580536478</id><published>2006-04-13T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:32.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persecution in the USA</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday a friend made me listen to the new Dixie Chicks song, which I have to say is pretty good. It's basically a reaction to all the backlash they received for speaking out against President Bush. To me, it doesn't matter whether or not you agree with what they had to say or not. Everyone is entitled to their opinions and the great thing about our country is that we are able to voice those opinions freely. It was interesting to hear the lyrics from their song, which tell about an incident concerning a letter they received from someone basically saying that they need to "shut up and sing or your life will be over." I hate to see that people in this country are receiving threats based on their beliefs. It makes me think back to when Christians were persecuted for their belief in God. It's not important to me whether or not you support Bush or don't...it's taking things too far that cause me to be ashamed of how people can basically crucify others because of differing opinions. If you get the chance, listen to the song. You may like it, you might not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114495076580536478?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114495076580536478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114495076580536478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114495076580536478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114495076580536478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/persecution-in-usa.html' title='Persecution in the USA'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114490132219200646</id><published>2006-04-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:31.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant etiquette...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7383/2704/1600/Waiting230905-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7383/2704/320/Waiting230905-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So there are a few things that I have learned since starting my job in the ever so frustrating service industry. Mainly, I have learned that most people have no idea whatsoever how to behave when eating out at a restaurant. Now, I know you're thinking that it's only common sense to treat your server/host/whatever with politeness and manners, but in reality, it's astounding how badly people can be treated that work at restaurants. For example, I have noticed that although we live in the South and are supposed to exhibit so-called "southern charm," when it comes to eating out, most people seem to have a mental lapse and forget the words "Thank you" or "Please." Yes, I know I shouldn't have too much to say about it all, basically because I'm not technically a server yet, but let me tell you, hosting is probably harder than serving in some cases. A) I get paid minimum wage, B) I have to deal with cranky customers who believe that I should be able to seat them right as they walk in the door and ask me five million times where they are on the list (with approximately 30 seconds between each visit to the host stand), and C) I have to deal with the backlash from servers when I have seated their tables when they weren't ready. I know this is starting to sound like I'm whining, but actually, the point of this whole post is to bring knowledge to the few people who actually might read my mindless blog. For those of you who do, I'm not speaking to you necessarily. This is just a general just-so-you-know post. Anyway, here are a few pointers to remember when eating out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Remember the manners that your mama taught you....you wouldn't want to disappoint her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;now would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Don't forget that your server is making approximately $2.13 an hour...tips are necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for survival. (On a side note, I have heard from several servers that the worst day to wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tables is on Sunday for the church crowd....they are demanding, rude, and tip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;horribly...hmmmI see something wrong with that picture. Anyone agree?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Finally, patience is a virtue. Don't freak out if you don't get the table with the parking lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;view, your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; hamburger wasn't cooked how you wanted, you have no mayonnaise at your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;table, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;server tripped and spilled some water on you, etc. Everyone makes mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and honestly, in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; scheme, is it really that big a deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, that's about it for today. Hope everyone has enjoyed this compelling post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114490132219200646?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114490132219200646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114490132219200646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114490132219200646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114490132219200646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/restaurant-etiquette.html' title='Restaurant etiquette...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114481076707635677</id><published>2006-04-11T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:31.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi is excellent</title><content type='html'>I just got back from eating sushi with my friend Keith from work, and I have to say that it was awesome. For all you doubters out there, you should give it a try. I always feel much healthier after eating it. Other than that, today was a pretty boring day. I had class all day from about 10-6:3o. Although I love reading and literature, I have to admit that these classes are ridiculous. I don't really enjoy anything that I have been reading, but I guess I will keep plugging away. I would much rather just read for pure enjoyment, instead of having to read things and then write papers about them. Other news, my best friend Bethany is coming into town this weekend and I am so excited. We always have an awesome time together, and she will be coming to church with me on Easter. Oh and some other shocking news...I was watching my favorite show, Law and Order SVU the other night and it seems as if Stabler and Benson won't be partners soon...which in my opinion signals the end of the show. I was upset...it was as if somone I knew personally was going through a split. Haha..I'm ridiculous I know. Well I guess thats about it for now. I know this has been compelling stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114481076707635677?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114481076707635677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114481076707635677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114481076707635677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114481076707635677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/sushi-is-excellent.html' title='Sushi is excellent'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25840467.post-114472533110276745</id><published>2006-04-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:23:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I decided to start this blog thing to let people know what is going on in my life and so that I could keep in touch with what other people are doing. Most of you already know that I am in Auburn working on my Master's degree in Hispanic Studies. I've been here since this past August, and am almost through with my first year. I didn't think that I would like it here in Auburn after living in Nashville for so long, but it's growing on me. There isn't a church that I really like here, so I have been driving down to Montgomery every now and then to go with my parents to the church I grew up in. I have about a month until this semester is over and then I start teaching my own class in May. After that I will be traveling to Guatemala for nearly the whole month of July to work on two different medical mission teams, translating for the doctors and the patients. I'll also be attending a language school for a little over a week getting my medical terminology up to par. Anyway, I guess this was a basic overview of what is going on right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25840467-114472533110276745?l=auburnchica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/feeds/114472533110276745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25840467&amp;postID=114472533110276745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114472533110276745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25840467/posts/default/114472533110276745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auburnchica.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-blog.html' title='First Blog...'/><author><name>auburnchica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07994890619342345236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f396/entrehb/otherface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
