<?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-3778183156362987179</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:11:12.728-07:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Sans Sanity</title><subtitle type='html'>A personal blog that covers everything from gardening, crafting, philanthropy, and other odds and ends.  Oh yes, and adorable pugs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6850549570050209074</id><published>2010-05-30T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:52:34.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider it DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK- so the pictures are a bit out of order, but here are some graduation pics! I graduated on May 15th bright and early at 9 am at the Del Mar Fairgrounds! It was pretty spiffy hearing my name and "Sociology and Women's Studies, Magna Cum Laude" :) I'm so happy to be done, I did pass all my classes and am now in the process of making the Grad School transition!  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMkJDcjIiI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/yf0teO6DpZc/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMkJDcjIiI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/yf0teO6DpZc/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477261309775127074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMkI29zx9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/AJbLP4n_heo/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMkI29zx9I/AAAAAAAAAyI/AJbLP4n_heo/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477261306424969170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiwZABfRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/id4uzbzpemY/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiwZABfRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/id4uzbzpemY/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477259786552704274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMivwLSY1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/3LZ6SjKvX60/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMivwLSY1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/3LZ6SjKvX60/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477259775594095442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMivcIKwWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Sb9K-bAFonk/s1600/DSC_0053_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMivcIKwWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Sb9K-bAFonk/s400/DSC_0053_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477259770212303202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiu1qL-fI/AAAAAAAAAxo/yNIbrTgD99I/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiu1qL-fI/AAAAAAAAAxo/yNIbrTgD99I/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477259759886006770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiuU4yfbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CrFZa3IygdE/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMiuU4yfbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CrFZa3IygdE/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477259751088881074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhbflq4DI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-s0duS1NSi4/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhbflq4DI/AAAAAAAAAxY/-s0duS1NSi4/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258328032337970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMha8JPicI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eRWRscFrslI/s1600/DSC_0074_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMha8JPicI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eRWRscFrslI/s400/DSC_0074_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258318517864898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhaWtt8NI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E8KT3fsKehQ/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhaWtt8NI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E8KT3fsKehQ/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258308470304978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhZ-RZpjI/AAAAAAAAAxA/60UQ5bxVWQw/s1600/DSC_0083_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhZ-RZpjI/AAAAAAAAAxA/60UQ5bxVWQw/s1600/DSC_0083_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMhZ-RZpjI/AAAAAAAAAxA/60UQ5bxVWQw/s400/DSC_0083_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258301909083698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some pre-graduation pictures- thanks Whitney!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgTTIz6ZI/AAAAAAAAAww/vdt5MUhqli4/s1600/ShanGradPhotos_04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgTTIz6ZI/AAAAAAAAAww/vdt5MUhqli4/s400/ShanGradPhotos_04.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477257087739488658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgSasyJcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/comAQ1Mk7dU/s1600/ShanGradPhotos_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgSasyJcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/comAQ1Mk7dU/s400/ShanGradPhotos_06.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477257072589546946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgRrzSnBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GutEqBl06Pw/s1600/ShanGradPhotos_08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgRrzSnBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/GutEqBl06Pw/s400/ShanGradPhotos_08.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477257060000373778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgQnglQ7I/AAAAAAAAAwY/YivdvzWB4ks/s1600/ShanGradPhotos_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgQnglQ7I/AAAAAAAAAwY/YivdvzWB4ks/s400/ShanGradPhotos_03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477257041668293554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgQDvsifI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qWHIz8X415Q/s1600/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMgQDvsifI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qWHIz8X415Q/s400/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477257032068008434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6850549570050209074?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6850549570050209074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6850549570050209074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6850549570050209074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6850549570050209074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/consider-it-d.html' title='Consider it DONE!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/TAMkJDcjIiI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/yf0teO6DpZc/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-7097307971588063874</id><published>2010-02-06T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:28:52.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>Howdy Ya'll! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update on my life- I just started my final semester at CSUSM and am so ready to be done with my undergraduate career and the crumbling CSU system.  (*crash and burn)  I haven't heard back from any of my grad schools yet, but get plenty of annoying-heart-skip-a-beat updates from them that aren't actually responses but "updates" and "confirmations" that my application was received. UGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorority is about to start recruitment week- yay!  A lot of prep work has gone into that but I'm way excited to get a new class of girls in.  Additionally, I may be attending the Social Justice Summit retreat at school in February and I may be going down to New Orleans for Alternative Spring Break in March or April- whenever Spring Break is.  We will be building for Habitat for Humanity but I'm on the "alternate" list so I'm not sure yet if they have room for me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the walk on May 15th at the Del Mar Fairgrounds (ya, our school doesn't have a football field).  I want to have a Grad Party but have no clue where I can have one (the patio at  my house scares me).  But other than that- I'm out of updates.  OH, I am having a lady's night at my house for Valentine's Day....yayyy.  I will hopefully have pictures......we will see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I had transferred photos from my camera to my computer but I hadn't so you get a bunch of pictures of pugs that aren't mine.  I don't think I have a camera fast enough to capture them so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yoydH5lI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xve-ZaTIIcM/s1600-h/n627005170_3199792_279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yoydH5lI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xve-ZaTIIcM/s400/n627005170_3199792_279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196739114493522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yrbPRxvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/RRBB-H83GaI/s1600-h/n627005170_5685337_9710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yrbPRxvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/RRBB-H83GaI/s400/n627005170_5685337_9710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196784422012658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yqtOHWCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QD_LgmaIWLY/s1600-h/n627005170_5242204_3801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yqtOHWCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QD_LgmaIWLY/s400/n627005170_5242204_3801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196772069103650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yqaSo7HI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0Diw0ML_gnA/s1600-h/n627005170_4033605_9239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yqaSo7HI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0Diw0ML_gnA/s400/n627005170_4033605_9239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196766987807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22ypj3I3rI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VNu-oDpIm3c/s1600-h/n627005170_3326931_7442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22ypj3I3rI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VNu-oDpIm3c/s400/n627005170_3326931_7442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435196752376946354" 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/3778183156362987179-7097307971588063874?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7097307971588063874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=7097307971588063874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/7097307971588063874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/7097307971588063874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/S22yoydH5lI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xve-ZaTIIcM/s72-c/n627005170_3199792_279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3790813907890819725</id><published>2009-12-20T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:07:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sy7KFPL_brI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OdDo9RHaFKo/s1600-h/ShanPugs2009_01_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sy7KFPL_brI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OdDo9RHaFKo/s400/ShanPugs2009_01_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417489593098268338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Holidays from our casa to yours....may your pearls be shiny, your pugs be furry and your fireplace be warm!  Happy New Year too- 2010 is year of the Pug. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3790813907890819725?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3790813907890819725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3790813907890819725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3790813907890819725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3790813907890819725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sy7KFPL_brI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OdDo9RHaFKo/s72-c/ShanPugs2009_01_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3723501801899151557</id><published>2009-11-21T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:39:33.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannyn Unplugged</title><content type='html'>Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to be online right now- I am supposed to be doing a 30 hour fast and planting trees. I was leaving work yesterday and my boss said she was worried about me- and asked me about my weekend plans. I told her about my proposed weekend, with the fast, tree planting, spaghetti dinner to benefit Operation Christmas Child. She told me I needed a weekend off- after talking to my dear friend and sorority philanthropy chair, she agreed. I am home today, in my pajamas, trying to regain normalcy in my home...catching up on a few things I feel need to be tended to- like communication with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of a good house cleaning. I am debating if I should get my Christmas stuff out, or at least go to Hallmark and peruse the new holiday ornaments. It was a tradition Gram and I had to buy a few ornaments to build our stash each year. Gram and I were in the Hallmark Club at Platinum Status- and now I'm down to Silver....sorry Gram! We were the high rollers of Hallmark! haha...gotta maintain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October Pictures- finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-Greek Semi Formal:  Viva Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyP55JxEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PYIM79QDWO0/s1600/allgreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyP55JxEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PYIM79QDWO0/s400/allgreek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406626601478243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the gorgeous Alpha Xi Delta ladies before Semi-Formal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyPrJevCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Se-v1fk1Edk/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyPrJevCI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Se-v1fk1Edk/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406626597520194594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being bored and ready to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvXII6FFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/a9_5cO9OqjM/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvXII6FFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/a9_5cO9OqjM/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406623427026621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luck be a XI lady tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvWjRVdMI/AAAAAAAAAug/okHlWLRgpD4/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvWjRVdMI/AAAAAAAAAug/okHlWLRgpD4/s400/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406623417129858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More amaXIng ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvWHFizQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/2tVQK3ejee4/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvWHFizQI/AAAAAAAAAuY/2tVQK3ejee4/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406623409564208386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this? He was a Chippendale Dancer!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyQJM4o5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Pxm8hUelebU/s1600/12740_165992829939_508709939_2620794_3156413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyQJM4o5I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Pxm8hUelebU/s400/12740_165992829939_508709939_2620794_3156413_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406626605587538834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christiana and I volunteering at SERVE San Diego a benefit ball for San Diego Charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvVt4cp9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7GEJJCPmv4A/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvVt4cp9I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/7GEJJCPmv4A/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406623402798393298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 times out of 10 this is where you can find Dad and the pugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt07SX0NI/AAAAAAAAAto/nzXiG502F2M/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt07SX0NI/AAAAAAAAAto/nzXiG502F2M/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406621739949478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt3PahHlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/15reimQZsfM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt3PahHlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/15reimQZsfM/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406621779712089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Stephanie made a visit from Nevada! Love you Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvXaU9VMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IaL_JU95m2Q/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgvXaU9VMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IaL_JU95m2Q/s400/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406623431909004482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wuv panthers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt2jaKhYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/cR9sCPlW3Cs/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt2jaKhYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/cR9sCPlW3Cs/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406621767899448706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Spice Cupcakes at Disneyland- fabulous.  Next time, the Mickey Caramel Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt2MsVPaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/inCwDjwy33k/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt2MsVPaI/AAAAAAAAAt4/inCwDjwy33k/s400/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406621761801633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Rails with two amazing ladies!  Christiana and my friend Stephanie from NV- my Past GWA sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt1j4lVQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/c4XSTsAZWgk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Swgt1j4lVQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/c4XSTsAZWgk/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406621750847165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask the Disneyland Castmembers to take photos of you...they always ruin it.  We were doing something cute and they totally had to zoom in so you couldn't see it.  grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty ya'll- I'm happy at least I got some of the pictures up! I hope you have a fabulous Thanksgiving and send all my love and best wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3723501801899151557?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3723501801899151557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3723501801899151557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3723501801899151557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3723501801899151557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/shannyn-unplugged.html' title='Shannyn Unplugged'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SwgyP55JxEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/PYIM79QDWO0/s72-c/allgreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2433806636229227126</id><published>2009-08-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:09:38.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Royal...Pain, I mean, TEA! haha</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that the Court's fundraiser was a success!  We raised over $500 and as you will see, got TONS of food donated to the Food Pantry (my platform) and lots of items for the Animal Sanctuary and the Homeless (the girls' platforms). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out really well, lots of people showed up, and we had GREAT food. I was very happy with the results.  We raffled off prizes, much of which were generously donated by local businesses.  It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MBJv5mzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Xf7ZjsDMHV4/s1600-h/P8088540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MBJv5mzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Xf7ZjsDMHV4/s400/P8088540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244619435809586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MAsDRY8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/fgJvL-hXbxo/s1600-h/P8088544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MAsDRY8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/fgJvL-hXbxo/s400/P8088544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244611463996354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the prizes- which you can't see but there were some generous gift certificates to local shops and boutiques in town, which I struggled to give away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MASAOzmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0YilfNYegZY/s1600-h/P8088547-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MASAOzmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0YilfNYegZY/s400/P8088547-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244604471922274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4L_39AhuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/w8sSL564tg0/s1600-h/P8088573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4L_39AhuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/w8sSL564tg0/s400/P8088573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244597479081698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4L_LhQFWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fsruOgSmYjU/s1600-h/P8088574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4L_LhQFWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fsruOgSmYjU/s400/P8088574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244585551500642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the ULTIMATE scones, I insisted we had to order some from our local bakery, the Sweet Sicilian! haha, they were FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LtOdI2YI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jbq89OUcg-k/s1600-h/P8088577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LtOdI2YI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jbq89OUcg-k/s400/P8088577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244277101910402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us with the 08-09 Honorary Mayor, Rebecca Waranch and the later-announced (we didn't know it at the time), 09-10 Honorary Mayor, Gail Martin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4Lss9yCCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/BDCWP-Kwg0w/s1600-h/P8088580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4Lss9yCCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/BDCWP-Kwg0w/s400/P8088580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244268112021538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ACTION POSE!  Selling raffle tickets!  (and can I mention that dress was only $13!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LsajfvXI/AAAAAAAAAso/kiuvFUHumUE/s1600-h/P8088582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LsajfvXI/AAAAAAAAAso/kiuvFUHumUE/s400/P8088582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244263169932658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my friends that were our lovely guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LrxYx73I/AAAAAAAAAsg/yFv5_-uIq_8/s1600-h/P8088589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LrxYx73I/AAAAAAAAAsg/yFv5_-uIq_8/s400/P8088589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244252119134066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two volunteers at the Food Pantry came to support us at the Tea- thanks Mr. and Mrs. Russell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LrUz7UkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dzwaJZVa6CU/s1600-h/P8088602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LrUz7UkI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dzwaJZVa6CU/s400/P8088602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372244244448367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We crowned a "queen" and "princess" for a day from a random drawing, my friend Vickie was crowned queen, so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LZHDOEyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-bClDcO9auY/s1600-h/P8088621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LZHDOEyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-bClDcO9auY/s400/P8088621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372243931516769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss, Margaret, donated a fun summer basket for raffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LYUuUapI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2hOYTdCaKRA/s1600-h/P8088632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LYUuUapI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2hOYTdCaKRA/s400/P8088632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372243918007331474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my lovely friends that came to support the project- you can see some of the donations in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LXy9bLGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Rv1xmaQWoVM/s1600-h/P8088642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LXy9bLGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Rv1xmaQWoVM/s400/P8088642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372243908943883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LXSOZocI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hLeMrRWxTys/s1600-h/P8088649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LXSOZocI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hLeMrRWxTys/s400/P8088649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372243900156715458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ALWAYS wanted a picture like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LW6NqqLI/AAAAAAAAArw/z5A9-AYXrI4/s1600-h/P8088656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4LW6NqqLI/AAAAAAAAArw/z5A9-AYXrI4/s400/P8088656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372243893711186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with just the FOOD donated- so there were pet items and lots of other stuff too not shown- people were so generous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all it was a great event, I'm so glad we put it together!  We had cute little name tags with crowns on them, and little ribbon crowns for the younger guests.   Anyone who brought an item to donate got a free Mary Kay gift set from me (it had Journey perfume, Satin Hands Smoothie, and a ton of travel-sized stuff in it).  I can't remember who won that, but I think it was one of our wonderful helpers, which made me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo- I just got back from Vegas today, so I will have pictures up soon! I start school on the 31st, and am taking the GRE of doom on Aug. 27th- wish me luck!  There have been some issues on campus with budget cuts, furlows, and lameness all around, so standing up for my right to graduate in a timely fashion is keeping me busy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss ya'll!  Update your blogs!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2433806636229227126?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2433806636229227126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2433806636229227126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2433806636229227126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2433806636229227126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-royalpain-i-mean-tea-haha.html' title='It was a Royal...Pain, I mean, TEA! haha'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/So4MBJv5mzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Xf7ZjsDMHV4/s72-c/P8088540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5681217944887626137</id><published>2009-08-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:05:55.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Party- Young, Broke and Fabulous Style!</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's official! I'm 23, and life is as fabulous as ever!  I celebrated with a "Young, Broke and Fabulous," Party at mi casa, and had a lot of friends stop by to party!   I will let the pictures speak for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvWOk25LI/AAAAAAAAAro/OiRkwDODweU/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvWOk25LI/AAAAAAAAAro/OiRkwDODweU/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367357652323460274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvVv2zP3I/AAAAAAAAArg/KbUD3J7opgs/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvVv2zP3I/AAAAAAAAArg/KbUD3J7opgs/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367357644077219698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvVSDSeQI/AAAAAAAAArY/h3RgkZMIS9I/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snyov4JjafI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SE2rqRbThjc/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367350396398561778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snyma3feB8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ad-nqNtuf2c/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snyma3feB8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ad-nqNtuf2c/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347836421539778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymaYPqNAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/DjvBE6VhV3g/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymaYPqNAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/DjvBE6VhV3g/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347828033729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun times with a few of my AxiD sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymZ2aWHWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-ODpClZaCRQ/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymZ2aWHWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/-ODpClZaCRQ/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347818951744866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gather 'round children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymZfIePiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/M5MZJUrJPhs/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymZfIePiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/M5MZJUrJPhs/s400/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347812702764578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)  Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymYm1YrkI/AAAAAAAAAqI/T_vgXdTxNfk/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnymYm1YrkI/AAAAAAAAAqI/T_vgXdTxNfk/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347797590322754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnykwvHO0cI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L34sKSoMyLA/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnykwvHO0cI/AAAAAAAAAqA/L34sKSoMyLA/s400/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367346013106262466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that adorable?  My friend Amanda made me cookies and the pugs some cookies of their own!  The card was handmade too- love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykv2wJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MHNtqeYIL2c/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykv2wJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MHNtqeYIL2c/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345997977088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anita's "hangover survival kit," (which I haven't had to use, but is useful!)  Includes Pepto Bismol, Advil, Ice Pack, and much more, soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykvbly7WI/AAAAAAAAApw/uwH19S-LjTA/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykvbly7WI/AAAAAAAAApw/uwH19S-LjTA/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345990685879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Nina cross-stitched this for me, gorgeous huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykuwcu6QI/AAAAAAAAApo/MpY0N-9k5Do/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Snykuwcu6QI/AAAAAAAAApo/MpY0N-9k5Do/s400/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345979105143042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHH!  My friend Christiana, our Miss Fallbrook, made me this AWESOME jacket.  We're in the same sorority..you can;t see inside the hoodie, it's a princess crown print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnykuaVbNQI/AAAAAAAAApg/hphi53L92wo/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnykuaVbNQI/AAAAAAAAApg/hphi53L92wo/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345973168911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear this even if it's 100 degrees outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school in a few short weeks, and am still waiting on my internship schedule at Girls, Inc to be established.  I am taking mostly evening classes, and some online courses, so we will see how it works out!  I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5681217944887626137?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5681217944887626137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5681217944887626137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5681217944887626137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5681217944887626137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time-to-party-young-broke-and.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Party- Young, Broke and Fabulous Style!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SnyvWOk25LI/AAAAAAAAAro/OiRkwDODweU/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5603624359230395077</id><published>2009-07-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:32:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Day is a Gift!  Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyEAPTNt-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Bpgs2UJbd6o/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyEAPTNt-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Bpgs2UJbd6o/s400/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362806395933407202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, I know you either love pugs, or you hate pugs....but seriously, to me, they never stop being cute.  I still get up each morning and go to their crates and say "awwww."  The serve as a good motivation to get up, even on "sleep in days," seeing that I feel guilty leaving them crated for too long.  I love these girls so much, and their antics make for interesting bouts of entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyD_50QZ0I/AAAAAAAAApI/3JtY_XEW30I/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyD_50QZ0I/AAAAAAAAApI/3JtY_XEW30I/s400/095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362806390166415170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Stewart came on, and she started barking at the tv- Not sure if Bailey is a Republican (barking at him) or a Democrat (barking with him.)  But she hasn't barked at the tv when either Sarah Palin or Barack Obama came on lately, so perhaps she just like the Daily Show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyD_RzhSII/AAAAAAAAApA/wwxTEr2h2U8/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyD_RzhSII/AAAAAAAAApA/wwxTEr2h2U8/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362806379425908866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven Colbert? She could care less. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCM2bMXRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-88OtcKooc4/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCM2bMXRI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-88OtcKooc4/s400/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804413571030290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kahlua's gangsta one-ear pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCMoRjcHI/AAAAAAAAAow/J35RcU3GPng/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCMoRjcHI/AAAAAAAAAow/J35RcU3GPng/s400/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804409772503154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pweease, you know you wants to feed us a cookie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLwr6fVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/k0q1FTdRgNo/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLwr6fVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/k0q1FTdRgNo/s400/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804394850680146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that peer into your soul....and demand "nom noms" for Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLgz7CVI/AAAAAAAAAog/SbiPqV2jX7E/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLgz7CVI/AAAAAAAAAog/SbiPqV2jX7E/s400/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804390589303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm 23! YAY (I think!)  I got to drink out of a "birthday boot," at Barley and Hops beer bar and restaurant.....this beer seriously tasted like flowers, but it was fabulous..better than the Bacon Beer I was dared to try later...Needless to say, after the Bacon Beer I was DONE and woke up with a migrane the next morning.  Chris and Whit were smart enough to take a sip and go "gross" and move on, I, on the other hand, was stubborn........no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLK1Y2LI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DAJNfoj_zKQ/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyCLK1Y2LI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DAJNfoj_zKQ/s400/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362804384689871026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_-skpDaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fUIgnMQP9Zo/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_-skpDaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fUIgnMQP9Zo/s400/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362801971384880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my birthday, Chris made me Curried Chicken, nom nom nom. Then Whit, Chris and I went to Barley and Hops to drink some cold ones.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_-T-BaiI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oL4yLhnPLRM/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_-T-BaiI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oL4yLhnPLRM/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362801964780448290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out to In-N-Out for French Fries and Shakes, very tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_9xF2HYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AUqsL9Pl4Sw/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_9xF2HYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AUqsL9Pl4Sw/s400/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362801955418021250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_9eUaPEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yTD0syUWRNE/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_9eUaPEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yTD0syUWRNE/s400/104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362801950378835010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_86EYBOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/us9VtdWSH78/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Smx_86EYBOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/us9VtdWSH78/s400/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362801940647904482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good birthday!  I have more pictures to come of the pugs and I all dressed up for my birthday (yes, I am that brand of nerdy)  and will have pictures from my party that's happening this Saturday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;AND CONGRATS TO BETH, ANDY AND JENNAH ON THEIR NEW HOME, We want pictures as soon as you're settled! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5603624359230395077?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5603624359230395077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5603624359230395077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5603624359230395077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5603624359230395077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/each-day-is-gift-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Each Day is a Gift!  Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SmyEAPTNt-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/Bpgs2UJbd6o/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8175591943534084979</id><published>2009-06-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:08:22.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a clever title...sad.</title><content type='html'>More pictures from my year as a princess!  I'm finally understanding my role, and with that understanding, I totally revamp that role and make it my own.  That's how we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited, this summer has a lot of fun things on the calendar- JULY 4th BABY!!!!  But besides, that splendid holiday weekend, there is a lot of philanthropy on the calendar.  I wanted this office to be more than mastering the "princess wave," and wearing a tiara, I knew it was an opportunity to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July we'll be baking cookies for our firefighters, in August we have a "Royal-Tea."  I was able to get the venue for FREE (thank you Masons!), and we're going to have it as a fundraiser for our various platforms, mine being the Fallbrook Food Pantry.  We are going to have a raffle, and are looking for donations of various items.  Our Miss Fallbrook's mom is making a quilt to raffle off as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to coordinate a "Knit-A-Long" at our local yarn shop....the owner's kids are on summer vacay right now so it's been a bit iffy but it will happen eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1_4GXrI/AAAAAAAAAno/G27xJhgwplE/s1600-h/P5177544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1_4GXrI/AAAAAAAAAno/G27xJhgwplE/s400/P5177544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709381414739634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with a wad of cash from selling "quilt raffle" tickets at the Fallbrook Animal Sanctuary benefit tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1jiEr3I/AAAAAAAAAng/_M9ALyxUIN8/s1600-h/P5177565c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1jiEr3I/AAAAAAAAAng/_M9ALyxUIN8/s400/P5177565c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709373806161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Destiny and I trying on some Silpada jewelry...I LOVE that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1QzLIPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JTEAjtJMVnw/s1600-h/P5177594c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1QzLIPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/JTEAjtJMVnw/s400/P5177594c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709368777613554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the raffle prizes at the Animal Sanctuary benefit tea, the kitty as a tiara!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1Gkxx7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/37z9RfcNLu4/s1600-h/P5207616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1Gkxx7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/37z9RfcNLu4/s400/P5207616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709366032877490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "crowns" with Micheal from the "Lone Wolf Garage" a local classic car restoration shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1JCUa0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7j4-5yoO0QA/s1600-h/P6127902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1JCUa0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/7j4-5yoO0QA/s400/P6127902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709366693653314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot Summer Nites- an event on various Fridays in the summertime that hightlights local vendors, and allows different classes of cars (Imports, Classics, etc.)  to be shown off on Main Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuFUNgSKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Gk3qAorp72E/s1600-h/P6127907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuFUNgSKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Gk3qAorp72E/s400/P6127907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708545059637410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilarious Moment- "How do you feel about Gay Marriage?"  Ya'll know how I feel about it, hahaha  Everytime I wear this tiara I get asked that question! Thank you Miss California...let's hope I can answer more eloquently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuFG3aDeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MMC3GbbY4SM/s1600-h/P6127910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuFG3aDeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MMC3GbbY4SM/s400/P6127910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708541477293538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, I love to SHOP!  We were able to work out a deal with Catherine from Divas to get a lil discount!!!  I did some damage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEwQS0ZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mbxW3EUjsr8/s1600-h/P6127914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEwQS0ZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mbxW3EUjsr8/s400/P6127914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708535407661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so important to support your local economy, I take that job VERY seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEzq_NyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RPIl1sv9h2Y/s1600-h/P6177916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEzq_NyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RPIl1sv9h2Y/s400/P6177916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708536324929314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Fallbrook Chamber of Commerce "Sundowner," which is an event for local businesses to mingle, network and of course, support the chamber by buying raffle tickets for prizes and cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEjeG2GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Cajh2zGJIXM/s1600-h/P6177923c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjpuEjeG2GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Cajh2zGJIXM/s400/P6177923c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348708531975936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sell a LOT Of raffle tickets! I must be a pro by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZ0-RPpI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZA74oLvrzdg/s1600-h/P6177924c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZ0-RPpI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZA74oLvrzdg/s400/P6177924c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707797939863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it wrong I love holding the cash basket??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZnqxx5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/i4GWDyzMp_w/s1600-h/P6177958c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZnqxx5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/i4GWDyzMp_w/s400/P6177958c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707794368448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful Miss Melissa, who was the 2008 2nd Princess, who crowned me.  She has been a dear friend since we ran together in 2008, and now she is running for Honorary Mayor of Fallbrook! I hope she wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZbD6lsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IVJhvAdRueg/s1600-h/P6177965c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZbD6lsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IVJhvAdRueg/s400/P6177965c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707790984222402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZAclvJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bRg82KcLn-I/s1600-h/P6177966c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptZAclvJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bRg82KcLn-I/s400/P6177966c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707783839956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptY5KO9rI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kWaEtUob4g/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SjptY5KO9rI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5kWaEtUob4g/s400/w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348707781883918002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random one from the Animal Sanctuary Benefit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya'll, that's it for now!  I have been a busy little bee this week, but just had to update you with my dorky pictures!  I send my love- toodle loo for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8175591943534084979?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8175591943534084979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8175591943534084979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8175591943534084979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8175591943534084979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-think-of-clever-titlesad.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a clever title...sad.'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sjpu1_4GXrI/AAAAAAAAAno/G27xJhgwplE/s72-c/P5177544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4063047614913035542</id><published>2009-06-09T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:23:24.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>THE PUGS ARE WATCHING YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yhIMzdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fwXMQUEg7GA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yhIMzdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fwXMQUEg7GA/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409687226207698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, Shannyn reporting in again. Life has been a bit stressful lately, as I have had to sit down and try to get a vague idea of where my life is headed in the next year. As you know, I have made the decision to apply to graduate school- and the process really involves a lot of soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write my first post-high school resume, get letters of recommendation from my professors, take the GRE (which requires months of studying) and worst of all, DECIDE WHERE I'M APPLYING TO! haha! Sofar, my portfolio consists of the following: SDSU, UCSB, Harvard, USC, UCSD, Stanford and perhaps University of Colorado at Boulder. I may or may not actually apply to these schools, I'm still in the sniffing out process. I am applying to two Ivy Leagues because well, having a letter of rejection to frame on my wall from an Ivy League &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;be kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the inital freak out of having to get the ball rolling on this process, and scrambling to wrap my head around this lengthy app process, I finally was able to break it down into bits. Right now, I'm studying vocab for the GRE, building my portfolio (with application requirements and program information from schools I like), and working on my resume. I was SO lucky to get into a GRE prep course down in San Diego which is $200 (as opposed to the one that's 10 minutes away from my home and costs $1,100). My friend Misty is letting me room with her for those GRE weekends..yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yZCAp6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LHwRdT-c11w/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yZCAp6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/LHwRdT-c11w/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409685052762018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month, we got to celebrate my best friend Whitney graduating from CSUSM..yay Whitney!  Chris graduates from LLU this Sunday,....Yay Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yChLVHI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tymLJiUC9SE/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yChLVHI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tymLJiUC9SE/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409679009469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61x8fAH-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/RjwyhFkftxM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61x8fAH-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/RjwyhFkftxM/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409677389733858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty and I went Wine Tasting, which involved one quick stop at the House of Jerky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61xmCCXcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/A9wjQTxbzaM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61xmCCXcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/A9wjQTxbzaM/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409671362665922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leonesse Winery, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60Qdj-HdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/svdz2dl11bQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60Qdj-HdI/AAAAAAAAAlI/svdz2dl11bQ/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345408002641763794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty and I at Wilson Creek....true Winos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60QCRT1mI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8kPz8vkxXIc/s1600-h/P6067853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60QCRT1mI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8kPz8vkxXIc/s400/P6067853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345407995315738210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making an appearance at the Fairy Tea, I was sick as a dog from the luau food the day before...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60P119iwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vnd8H9iSIUo/s1600-h/P6067860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60P119iwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vnd8H9iSIUo/s400/P6067860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345407991979805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60PVDqM4I/AAAAAAAAAko/7cz-EDuaAyc/s1600-h/P6067849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60PVDqM4I/AAAAAAAAAko/7cz-EDuaAyc/s400/P6067849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345407983178888066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable! The Fairy Tea was a great event, if I hadn't been so ill and it not so chilly it would have been perfect!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60P3BvmzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gu5Cy7BNUWo/s1600-h/P4267513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si60P3BvmzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/gu5Cy7BNUWo/s400/P4267513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345407992297659186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our other princess Destiny and I selling tickets at the Fallbrook Film Festival in May!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4063047614913035542?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4063047614913035542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4063047614913035542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4063047614913035542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4063047614913035542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Si61yhIMzdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/fwXMQUEg7GA/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3059767917108716740</id><published>2009-05-20T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:11:40.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Wind, is Blowing In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQdaXSII/AAAAAAAAAkI/_qScrrgjKt8/s1600-h/initiation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQdaXSII/AAAAAAAAAkI/_qScrrgjKt8/s400/initiation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967607416309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pic of us at initiation....it's our family within a family...Lacey, top left is the oldest member who took Liz as a little sis last year, and Christiana as a little this year...since I'm Liz's little, Lacey is my "grand big"  hope that makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQXUT6QI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZIuj4h98sH0/s1600-h/Seniordinner2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQXUT6QI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZIuj4h98sH0/s400/Seniordinner2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967605780310274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ladies I'll really miss who just graduated.. this is our senior dinner where the soon-to-be graduates get presented with their stoles to wear with their cap and gown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQGWWmrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/exN9UweKgS8/s1600-h/semiformal092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQGWWmrI/AAAAAAAAAj4/exN9UweKgS8/s400/semiformal092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967601225472690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our "family"  in AxiD before semi-formal... peace! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFP_l-4tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Y4ag9VrzuUQ/s1600-h/semiformal091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFP_l-4tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Y4ag9VrzuUQ/s400/semiformal091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967599411978962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the girls and me at AxiD's semi-formal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_p0NVRSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2YfEXP4hSj0/s1600-h/Initiation+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_p0NVRSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2YfEXP4hSj0/s400/Initiation+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961445962630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana and I before Alpha Xi Delta initiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pihmlOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/X8laCf2fPG8/s1600-h/Initiation+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pihmlOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/X8laCf2fPG8/s400/Initiation+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961441215812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Big Sis and I in our new matching letters... (it's tradition for the little to give her sis a painted paddle and the big to give her little sis a set of matching letters)  You cannot wear greek letters untill you are initiated so I was super happy to be able to get these!  You can't really see, but the pink part has hearts on it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pVUouQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AzXkY529HSE/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pVUouQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AzXkY529HSE/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961437671766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another funny picture of me from pageant night!  hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pMdADPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qdQ47HRnnxk/s1600-h/P4197463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pMdADPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qdQ47HRnnxk/s400/P4197463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961435290930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the Little Miss and Mister Avocado (a contest for kids ages  4-10)...you can see our excited police escorts, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pFmF49I/AAAAAAAAAjA/5tnvPteYrDA/s1600-h/P4197471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShQ_pFmF49I/AAAAAAAAAjA/5tnvPteYrDA/s400/P4197471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961433450013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The avocado derby 500.  Destiny, our other princess beat Christiana and I....boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFPk-VRVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xFpSuYGv7jc/s1600-h/golftourney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFPk-VRVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xFpSuYGv7jc/s400/golftourney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967592266351954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and a former contestant from my first year, and awesome chick named Rachel...she works where we had our chamber golf tournament fundraiser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm about to make a phone call to one of my professors to talk about Grad School options. I'm still in the very, VERY early stages....meaning, I am still looking into what program interests me, where to go, etc.  I haven't even scheduled my GRE exam yet, but got a book about it, and found a free info session on the GRE exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm looking into getting a MA degree (most schools now-a-days that I've looked into only allow you to get an MA with the idea you'll stay for a PhD...oh god!)  at UC Santa Barbara, UC Berkeley, UC San Diego, USC and maybe an Ivy League School for kicks and giggles.  hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started pawing around their websites, so it's still in it's infancy stages...I haven't even decided where I'm applying, so don't quote me on those schools later! ;)  I met with a friend yesterday who got into George Washington University in DC (holy COW!)  and she gave me some pointers on how to start this whole process- it is NOTHING like applying to an undergraduate program I come to find out.  Eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially formulated my "Grad School folder (of doom)" as I call it..which has tabs for all the schools I'm seriously thinking about, for addresses, due dates, etc.  Apparently, I've been warned...you must keep organized or you may miss a due date or forget to submit a required document!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not an option...but PRAY FOR ME! I'm really intimidated by this whole process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and hope we can get together SOON for some fun times and good food! :)  Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3059767917108716740?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3059767917108716740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3059767917108716740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3059767917108716740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3059767917108716740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-wind-is-blowing-in.html' title='The Summer Wind, is Blowing In!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ShRFQdaXSII/AAAAAAAAAkI/_qScrrgjKt8/s72-c/initiation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-1115680028373747829</id><published>2009-04-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:50:19.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Shannyn, Princess of Genovia, I mean, Fallbrook!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard the news, Shannyn is officially a Fallbrook Princess!  The pageant was April 18th, and I'm sorry I don't have the pictures of all my family and friends, those weren't taken on my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually LOST MY VOICE on the day of the pageant, and you can imagine how devastated I was.  Luckily for me, I was able to get through the interview, and after that I didn't speak for 4 hours to conserve my voice for the introduction and on-stage impromptu question.   Talk about a nervous breakdown...I was so dissapointed.....but it worked out just fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got crowned with two other awesome ladies, Christiana Monarez my friend and Alpha Xi sister, and Destiny Altvater, a new buddy!  They are beautiful inside and out, and check out www.thevillagenews.com and look up Pageant 2009 photos to see more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT98NU9ooI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HGZjtqf0XYk/s1600-h/MissFallbrook09+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT98NU9ooI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HGZjtqf0XYk/s400/MissFallbrook09+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329163469897704066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7sIoFqCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/f0PQuNyeGGs/s1600-h/P4187033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7sIoFqCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/f0PQuNyeGGs/s400/P4187033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160994734581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casual wear competition!  (saying "I love you" in sign language!)  The cheers made me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QmP0m4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/EKVjhkE7P1o/s1600-h/P4187170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QmP0m4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/EKVjhkE7P1o/s400/P4187170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160521649527682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evening gown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT8Kqer4gI/AAAAAAAAAio/k1hWm9IsDgM/s1600-h/P4187386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT8Kqer4gI/AAAAAAAAAio/k1hWm9IsDgM/s400/P4187386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329161519218024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing my name!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT78EWJAnI/AAAAAAAAAig/dsIISkE8-E4/s1600-h/P4187395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT78EWJAnI/AAAAAAAAAig/dsIISkE8-E4/s400/P4187395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329161268463469170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7rxudY4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qqrEPJO6Uo/s1600-h/P4187431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7rxudY4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qqrEPJO6Uo/s400/P4187431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160988587287426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Fallbrook! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QYLZQpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/uOBtnZC_RAQ/s1600-h/MissFallbrook09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QYLZQpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/uOBtnZC_RAQ/s400/MissFallbrook09+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160517872861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us with one of the Judges and Fallbrook's Honorary Mayor before the awards began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QKCf2UI/AAAAAAAAAhw/koV9_8RZSUs/s1600-h/MissFallbrook09+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7QKCf2UI/AAAAAAAAAhw/koV9_8RZSUs/s400/MissFallbrook09+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160514077448514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day at the Avocado Festival...wow, big day! It's werid wearing a tiara for me still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7P9FuqLI/AAAAAAAAAho/RwMqpcEfynQ/s1600-h/MissFallbrook09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT7P9FuqLI/AAAAAAAAAho/RwMqpcEfynQ/s400/MissFallbrook09+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160510601341106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful Aunt Norie who came down to support me!  Like I said, I had lots of family/friends at the pageant, but sadly don't have the photos yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to support me, and those who were there in spirit!  I am so excited for this opportunity and love each of you!  The next year will involve me going to ribbon cutting ceremonies, Chamber of Commerce Mixers (twice a month for Bonsall and Fallbrook), Parades, Festivals and Charitable Events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal platform is promoting the Fallbrook Food Pantry and I am ready for action!  I have so much love and gratitude, I hope to make you proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-1115680028373747829?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1115680028373747829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=1115680028373747829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1115680028373747829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1115680028373747829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-shannyn-princess-of-genovia.html' title='Introducing Shannyn, Princess of Genovia, I mean, Fallbrook!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SfT98NU9ooI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HGZjtqf0XYk/s72-c/MissFallbrook09+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8780923072857006204</id><published>2009-04-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:43:24.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Life...My Wonderful Family!</title><content type='html'>I got to go to FRESNO this past weekend! woo hoo! I got to hang out with my Rainbow peeps and also with my awesome family who always keep me entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year in Spring I come up to Fresno for an annual conference for Rainbow, this year I was graciously invited to stay at the "Hotel Birchfield" instead of the Radisson! My friend Misty (an officer from my year) and I stayed at Vern and Norie's house, and the whole gang dropped in to hang out- it was fun. Not only did we get to go to Big Hat Days, make delicious hamburgers and s'mores, but I got to walk through a Walgreen's with no shoes on- pretty cool! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zwuS4rjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fvi5BJS_WXU/s1600-h/Fresno09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zwuS4rjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fvi5BJS_WXU/s400/Fresno09+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323100565473373746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty and me at Grand Assembly...you can read her like a book! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zwNnp_yI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0dhPR5IWgTg/s1600-h/Fresno09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zwNnp_yI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0dhPR5IWgTg/s400/Fresno09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323100556702121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zv8xfTII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5ti4SjiWDr8/s1600-h/Fresno09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zv8xfTII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5ti4SjiWDr8/s400/Fresno09+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323100552179960962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Travis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zvkKkpdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xRkUuXG10OQ/s1600-h/Fresno09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zvkKkpdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/xRkUuXG10OQ/s400/Fresno09+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323100545574282706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His friend and roomie Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9yn1tArPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7rdv_nYHp08/s1600-h/Fresno09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9yn1tArPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7rdv_nYHp08/s400/Fresno09+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099313331547378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the gang at Big Hat Day...Jennah Bean is staying hydrated and full of cheetos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynis2N1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-76_lNpIC8U/s1600-h/Fresno09+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynis2N1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/-76_lNpIC8U/s400/Fresno09+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099308230588242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sno-Cones are fabulous in Fresno weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynV2we5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/vQ6DbfEVzmc/s1600-h/Fresno09+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynV2we5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/vQ6DbfEVzmc/s400/Fresno09+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099304782494610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was his second virgin daquiri...haha..how he didn't get ill, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynIQ10ZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/06LmoBZSHUY/s1600-h/Fresno09+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ynIQ10ZI/AAAAAAAAAgo/06LmoBZSHUY/s400/Fresno09+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099301133799826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peas in a pod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ymywnsnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xUKfmYzyjkI/s1600-h/Fresno09+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9ymywnsnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xUKfmYzyjkI/s400/Fresno09+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099295361512050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies don't look in cameras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w9ZdaszI/AAAAAAAAAgY/oKw7ZklghEo/s1600-h/Fresno09+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w9ZdaszI/AAAAAAAAAgY/oKw7ZklghEo/s400/Fresno09+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097484683817778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w9D-i0-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wDnxo849ewE/s1600-h/Fresno09+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w9D-i0-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wDnxo849ewE/s400/Fresno09+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097478917182434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty on the Ripstick, lookin' cool before the not-so-fun falling part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w84lK4OI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C4W3rupEAqw/s1600-h/Fresno09+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w84lK4OI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C4W3rupEAqw/s400/Fresno09+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097475857965282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woops, crooked picture... haha...Smores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w8kRfEhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Z0EPAh6QM6I/s1600-h/Fresno09+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w8kRfEhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Z0EPAh6QM6I/s400/Fresno09+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097470406693394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w8eTABqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/E6HIQ0aucEQ/s1600-h/Fresno09+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9w8eTABqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/E6HIQ0aucEQ/s400/Fresno09+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097468802434722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks family! I had a blast with you and miss you already!  I owe ya'll s'mores at my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8780923072857006204?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8780923072857006204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8780923072857006204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8780923072857006204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8780923072857006204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wonderful-lifemy-wonderful-family.html' title='My Wonderful Life...My Wonderful Family!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sd9zwuS4rjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/fvi5BJS_WXU/s72-c/Fresno09+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3338470444412161395</id><published>2009-03-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:08:13.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>So I am listening to a podcast right now, over the growls of two pugs fighting over a chew toy...here are some random pictures. Below are pictures from Retreat about a weekend or two ago. I loaded them backwards so they aren't in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, the week of mystery gifts from my big sis, before I knew who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JJPNQT0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sKHRiXvpjW0/s1600-h/roses+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JJPNQT0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sKHRiXvpjW0/s400/roses+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409370509266754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1- Pink Roses of Alpha Xi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIxFu2yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WbLm1XUBOns/s1600-h/StPattys+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIxFu2yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WbLm1XUBOns/s400/StPattys+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409362424650530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bad photo- Day 2- "Favorites Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JI-b1N6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/tYoXEO_5sB4/s1600-h/day3+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JI-b1N6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/tYoXEO_5sB4/s400/day3+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409366007003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3- "Big and Lil Sis Day"  (this is when you get matching stuff and like, movie tickets to use with your big later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIlt5xOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jTT-7iVp7jc/s1600-h/day4+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIlt5xOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/jTT-7iVp7jc/s400/day4+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409359371912418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 4-  Alpha Xi Delta Day!  I finally got some awesome Xi Goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIeZ4GjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xqt2vwVenAY/s1600-h/Retreat+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JIeZ4GjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xqt2vwVenAY/s400/Retreat+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318409357408868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 5-  "Spring Break" Day...beach and gardening stuff, cuz that's how I'm spending my week off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Gjgwl1uI/AAAAAAAAAfI/87B56LItiag/s1600-h/BigLiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Gjgwl1uI/AAAAAAAAAfI/87B56LItiag/s400/BigLiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318406523362596578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Big Sis Liz.  After a week of "mystery gifts,"  my big sis was revealed!  They had all the new girls sit inside, while the actives were outside, we had no idea how our big sis' would be revealed.  When I got called, I walked outside, and all the actives, (and some of the girls who had already been called outside) were standing in a circle with lit candles and there was a fire pit in the middle, you walk around the circle to find out who your big sis is.  Everyone blew their candle out one by one until only your big sis was left with a lit candle- and that's how you found out! cool huh?  I was ecstatic- Liz is awesome. She is my buddy in bio class and didn't even let on all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjoT3uqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LxDLi9ofjdI/s1600-h/BigReveal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjoT3uqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LxDLi9ofjdI/s400/BigReveal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318406525389617826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjqGHbXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LBJjsklyLGQ/s1600-h/pyrofamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjqGHbXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LBJjsklyLGQ/s400/pyrofamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318406525868797298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my "family" within Alpha Xi...  The PYRO.  Why Pyro?  It's a secret! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjFPWolI/AAAAAAAAAew/dn-miIaEdgM/s1600-h/cannedfooddrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjFPWolI/AAAAAAAAAew/dn-miIaEdgM/s400/cannedfooddrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318406515975430738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For our first retreat activity we did a scavenger hunt for canned food for Interfaith!  You can't see all the food we got because we have too many girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjJGKGfI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0lyb6pEseqY/s1600-h/Retreat+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7GjJGKGfI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0lyb6pEseqY/s400/Retreat+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318406517010602482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is team Australia's assortment of goodies!  We won for most "bonus items" I think- we got lots of goodies for Interfaith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Fc3yCcVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uGMoKFRtsFA/s1600-h/Retreat+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Fc3yCcVI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uGMoKFRtsFA/s400/Retreat+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405309771968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE RENTED A JUMPIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FcjwlE0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LBCinUw2Ti4/s1600-h/Retreat+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FcjwlE0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/LBCinUw2Ti4/s400/Retreat+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405304397140802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team China- Chinese Tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FcPMHhAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Qo3RU6WcTn0/s1600-h/Retreat+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FcPMHhAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Qo3RU6WcTn0/s400/Retreat+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405298875499522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of Team Mexico- the Tapatio man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FbbKPl2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zDKHWi2E_3I/s1600-h/Retreat+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7FbbKPl2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zDKHWi2E_3I/s400/Retreat+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405284908996450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One part of Team Jamacia and Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Far7z88I/AAAAAAAAAeA/_c6jBtL1-SQ/s1600-h/Retreat+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7Far7z88I/AAAAAAAAAeA/_c6jBtL1-SQ/s400/Retreat+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318405272231998402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After planting the gift from my big sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3338470444412161395?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3338470444412161395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3338470444412161395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3338470444412161395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3338470444412161395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/Sc7JJPNQT0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/sKHRiXvpjW0/s72-c/roses+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6203772774286014063</id><published>2009-02-18T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:52:09.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Shannyn, Official Sorority Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztcREjJUI/AAAAAAAAAds/XAI9TPhjT64/s1600-h/2201_2317129637808286900_6162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztcREjJUI/AAAAAAAAAds/XAI9TPhjT64/s400/2201_2317129637808286900_6162_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375531010204994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official, I'm an Alpha Xi Delta girl!  After a crazy recruitment (Rush) week, the greeks have spoken!  At our school, we can rush for three sororities, Alpha Chi Omega, Alpha Xi Delta and Alpha Pi Sigma. Over the course of a week, you go to different events for all the sororities, and get to know the girls, and they get to know you.  The week started with about 90 girls rushing, and ended with 33 in Alpha Xi Delta (The Alpha Gamma Class!), about 29 in Alpha Chi Omega and 4 in Alpha Pi Sigma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, you get a call to see if you're invited back to "Preference Day," and I was invited back to all three sororities, talk about exciting!  Sadly, this is the time when some girls don't get invited back (they didn't qualify due to GPA, missed events, didn't really socialize, etc.)  and some girls only get invited back to one sorority, luckily it's usually the one they wanted.  I then went to two of the three sororites, and made my pick on Sunday. You are asked to write down your first and second choice for sororities, and the sororities submit a list of the top girls they'd like back.  Then, the Greek Advisor Team complies the lists in secret and tries to match the girls up to where they wanted and who the sororities wanted (complicated I know).   Monday was "Bid Day," and was so exciting- the girls in the sororities don't know who is going to join, and you don't know if you got the one you chose as your #1.  Each girl is given a bag with her name on it, and everyone rips them open at the same time, then runs outside to find their sorority, it was intense! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztcdbnpxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-EFhCOdQ9Oc/s1600-h/2201_2317129637808286908_8947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztcdbnpxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-EFhCOdQ9Oc/s400/2201_2317129637808286908_8947_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375534328194834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Alpha Gamma Class meeting with the current girls- getting gifts and pink roses (our flower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztQDbN_XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7WjiSu1sI0I/s1600-h/n521184093_1458129_3528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztQDbN_XI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7WjiSu1sI0I/s400/n521184093_1458129_3528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375321188760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztP_UzHfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/n6Ohi9rI6jo/s1600-h/n521184093_1458138_6309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztP_UzHfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/n6Ohi9rI6jo/s400/n521184093_1458138_6309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375320088092146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztPyXxxBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eYA4mCwFIRw/s1600-h/n521184093_1458377_6325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztPyXxxBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/eYA4mCwFIRw/s400/n521184093_1458377_6325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375316610925586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the girls of the Alpha Gamma Class- 33 new sisters, me included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztP6-j1AI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zbYnNs9Z9HQ/s1600-h/n521184093_1458379_6849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztP6-j1AI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zbYnNs9Z9HQ/s400/n521184093_1458379_6849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375318921073666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find me? (hint, far left, near the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-SdPhsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/X8puKqf4ESU/s1600-h/2201_2317129637808286918_2765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-SdPhsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/X8puKqf4ESU/s400/2201_2317129637808286918_2765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375015986136770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the "Bid Acceptance" we went to Deanna's house for Pat N Oscars and some time to hang out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-O3ZipI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0GuiM22Xa3s/s1600-h/n139900153_30793505_8977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-O3ZipI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0GuiM22Xa3s/s400/n139900153_30793505_8977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375015022103186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us- holy cow we're big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-I0mO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/AX_2cg3cy4M/s1600-h/2201_2317129637808286927_6249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-I0mO6I/AAAAAAAAAck/AX_2cg3cy4M/s400/2201_2317129637808286927_6249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375013399739298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-JMV8II/AAAAAAAAAcc/N5dFDoukdOg/s1600-h/n139900153_30793497_5689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-JMV8II/AAAAAAAAAcc/N5dFDoukdOg/s400/n139900153_30793497_5689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375013499334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-EtQ8lI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Qwan93ckDCA/s1600-h/n139900153_30793503_8148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZzs-EtQ8lI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Qwan93ckDCA/s400/n139900153_30793503_8148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375012295242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bunniesandbows.com/greek_dreams/images/products/standards/alpha_xi_delta_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 638px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.bunniesandbows.com/greek_dreams/images/products/standards/alpha_xi_delta_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am SO elated to be an Alpha Xi Delta girl- I knew when I met the girls during Fall that they were the ones I connected with......I'm so glad they wanted me in their sorority too!  Our colors are light blue, dark blue and yellow.  Our flower is the pink rose, our mascot, the teddy bear.  Our motto, "Realize Your Potential," and symbol is the quill (the pen is mightier than the sword!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I will pledge the sorority (whatever that means!) and will be initiated at the end of the semester.  I will get a "Big Sis" that will be revealed in March, and I have no clue who she will be, yet another surprise!  (Surprises are definetly a sorority thing!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6203772774286014063?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6203772774286014063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6203772774286014063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6203772774286014063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6203772774286014063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/introducing-shannyn-official-sorority.html' title='Introducing Shannyn, Official Sorority Girl.'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SZztcREjJUI/AAAAAAAAAds/XAI9TPhjT64/s72-c/2201_2317129637808286900_6162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2524815953555063018</id><published>2009-01-31T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:53:04.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture OVERLOAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIkcUSWzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nIgxF1ak2Bs/s1600-h/Jan09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIkcUSWzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nIgxF1ak2Bs/s400/Jan09+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297509221352495922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This my friends, is what I got at WAL-MART!  I wouldn't have bought a fleece Obama blanket, I think it's a bit cheesy (coming from Walmart of all places!) but I knew it would really be funny to put on Dad's bed, so I HAD to buy it.  My Dad, as you can probably imagine, is not an Obama fan.  In fact, pretty much anything different does not go on dad's "awesome radar."  Dad's awesome radar picks up on anything that includes buffets, Ford trucks, DVD's, "good deals," steak, cigars and white people who eat meat, drive trucks and enjoy going to buffets.  Wow, that just about sums him up. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of redecorating his room in red, white and blue and framing Obama's picture, along with a picture of a same sex, mexican-immigrant couple, that is ordering a tofu dish from a drive thru in their hybrid car.  I love my dad, but we do not see eye to eye on politics, at all.  He labels me as the "crazy treehugging feminist," because I don't think it's fair to call all Mexicans "illegals" (because they're NOT.)  or because I enjoy Thai food, go to college, and prefer small business to big-box stores or perhaps it's because I think Guantamo Bay needs to be closed.  Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off my political soap box.  If I didn't lose half of my readers here, it will be a miracle- just look at the pretty pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIkJgocoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXNNizseMMk/s1600-h/Jan09+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIkJgocoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XXNNizseMMk/s400/Jan09+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297509216304001666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Chris, Whitney, Angela and I went to Big Bear a few weeks ago.  Angela only went so I would go, because as many of you know, I hate going down big hills while relying on my own skills of balance, (doesn't work, I fall way too much).  So, while our buddies hit the slopes, Ang and I went to a yarn shop in Big Bear and I found enough yarn to carry me into the next century, and then we hung out at a wonderful cofffee shop, shopped and at at Quizno's..yes, Quizno's....ugh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIjctP0_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mzpZkXjcLmw/s1600-h/Jan09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIjctP0_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mzpZkXjcLmw/s400/Jan09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297509204277318642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she cute?  Literacy is fun-damental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIjFwQyfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qyY-yIJt9MQ/s1600-h/Jan09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIjFwQyfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/qyY-yIJt9MQ/s400/Jan09+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297509198115949042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where Angela and I hung out while Whit and Chris hit the slopes.  I got a Campfire Latte at this little coffee shop, we knitted, read, and enjoyed my score of yarn from Big Bear's HUGE yarn shop.  Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIi9S9V4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/P-yV5e_0RBU/s1600-h/Jan09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIi9S9V4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/P-yV5e_0RBU/s400/Jan09+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297509195845556098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yousofunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHGNMnKmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sXfbBOl7HC4/s1600-h/Jan09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHGNMnKmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sXfbBOl7HC4/s400/Jan09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507602386070114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food after snowboarding, skiing and haha, shopping all day!  Lake Arrowhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHF3H_RoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HnT5zGWiVVw/s1600-h/Jan09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHF3H_RoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HnT5zGWiVVw/s400/Jan09+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507596461098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney and I after eating at Lake Arrowhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Martin Luther King Jr. three-day weekend, I was invited by my school to attend a Social Justice Summit.  The SJS retreat was from Friday to Sunday and was at a really nice hotel in Escondido- the food, may I mention, also nice!  We first met up on Campus at the Clarke (which is an activity center and gym) and began some activites.   We made a "quilt" with pictures that displayed our heritage or our lives, and things unique to us.  We played a game where in a giant circle, you step in if you identify with something the group leader says-  "I am Christian," "I am male,"  "I am gay,"  "I am not sure what I am."  etc.  This was to let each other know how diverse we are, and to be proud of whatever we are- it was really powerful to see people be brave about their identities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the weekend we did many activities about prejuidice, discrimination and how to combat inequality in our own communities and our lives.  On one night, people shared powerful stories of how they had been discriminated, or how they had perpetuated discrimination in their lives- it really affected me.  I suddenly was able to relate to people I previously had dismissed as "different." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFnBh3fI/AAAAAAAAAas/wcRQo0wIXAU/s1600-h/Jan09+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFnBh3fI/AAAAAAAAAas/wcRQo0wIXAU/s400/Jan09+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507592139038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE BUS!   Our school provided transporation from campus to the retreat...Is it weird I find it awesome my school has a bus that looks so shiny and new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFi33msI/AAAAAAAAAak/-AFnigzEn0o/s1600-h/Jan09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFi33msI/AAAAAAAAAak/-AFnigzEn0o/s400/Jan09+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507591024777922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cush digs at the Cougar Den on Campus- the first part of the of the Social Justice Summit...Isn't it nice lookin? Check out the cougar picture, I dig it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFXfwX7I/AAAAAAAAAac/yrZ_sorHu0w/s1600-h/Jan09+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSHFXfwX7I/AAAAAAAAAac/yrZ_sorHu0w/s400/Jan09+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507587970850738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFiA1Y97I/AAAAAAAAAaU/HJcE0b4dWQw/s1600-h/Jan09+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFiA1Y97I/AAAAAAAAAaU/HJcE0b4dWQw/s400/Jan09+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505881080526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our social justice quilt- every person got four patches to design about their life and what they believed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFh3qPohI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MDZKfHkPmt0/s1600-h/Jan09+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFh3qPohI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MDZKfHkPmt0/s400/Jan09+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505878617858578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A really interesting activity about social justice- Can you build a tower with angel hair pasta and small marshmellows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFhQrV3TI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ss48dTGbwzc/s1600-h/Jan09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFhQrV3TI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ss48dTGbwzc/s400/Jan09+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505868153478450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the LGBT focus group from the SJS I went to- Our goal will be to raise awareness about the resources on campus for Social Justice and break down walls that alienate people in the LGBT community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFhJzWinI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u9jsu3TEIyg/s1600-h/Jan09+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFhJzWinI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/u9jsu3TEIyg/s400/Jan09+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505866308029042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin and I at the Social Justice Summit! He loves Twilight too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFggTvMMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/opBTZU7OKLk/s1600-h/Jan09+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSFggTvMMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/opBTZU7OKLk/s400/Jan09+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297505855169573058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so cool...hangin' out at Whitney's house- wearing her Dad's hat.  (Her dad was just Installed as Master of our local Masonic Lodge- and instead of a Top Hat, he got a joke Viking hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEFIfE96I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IYSgp3qZXH4/s1600-h/Jan09+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEFIfE96I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IYSgp3qZXH4/s400/Jan09+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504285406590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught the flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEE3FfbhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/skH8BPLsk2M/s1600-h/Jan09+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEE3FfbhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/skH8BPLsk2M/s400/Jan09+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504280735870482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela wearing Whitney's Dad's "hat" and stufff...fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEEvaLI5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/CzV7tfRIuCQ/s1600-h/Jan09+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEEvaLI5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/CzV7tfRIuCQ/s400/Jan09+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504278675137426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, is a Tommy's chili dog.  It is amazingly delicious.  Dad used to take me to Tommy's in Whittier all the time, Chris and I stopped at one and I had to break my own moral code..oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEEZyLgiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/p3bPsWfUcI8/s1600-h/Jan09+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSEEZyLgiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/p3bPsWfUcI8/s400/Jan09+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504272870244898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double-fistin it! Chris loaned me his for this picture, I didn't actually chow on two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSED36jc0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/_7z_VqGwExU/s1600-h/Jan09+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSED36jc0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/_7z_VqGwExU/s400/Jan09+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297504263778562882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the pugs spend their cool Socal days, in front of the heater with something to chew on. awwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2524815953555063018?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2524815953555063018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2524815953555063018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2524815953555063018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2524815953555063018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-overload.html' title='Picture OVERLOAD!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SYSIkcUSWzI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nIgxF1ak2Bs/s72-c/Jan09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-628520766633248906</id><published>2009-01-08T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:22:53.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is There a Theme?" "The Theme? 2009?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDkIa5l4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Fw6ghQKMRns/s1600-h/NewYears+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDkIa5l4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Fw6ghQKMRns/s400/NewYears+118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989100407887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I held a New Year's Eve Party again this year, and since I've had two themed parties for birthdays, everyone wanted to know if there was a theme...I said, "The theme? 2009?"  Genius.  I could make millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of good food- Lil Smokies, Artichoke Dip, Stuffed Mushrooms, Chips and Salsa, lots of champagne, and yes,  a root beer keg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDjKcxZpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BQZn8h7lnD8/s1600-h/NewYears+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDjKcxZpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BQZn8h7lnD8/s400/NewYears+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989083772741266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDihZDlWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zZvHRI9dunU/s1600-h/NewYears+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDihZDlWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zZvHRI9dunU/s400/NewYears+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989072751301986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I luffs crepe paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDiB2IxpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QfD96cKem8s/s1600-h/NewYears+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDiB2IxpI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QfD96cKem8s/s400/NewYears+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989064283342482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this was my second attempt at a picture...not very good at picture taking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAn7vqK9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qNmQMomC3m0/s1600-h/NewYears+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAn7vqK9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qNmQMomC3m0/s400/NewYears+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985867189890002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my very tall friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAnKpYVcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kOMiM22-jHM/s1600-h/NewYears+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAnKpYVcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kOMiM22-jHM/s400/NewYears+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985854010217922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAmsbVnfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ivjVXGIQLrE/s1600-h/NewYears+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAmsbVnfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ivjVXGIQLrE/s400/NewYears+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985845898255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROCK BAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAmFdzwFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9TxhZGBWJDM/s1600-h/NewYears+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAmFdzwFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9TxhZGBWJDM/s400/NewYears+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985835439636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAlOwNDNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/weWaqHqsw3I/s1600-h/NewYears+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZAlOwNDNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/weWaqHqsw3I/s400/NewYears+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288985820752841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-yc3GDVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pdXMmKIl8s8/s1600-h/NewYears+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-yc3GDVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pdXMmKIl8s8/s400/NewYears+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983848854883666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-wZiCpAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/izhT1tsc48c/s1600-h/NewYears+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-wZiCpAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/izhT1tsc48c/s400/NewYears+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983813601534978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-vbitVBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2umfw26Awdw/s1600-h/NewYears+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-vbitVBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2umfw26Awdw/s400/NewYears+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983796961334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-u314sBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lusvx2qUFPE/s1600-h/NewYears+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-u314sBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lusvx2qUFPE/s400/NewYears+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983787378094098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-ummAPiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/etIh7mgLu3k/s1600-h/NewYears+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY-ummAPiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/etIh7mgLu3k/s400/NewYears+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288983782748077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8zj5XjAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fQ-ChBdEM7A/s1600-h/NewYears+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8zj5XjAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fQ-ChBdEM7A/s400/NewYears+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981668900080642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8ymVXYPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uWTn5hTY8VU/s1600-h/NewYears+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8ymVXYPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uWTn5hTY8VU/s400/NewYears+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981652374511858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(aren't my friends adorable?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8yOt5c2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/U3Fn3WQAKQE/s1600-h/NewYears+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8yOt5c2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/U3Fn3WQAKQE/s400/NewYears+094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981646034957154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(silly picture of me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8xWEU_3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/i7a-UgFhi4I/s1600-h/NewYears+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWY8xWEU_3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/i7a-UgFhi4I/s400/NewYears+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288981630828216178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(what is jared doing?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year and your 2009 is a fabulous one!  Here's a toast to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-628520766633248906?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/628520766633248906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=628520766633248906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/628520766633248906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/628520766633248906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-there-theme-theme-2009.html' title='&quot;Is There a Theme?&quot; &quot;The Theme? 2009?&quot;'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SWZDkIa5l4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Fw6ghQKMRns/s72-c/NewYears+118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8260618858877360896</id><published>2009-01-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:30:29.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Rocked.</title><content type='html'>Hope ya'll had a holly jolly holiday- I know I did!  Christmas morning was spent at my home with Chris and his parents over for breakfast.  We made Martha Stewart's french toast, and I burned the bacon.  Yes, have the girl who doesn't eat bacon try and cook it...... real smart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, Chris wanted me to use his mom's bacon tray that you microwave to cook the bacon.  I had never cooked bacon any other way than in a frying pan.  Well, things were fine until I put in the last batch of bacon, and my microwave did it's job- perhaps too well. Not only did I ruin the bacon, but the tray as well.  Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y541AjFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9r-EXjEfZQ/s1600-h/Christmas08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y541AjFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9r-EXjEfZQ/s400/Christmas08+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286578245179837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toys to donate- not bad for a college kid huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y5WH8EnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UCLiCdKmsso/s1600-h/Christmas08+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y5WH8EnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UCLiCdKmsso/s400/Christmas08+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286578235863994994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad opening the pug ornament, and Bailey warming up her laser vision...she thought we still had bacon to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y4zYyUwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wfjCvqzIXFM/s1600-h/Christmas08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y4zYyUwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wfjCvqzIXFM/s400/Christmas08+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286578226539418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey, back from the dead!  The girls DESTROYED their previously beloved Monk-Monk so dad found another one.  They were overjoyed...then they got about fifty more chew toys and were onto the next thing to munch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y4atZzxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HYHU9n5iCN0/s1600-h/Christmas08+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y4atZzxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HYHU9n5iCN0/s400/Christmas08+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286578219915005714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most random gift ever! That red pug lookin' thing in my hand is actually a handbag!  Bailey wanted to meet her new buddy.  Vanessa, Chris' mom saw this and had to get it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wxFe8rBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uIOkfeHcivc/s1600-h/Christmas08+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wxFe8rBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uIOkfeHcivc/s400/Christmas08+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575894934891538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa and Chris (wearing the new sweater I got him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wwPGYX9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/_wTTypEn7RA/s1600-h/Christmas08+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wwPGYX9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/_wTTypEn7RA/s400/Christmas08+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575880336334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I didn't plan to match- it just happened that way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wv5MaKcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SQ-_7qKBP0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wv5MaKcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SQ-_7qKBP0Y/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575874456037826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pugs say hello and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wvgYLilI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zIN-bkdD-kM/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2wvgYLilI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zIN-bkdD-kM/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286575867794524754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I headed to Balboa park last week- those are my new earrings. Hand made glass beads in San Diego- very cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8260618858877360896?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8260618858877360896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8260618858877360896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8260618858877360896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8260618858877360896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-rocked.html' title='Christmas Rocked.'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SV2y541AjFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/X9r-EXjEfZQ/s72-c/Christmas08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3060035844426641656</id><published>2008-12-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:40:30.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Memories</title><content type='html'>Sadly, after my laptop crashed earlier this year, I lost all the pics from last Christmas- except one that I have of Gram with her shawl on.  I went back to one of my old computer, and with my new Hello Kitty Flash Drive, (thanks Santa!) I transferred a bunch of photos- here's a walk down memory lane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSnwUr86I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kB506vmB4TM/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSnwUr86I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kB506vmB4TM/s400/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572424450077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the most bizarre thing dad ever had us do- but he took us to Star Shots in the Mall and made us look like respectable little children...OF THE 90'S!  When else would you dress up two kids in a bunch of tule, fan shaped earrings and fry their hair so bad it would grow back that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have been 6 or 7 in this picture- and it was the first time I ever wore makeup (Jon Bennet right??) but it was only to cover up the scratches on my face from all of my tomboy activities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSnGMVMKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7o19u-e0aU/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSnGMVMKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7o19u-e0aU/s400/DSC02177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572413140742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time jump- me in NY summer 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSm4EP_nI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wvXRCNApaLg/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSm4EP_nI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wvXRCNApaLg/s400/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572409348750962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also Summer 06- right before I almost got asked to leave the Hello Kitty Store in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSmhlGn2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/EBK5m0Y5PaE/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSmhlGn2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/EBK5m0Y5PaE/s400/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284572403312533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ81owifI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u5Zpw7grqf0/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ81owifI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u5Zpw7grqf0/s400/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570587630438898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney and I at Southern Rainbow Camp at Ponderosa Pines- that is an awesome swing chair!  The theme was safari- and it was during this time, that it became well known in the IORG world, that I was the one obsessed with pink. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ8k27Z2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5nljRqX9VYM/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ8k27Z2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5nljRqX9VYM/s400/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570583126468450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an OLD photo!  This was after a Rainbow event where we were supposed to wear all of one color, mine, obviously, was pink.  Kendra and Ronni, chose the less embarassing route- blue.  Notice the Rainbow Brite shirt that I truly wish I still had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ9lEMDxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DnL7enDn2yo/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ9lEMDxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DnL7enDn2yo/s400/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570600361955090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was after I was appointed GWA in 2005 (for the 2006 year).  The Past Grand Worthy Advisors bring you to one of their hotel rooms and give you gifts and basically lay out how your life is going to change in the next 24 hours...I was crying and hyperventilating so much, I think this is the only picture that came out from that point in the night.  On my lap is the gorgeous dress bag my grandie (the outgoing GWA) made for me- it's lined with Mickey Mouse fabric and I still have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPbm2rP-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zEIdjwRQtig/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPbm2rP-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zEIdjwRQtig/s400/DSC01985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568917214969826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't tell you how many years Whitney and I helped out with Lemonade for the Avo Fest- but we were not only good cooks, but quite nice sign makers too...this is in my portfolio.  (sarcasm much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZnuuV9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/nAHHFJUHiMo/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZnuuV9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/nAHHFJUHiMo/s400/DSC00538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568883090315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Circa 2004- Whitney and I foolin' around takin' pictures...before trucker hats were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZG2CCeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/U0YdmuMUze8/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZG2CCeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/U0YdmuMUze8/s400/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568874262596066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite projects- well, this was before Straight from the Heart!!  In 2004/2005 I collected donations for a woman's shelter- that was a soft bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZJIwBCI/AAAAAAAAATw/KFSw6gtwCc8/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaPZJIwBCI/AAAAAAAAATw/KFSw6gtwCc8/s400/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568874877977634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just before Sai-Han, Whitney and I saw Rent- afterwards I pointed out the irony that Rent is about many things, but a lot about poverty, and after leaving the theatre, there were homeless people sleeping on the benches around the theatre...hmm.  Those are the guys that SHOULD be in the play.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ9JhYqQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tbDwC41UcW0/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ9JhYqQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tbDwC41UcW0/s400/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570592968222978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gram in 2005 methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO7D41phI/AAAAAAAAATg/hhB2MNbftPw/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO7D41phI/AAAAAAAAATg/hhB2MNbftPw/s400/DSC00348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568358072985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram's fave Chimichanga which she pronounced "Shimmy-shanga."  Hilarious!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ96VKCuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VU-U_KRnyUw/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaQ96VKCuI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VU-U_KRnyUw/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570606070270690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses for Grammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6hUi2oI/AAAAAAAAATY/hvte4TeKOOI/s1600-h/GramsBenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6hUi2oI/AAAAAAAAATY/hvte4TeKOOI/s400/GramsBenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568348793952898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gram and Benny!  She was his favorite lap to snuggle on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6tfX4yI/AAAAAAAAATQ/u86-v_c7UyY/s1600-h/grad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6tfX4yI/AAAAAAAAATQ/u86-v_c7UyY/s400/grad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568352060597026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how thrilled he was!  Couldn't grin any bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6U7TMhI/AAAAAAAAATI/fhBFvHQvBHA/s1600-h/grad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6U7TMhI/AAAAAAAAATI/fhBFvHQvBHA/s400/grad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568345466843666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always had my own style- clunky shoes and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6FXCIbI/AAAAAAAAATA/-q4LBX28YXc/s1600-h/Christmas06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaO6FXCIbI/AAAAAAAAATA/-q4LBX28YXc/s400/Christmas06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568341288198578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe this was Christmas 2004- this was my first year without her, and though I was expecting to be really depressed, my wonderful friends and family kept me so busy with fun stuff I didn't have much time to think about it- until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, being a bit sad at this moment is okay- it's part of the healing process.  I do miss Gram, and along with it comes my missing of Dianne Marshall and Vickie Diem.  I have been able to look and and sort through my pics of Dianne and Vickie, but until now, I avoided any pictures of Gram.  2008 meant that all my fun pictures of them are now keepsakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just now able to sort through Grammy's stuff- and I am telling myself it's okay to get rid of some of her knicknacks.  It's hard, but I am doing it and I'm glad I'm forcing myself to work up the courage.  I have tons more pictures of her that I've luckily stumbled across, but I will save those for some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting together my photo albums- finally.  So, if you read this and you have photos of me, please email them??   I need more photos that werent' taken by me, because lord knows they don't come out.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays- and have a great 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3060035844426641656?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3060035844426641656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3060035844426641656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3060035844426641656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3060035844426641656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-memories.html' title='Beautiful Memories'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SVaSnwUr86I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kB506vmB4TM/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-1194785462627947047</id><published>2008-12-24T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:27:51.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Review of Love is a Mix Tape and Little Heathens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stinkyfatpig.com/blog/uploaded_images/love_l-719977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.stinkyfatpig.com/blog/uploaded_images/love_l-719977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished reading "Love is a Mix Tape," and I would recommend it to anyone that remembers making mix tapes for their friends and potential love interests.  If the hum of the cassette tape is familiar to you, and you recall rewinding your favorite song a thousand times, or recall wearing bulky and mostly flimsy, headphones before Ear Buds were around, you might enjoy this book.  Rob writes about the various mix tapes he had created and the stories behind it.  Also, about falling in love with his wife Renee, and what it was like to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Sheffield is a writer for Rolling Stones magazine and knows a LOT about music- but the fact that many of his tapes include Prince, The Go-Go's and The Cure will tell you what decade his tale takes place in!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511tUVAKInL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511tUVAKInL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm about halfway though this book- and so far it is a very interesting read.  I picked it up at an independent bookstore which is (sob) going out of business today.  Farewell Book-Nook!  &gt;&gt;sigh&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred writes about her experience on her Grandparent's farm during the Great Depression.  One pair of socks were worn by every kid in the house- when the toe wore through, it was cut down, stitched up and then passed on to the next youngest child.  Clothes were worn and remade untill they couldn't be useable, then would be turned into doilies or rags.  Sheets were made into bandages when they were no longer useable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit enchanted by the thrift of this family- they were very resourceful and knowledgeable about home remedies and self-reliance.  At the same time though, a lot of this knowledge didn't pertain to life today.  Most of us don't live on a farm, are expected to buy nice clothes (living in cities and suburbs makes us contstantly exposed to the scrutiny of others) and go to the doctor or drug store when we are sick- coming up with home remedies isn't valued as thrifty, but rather, ruthless.  In addition, many of us don't have such large families, or have enough property to grow our own fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it's been a very good read and it reminds me that I need to go outside and plant my cauliflower, broccolli and beets.  Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-1194785462627947047?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1194785462627947047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=1194785462627947047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1194785462627947047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1194785462627947047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/review-of-love-is-mix-tape-and-little.html' title='Review of Love is a Mix Tape and Little Heathens'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2003060396779702854</id><published>2008-12-21T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:12:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause your Friends Don't Dance, and if They Don't Dance Then They're No Friends of Mine!!!</title><content type='html'>I have had "Safety Dance," stuck in my head for two days now. Since I have implanted it in your head now, I expect you to rock out! If you want to dance to it, go to &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/"&gt;Playlist.com&lt;/a&gt; and look it up, it'll play from your browser, (that's how I roll!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D0iY7NWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mQeoBGycVXw/s1600-h/December08+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D0iY7NWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mQeoBGycVXw/s400/December08+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282304351559955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am very happy to inform you that my project- the crocheted Corporate Zombie from the Creepy Cute Crochet book is DONE! I saw this book while browsing the book store back in spring. At the time, I didn't know how to crochet, much less make a zombie. But I found the zombie, along with some other patterns (they have a skeleton!) that I knew would be perfect for some friends of mine. It was then my quest began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few afternoons with my Godmom Jan who showed me the moves- I learned how to crochet, double crochet, double half crochet, and then, crochet in the round. I had the tools I needed! She even gave me TONS of yarn, needles, pattern books and even more pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out crafting amigurumi (that's a term for a japanese style of doll making with crochet) and made two octopus (how do you pluralize that?)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6FxXfs1VI/AAAAAAAAASw/r02YdVwnR9Y/s1600-h/octtty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6FxXfs1VI/AAAAAAAAASw/r02YdVwnR9Y/s400/octtty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282306496119231826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....candy corn, and I'm working on stuff for my baby cousins that will get done eventually (I promise!) Then, I turned to the Creepy Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit a major roadblock when I had to craft the hair. I didn't have the lace loom that the book called for, so I made do with a piece of plastic that used to be the ruler from my planner. Getting the hair off the plastic was a pain, so I put the doll in the craft bin, unfinished for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dad got me the lace loom and I was finally motivated to finish the project.  Now, mind you, this project was intended for my friend's birthday in OCTOBER.  Problem was, the book came late, then I had to figure out how to make the darn thing...and by mid-November I was so irritated by the hair, I gave up.  I had originally planned to give him this doll with a bottle of Zombie Zinfandel I found at the market, but I had to just give him the wine sans the doll until now.  He will get this doll as a Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll, which I have named Ed, is posing with my favorite Zombie flick.  Mind you, it's the only Zombie movie I will watch.  Nevermind it's a funny movie, but it's the only one that doesn't scare the bejessus out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D0aEfGJI/AAAAAAAAASI/cyW1lrmXuLk/s1600-h/December08+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D0aEfGJI/AAAAAAAAASI/cyW1lrmXuLk/s400/December08+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282304349326743698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D3F2vqzI/AAAAAAAAASo/viB39cB3up4/s1600-h/December08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D3F2vqzI/AAAAAAAAASo/viB39cB3up4/s400/December08+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282304395440007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this cute little doll at my local yarn shop- it was handmade by someone in my town and it was an impulse buy (along with the yarn below I am crafting into a scarf!)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D2q09YDI/AAAAAAAAASg/xYXf-XaBoTc/s1600-h/December08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D2q09YDI/AAAAAAAAASg/xYXf-XaBoTc/s400/December08+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282304388184760370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scarf is made of a soy/wool blend- it is very soft and I love crafting it.  My regret is that I did not think of a more creative ribbing pattern, but I was cold and just wanted to start another scarf.  My hometown has been rather cold (not in comparison to some places) but I was cold and unprepared- let the knitting commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D1y_UkWI/AAAAAAAAASY/gbrV4Nvdgf8/s1600-h/December08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D1y_UkWI/AAAAAAAAASY/gbrV4Nvdgf8/s400/December08+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282304373195837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, here are just a few of the dishclothes I crocheted for gifts. I am not overly happy with how they turned out.  But I learned a new stitch (dcfp) and it was jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is getting close to Christmas day- most of my crafting is done- except for Dad's afghan which I am still working on...I will post pictures when it's done.  Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2003060396779702854?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2003060396779702854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2003060396779702854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2003060396779702854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2003060396779702854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Cause your Friends Don&apos;t Dance, and if They Don&apos;t Dance Then They&apos;re No Friends of Mine!!!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SU6D0iY7NWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mQeoBGycVXw/s72-c/December08+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4503698497945424116</id><published>2008-12-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:06:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Handmade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolmompicks.com/savehandmade"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coolmompicks.com/images/savehandmade.jpg" alt="Save Handmade Toys" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many issues with large corporate owned toy manufacturers, who produce in China and recently, lawmakers have been trying to protect consumers from unsafe toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laws are in effect now that are meant to curb the production of unsafe toys that put regulations and mandatory testing on all toys that will be sold in the U.S.  While this is great for large corporations, who produce in China and other countries, and can afford the expensive testing of their products, these regulations also pertain to ANY toy manufacturers.  So, if you have seen little wooden trains at your farmer's market, or you know of someone who sews dolls for kids to earn extra income- this affects them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read this blog and sign the petition.  Let's not let corporations get the upper hand and allow small businesses to die out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.treehuggingfamily.com/help-save-handmade-toys-in-the-usa-sign-the-online-petition/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it- Look up stuff at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;www.Etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4503698497945424116?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4503698497945424116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4503698497945424116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4503698497945424116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4503698497945424116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/save-handmade.html' title='Save Handmade!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2853899060616083182</id><published>2008-12-14T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:31:55.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!!! &gt;&gt;The angels sing&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Today is my first real day with no responsibility. I woke up thinking "What is there to do today? Homework, nope....studying...nope...cramming for finals? All done!"  Yes my friends, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.npr.org/programs/totn/features/2007/10/deadtravelfast_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 304px;" src="http://media.npr.org/programs/totn/features/2007/10/deadtravelfast_200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a LOT lately. I just finished a great book by Eric Nuzum- "The Dead Travel Fast."  I scoped it out in my "recent arrivals" section of the library- and wasn't too sure if it was going to be interesting- it was about vampires, and that can either be an interesting read or another opportunity to look like I'm well read and return in the next day to the library without even getting past the first chapter.  Luckily, it was a great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric tries to discover why vampires are so popular, and thus goes through the various ways it has permeated into popular culture by taking a tour of Transylvania, meeting up with self-proclaimed "vampires" at Jillian's (Like Applebees) and dissects the ever popular&lt;br /&gt;Dracula by Bram Stoker.  It's more of a hilarious sociological dissection of the vampire culture and is full of really interesting facts about Dracula, Bram Stoker, Transylvania and the real Vlad Dracula (Vlad the Impailer) and of course Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 424px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/n191782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By understanding the vampire craze instead of being sucked into it, I feel a little less dirty when I delve into the ever-popular Twilight Series.  Yes, I am on book two.  God help me!  It finally arrived and I am done with finals so I can allow myself to sit down and read this massive book.  I will be on my couch if you need me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brooklynrail.org/article_image/image/1221/MUSIC_Ozga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 403px;" src="http://www.brooklynrail.org/article_image/image/1221/MUSIC_Ozga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the book I plan on reading next, if I don't get sucked into reading the third Twilight Series book.  I've requested it from the library- we'll see when it gets here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the "Three Cups of Tea" book- I couldn't get into it.  Each semester, a book is chosen as the "campus wide read" and this semester they chose this one.  It was a lot of detail in the acquisition of building materials, climbing trips and a lot of stuff that seemed too daunting to read through.  Perhaps I'm not patient enough, but nearing halfway through the book, I decided to stop reading when the first school hadn't even been built yet.  (Which was the focus of the book I thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well- I realize it's a very popular book.  It is one of the "hot ones" right now, I've seen it everywhere but I can't get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to attempt to read David Sedaris' "Holidays on Ice" before Christmas..wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mostlyfiction.com/images/cover_L-F/holidaysonice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2853899060616083182?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2853899060616083182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2853899060616083182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2853899060616083182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2853899060616083182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-angels-sing.html' title='AHHH!!!! &gt;&gt;The angels sing&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2576967438794115944</id><published>2008-12-09T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:15:25.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait, Procrastinate NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6vjvgMAUI/AAAAAAAAARo/Yytkx-LMTLg/s1600-h/DSC_0214+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6vjvgMAUI/AAAAAAAAARo/Yytkx-LMTLg/s400/DSC_0214+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848841906553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6vjQyqWMI/AAAAAAAAARg/MKsheO7cu1M/s1600-h/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6vjQyqWMI/AAAAAAAAARg/MKsheO7cu1M/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848833662539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A really bad picture of me, but it was the only one where they held still long enough to take a picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6viM9a9sI/AAAAAAAAARY/DVkp5wntSmg/s1600-h/DSC_0183+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6viM9a9sI/AAAAAAAAARY/DVkp5wntSmg/s400/DSC_0183+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848815454058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year is always so crazy.  It seems that my Christmas card list grows each year, and I always have more and more difficult classes.  I got the tree and decorations up, and yesterday the lights went up outside.  I couldn't wait a night longer without seeing a little twinkle-action on my street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would normally be in classes now, but since it's finals week I don't have anything to turn in or test on until tomorrow and Thursday.  So, what does that mean? I have more time to procrastinate on studying and wrapping up those essays.  Needless to say, I've mentally checked out on most of the stuff- I understand the material, so, can we just call it a day and give me my grade??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that is not the way college works.  This is why I'm on here, putting off the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'll be seeing my friend Mely who has been studying in Australia will be in Socal.  There is a Holiday Rememberance that Hospice puts on, and then after that I have a Holiday Gift Show to try and scrounge up a few extra bucks before the holidays- anyone need any lipstick?  Haha...no?  I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently crocheting an afghan for Dad.  It took 15 balls of yarn- 5 of each color, Chocolate, Dusty Green and some shade of blue in Vanna's Choice.  I would take a picture, but alas, that would require me to locate the camera.  So enjoy the pictures of the puggies instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2576967438794115944?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2576967438794115944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2576967438794115944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2576967438794115944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2576967438794115944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-wait-procrastinate-now.html' title='Don&apos;t Wait, Procrastinate NOW!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/ST6vjvgMAUI/AAAAAAAAARo/Yytkx-LMTLg/s72-c/DSC_0214+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-718991951356010491</id><published>2008-11-21T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:32:56.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will It Be Merry?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got out of class early, so I had about an hour to kill before I met up with my friend Ken for lunch at Noodle House (aka Noodles &amp;amp; Company, one of my fave places ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Target instead of going to the library to work on projects (I am SO responsible!) and of course, it lead me through the baby section and the toy section to kind of browse for what I plan to buy for the holiday season's Toy and Baby Supply Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was astounded at the price of things. I know all you parents out there are like "Ya? No surprises here!" I wanted to buy pacifiers, but even the cheapest ones were at least $3-4. I was hoping to buy a couple packs, and I felt so discouraged. Okay, onto baby formula, even Target Brand formula was at least $11! Though I was discouraged that I, as a college student would not be able to afford the big donation I was hoping to make (I was invisioning like, BAGS full of stuff to donate) I wondered how anyone can afford to be parents? But I traveled on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the toy section, which happened to be next to the seasonal stuff, and I heard that Charlie Brown Christmas song playing. I actually got choked up you guys! Seeing the prices of toys, and hearing the music, I was walking up and down the toy aisles, almost in tears thinking that Christmas wouldn't be coming for a child this year because their parents couldn't afford it. I was trying to find the best value for my dollar, a toy that would spark creativity or really get the child engaged (so NO BRATZ dolls!) but also be a "hot item."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the My Little Ponies, which I have NO clue if they're still a wanted toy? I mean, they brought them back so I'm hoping girls like them? Well, the price of MLP's went up this year by a dollar. Not only that, but the toys no longer offer any accessories. Any 80's kid will tell you, you HAD to have a brush for your Pony's mane. If not, there had to be some little plastic tiara or something to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up and down the aisles but couldn't find anything within my budget, and began to realize that there will be many parents facing this same dilemna, but they are expected to come up with the gifts. My contribution though, is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was astounding that many of the toys that were cheap, were only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; of a playset. To complete the playset, you would at least spend $50. These toy companies really know how to market to children, and also know how to tap in to their parent's wallets. By selling "sets" that "need" more pieces to be complete, a child of course, will want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question to you, is what are great toys that are a good value, but also are good for the child's developing brain and creativity? I know I wasn't emotionally scarred, infact, I loved my Barbies, but if I can get something that will make a child think and grow, I would be a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the hot toys this season, any tips on how to get them cheap? Thanks guys, can you please spread the word to your friends or anyone who has kids so I get more input?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would crayons and markers be a dissapointment for kid? I used to LOVE to get watercolors, oil pastels, anything...but I was an artsy kid. I didn't have a computer growing up...so I worry that something like this the new generation will not appreciate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for some cute toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thetoypallet.com/zencart/images/K9303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.thetoypallet.com/zencart/images/K9303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.pennlive.com/entertainment_impact_general/2008/04/crayola-crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 363px;" src="http://blog.pennlive.com/entertainment_impact_general/2008/04/crayola-crayons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toystore.co.il/data/images/products/2007/11/28/littlest%20pet%20shop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.toystore.co.il/data/images/products/2007/11/28/littlest%20pet%20shop1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.massdistraction.org/images/new-legos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.massdistraction.org/images/new-legos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/My-little-pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/My-little-pony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I definetly have a "girl toy" bias.  &gt;&gt;sigh&lt;&lt; oh well!  It's just so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-718991951356010491?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/718991951356010491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=718991951356010491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/718991951356010491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/718991951356010491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-it-be-merry.html' title='Will It Be Merry?'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-888683269770823535</id><published>2008-11-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:26:34.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart is Divided.</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER:  I warn you now, what reads below are words from my own heart.  If it will upset you to read them, I advise you to hit the "back button," and leave this issue be.  I wrote this for another blog and felt the need to post it on here, because my heart aches as I write this, and I wanted to express it.  I do not mean to offend or attack, but rather to voice the dissapointment and true sadness I feel at this moment.  I realize that many who will read this do not agree with me on this, and I realize I'm putting myself on a limb.  I do not wish to create a divide in my friend/family circle- that would truly break my heart.  I do though, desire to be honest about my feelings, and hope that you can read the following (if you choose to) with respect and the understanding that I love everyone who reads this and do not wish to create tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on if you desire, but if you'd rather not hear it, I advise you to wait until I post something more neutral, like pictures of my dogs or something from Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nation has a rough road ahead- we will see big changes in terms of the economy, civil rights, the war, and foreign policy.  There will be disagreements, successes and failures- but I hope we can all unite as a nation to help and work for a better country for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my work is not over.  I know my new shoes will have holes worn in them, as I continue to attend rallies, help out at events and try to spread what I believe to be God's message- that we must love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last election seemed to prove a contradiction- that we are ready for some peoples to be vindicated, and yet for others, there is a long way to travel before people can eradicate hatred from the hearts.  It truly breaks my heart, that we see people using the Bible to justify discrimination.  I just cannot believe, in the depths of my heart that God would ever really want us to hate someone, or deny them the right to live a happy life with rights equal to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never use my vote to condone the creation (or perhaps continuation) of a second class of citizens.  In my heart, I don't believe that God would want me to treat anyone as lesser person than myself, and then support it being written into law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, there is no arguing with those that believe gay marriage is wrong.  Apparently, some have hoped that by passing this proposition, it would make this issue go away, or that it wouldn't be as visible.  I have to say, this has done nothing to advance the cause of religious righteousness, instead, it has perpetuated the cause of hatred and creating a power hierarchy that has preserved the ideals of the heterosexual privilege.  It has now created the means to continue the oppression that has existed, and condone a hatred that finds a false justification by citing God as their means to do so.  We no longer use the Bible to justify slavery or the oppression of women, so I do not feel it is appropriate to continue to use this as justification for the denial of AMERICAN rights (that shouldn't be determined by religious preference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and mind, LOVE, is the greatest emotion we possess.  To segregate others that don't fit the mold, into a different expression of that love, so ours can feel more genuine, seems wrong to me.  We have seen that segregation of rights, or access to common institutions has NEVER been a way to ensure equality for the masses.  The term "separate but equal," has only ensured that two peoples are separate, but we know it has never been equal.  Institutions should be the inclusive of all peoples- because dividing them has never been a fair process for those in the minority- ask anyone who had to sit in the back of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not believe it's fair to think that by giving rights to all people, regardless of our own beliefs, that it somehow would be detrimental to the wellbeing and morality of our children.  We teach our children that America is a land of "fairness and justice to all," but yet, as they grow up into adults, will they not see it clearly not the case?  Homosexality is not a disease that our children will catch, they are not raised to become so, but homophobia is something that is.  Bigotry and intolerance is perpetuated from generation to generation.  Eventually, it is passed on for so long that it transforms from an opinion to a fact, and because it seems "factual," it is then passed into law, furthering the falseness of this created reality.  Those argue that the Jim Crow laws of the South are not comparable to the discrimination which we are now, through law, imposing on homosexuals, I want to be told HOW they are not comparable.  So far, I have heard nothing but opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize, that my arguments in favor of equality for all fall on deaf ears.  I cannot argue with the word of God as it is presented in the Bible, but I can ask for those who claim it as their main defense against gay marriage to look at it once again.  Do we take every passage literally?  Do we still stone people to death, do we still hold slaves?  Do we still make women go to the Red Tent during menstruation?  Do we still forbid women from speaking in church?  Why have we chosen to disregard some and still hold onto other verses from the Bible?  Why- because society has evolved and does not have to take it all literally.  Those who follow should Christianity use it as a guide, but not as a word-for-word dictation in terms of social justice.  Otherwise, we would still stone people to death for committing adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We selectively use the Bible to enforce social norms to further it into a social reality.  This is my theory as to why we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; disregard passages in it about slavery, and about women's "place," but at one time, these passages &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were used to further justify societal injustice.&lt;/span&gt;  We use the Bible in this manner as a convenience to further our own agendas, and I think this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I suppose what I am asking for- is that we use today's wisdom, coupled with the Bible's teachings, to further progress in society and create a more fair and balanced society, not one which excludes a group of people or selectively chooses when to discriminate due to convenience.  I wish I could see the Bible teach compassion and tolerance not enforce segregation that masks the true intentions of injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-888683269770823535?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/888683269770823535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=888683269770823535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/888683269770823535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/888683269770823535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-heart-is-divided.html' title='My Heart is Divided.'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8550713780678653615</id><published>2008-10-26T22:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:06:17.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBcFjzLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WW_45vOd5rE/s1600-h/DSC_00810008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBcFjzLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WW_45vOd5rE/s400/DSC_00810008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695327255383218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBI1Cy-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/iMClVFr76KI/s1600-h/DSC_00730015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBI1Cy-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/iMClVFr76KI/s400/DSC_00730015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695322085837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMAxFbmsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mr7JDFdYJ1U/s1600-h/DSC_00360010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMAxFbmsI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mr7JDFdYJ1U/s400/DSC_00360010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695315712121538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMAt9706I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FqOyHaUevqk/s1600-h/DSC_00520006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMAt9706I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FqOyHaUevqk/s400/DSC_00520006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695314875372450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBj-NdMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/k_vdR4USjYo/s1600-h/DSC_00890025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBj-NdMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/k_vdR4USjYo/s400/DSC_00890025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261695329372042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween Everybody!  Just a little Pug Love to brighten your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8550713780678653615?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8550713780678653615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8550713780678653615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8550713780678653615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8550713780678653615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween_26.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SQVMBcFjzLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WW_45vOd5rE/s72-c/DSC_00810008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3174942159622335291</id><published>2008-10-26T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:03:53.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3174942159622335291?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3174942159622335291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3174942159622335291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3174942159622335291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3174942159622335291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween&apos;'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2100848175624929713</id><published>2008-10-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:34:55.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Saturday, and I'm procrastinating</title><content type='html'>Now that my tummy has settled after dealing with a very gnarly round of "I didn't want to go outside, so I went all over the floor, twice." with the dogs, I am ready to procrastinate on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did students ever procrastinate before the internet?  Tv?  Hmm..I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my lappy is working I thought I'd post some pictures Chris has taken over the last year or so..enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we have better pics of Kahlua, but those are coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPodb6cujTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CSxFJWpVncs/s1600-h/frankie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPodb6cujTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CSxFJWpVncs/s400/frankie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547880291896626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Kahlua sleeps....doing the "Frankenstein." haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoaauFXXnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vcu0-yNLKLI/s1600-h/in+the+woods.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoaauFXXnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vcu0-yNLKLI/s400/in+the+woods.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544561257930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris took these two pictures of Bailey and I at the park a few weeks ago...pug love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoaazYUrDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/APQ0pIgNHk0/s1600-h/pupplove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoaazYUrDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/APQ0pIgNHk0/s400/pupplove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544562679622706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoabTJfe4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8sBZ2tuzGm8/s1600-h/teacupps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoabTJfe4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/8sBZ2tuzGm8/s400/teacupps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544571207351170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoabYuPMeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ggG8HAHdb2c/s1600-h/teacup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoabYuPMeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ggG8HAHdb2c/s400/teacup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258544572703650274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was from our latest trip to the Magic Kingdom in September I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXMw1zEtI/AAAAAAAAANc/EGsU5W41boQ/s1600-h/cuurvy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXMw1zEtI/AAAAAAAAANc/EGsU5W41boQ/s400/cuurvy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258541022944891602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXMwET2BI/AAAAAAAAANk/dvEzABMgBgE/s1600-h/orkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXMwET2BI/AAAAAAAAANk/dvEzABMgBgE/s400/orkids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258541022737324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love Balboa Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXNa2aghI/AAAAAAAAANs/vn8VZ0iWjjY/s1600-h/Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXNa2aghI/AAAAAAAAANs/vn8VZ0iWjjY/s400/Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258541034221765138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 2nd Anniversary Gift- but it came with a frame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXNpyo0HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dOh6JIYrw8g/s1600-h/wreatheh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPoXNpyo0HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dOh6JIYrw8g/s400/wreatheh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258541038232457330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, some respect at Disneyland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2100848175624929713?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2100848175624929713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2100848175624929713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2100848175624929713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2100848175624929713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-saturday-and-im-procrastinating.html' title='It&apos;s Saturday, and I&apos;m procrastinating'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPodb6cujTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CSxFJWpVncs/s72-c/frankie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2828990465011808216</id><published>2008-10-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:01:33.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogactionday.s3.amazonaws.com/banners/180x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Blog Action day and I want to talk about poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so alarming as an American to turn on the news and hear that the sky is falling on our economic security.  Every news hour details the panicked rise and fall of the stock market, and we all panic even if we don't own any stocks!  We are all clutching our wallets even tighter now, not sure what the next economic forecast will tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;It seems to be a scary time- but I hope we can turn off our television sets and helps those who have been in a financial crisis of their own for even longer. &lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am taking several boxes of food to our local food bank and wholeheartedly encourage you to do the same.  Go through your pantries and find food that hasn't expired that you have too much of or will expire before you use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;In my cupboard I found tons of stuff I would not use before it would expire.  Things we bought in bulk that seemed like a "great idea" from Costco are now collecting dust.  Why my dad bought a three pack of economy sized ketchups I will never know, nor will I understand how we accumulated so many cans of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the local store and found stuff on sale that I needed (tuna helper), but didn't need 10 for 10 dollars, so I'm giving the extra boxes away. &lt;/code&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pdyfinc.com/images/foodpantry_4gn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.pdyfinc.com/images/foodpantry_4gn9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this serves as a great excuse to clean out those pantries and do something good for the community.  This year showed record job loss- 159,000 were laid off in September alone.  People are losing their homes across the country.  We know about it, let's do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be taking my boxes of food to the Fallbrook Food Pantry- let's all take a stand to feed hungry families and do what we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some great links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/gretchen-rubin/how-to-make-yourself-happ_b_134653.html"&gt;How to be happy in the financial crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skelliewag.org/30-simple-ways-to-battle-poverty-with-technology-571.htm"&gt;More ideas to help end poverty with technology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2828990465011808216?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2828990465011808216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2828990465011808216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2828990465011808216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2828990465011808216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-blog-action-day-and-i-want-to.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogactionday.org&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://blogactionday.s3.amazonaws.com/banners/728x90.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4701925101254442057</id><published>2008-10-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:36:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Lucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gldvxx.com/portfolio/stencils/12.06.2006/laptop-love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://gldvxx.com/portfolio/stencils/12.06.2006/laptop-love.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day.  I have the day off from work, I have two awesome ladies helping me clean the house, I finished two of my midterms (one of which I got an A on...everyone else I talked to didn't do so well!!), it's Blog Action Day and...MY LAPTOP WORKS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, not-so-funny story.  On Sunday I was working on stuff and I spilled tea near my lappy.  It wasn't ON the lappy, but near it.  Apparently though, a few rouge drops found there way onto it's side and front and the computer would not work.  I was devastated.  I had midterms this week, a 5 page paper to work on, and well, fixing or replacing it was not in the budget!  I talked to Chris and my boss' husband Phil and they said to just let it dry out for a couple days, and if that didn't work, then to take it in for fixin'.  Chris plugged it in last night (still didn't work) and put the battery back in.  This morning- A MIRACLE...IT WORKED!  I type this as I ever so carefully sip my coffee...soo carefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- things in my life at the moment seem to be getting back to a happy place.  For my family, I apologize for not calling, I have been thinking of all of you.  I guess I've been going through the motions, just trying to get through school and adjust.  I guess I've reached equilibrium and I'm doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a step back from other responsibilities and have been focusing on having as much fun as possible.  I've started working on several amigurumi projects (crocheted little creatures) and I've been getting active in several causes I care about with the election coming up.  It's really brought some things into my life that I'm proud of and make me feel whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post pictures of what I've been working on- not my actual projects (because they aren't done and are not interesting to look at!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.lionbrand.com/stores/lionbrand/pictures/80763ada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cache.lionbrand.com/stores/lionbrand/pictures/80763ada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.lionbrand.com/stores/lionbrand/pictures/70588ada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cache.lionbrand.com/stores/lionbrand/pictures/70588ada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be posting another blog about why this day is so incredibly awesome....read on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4701925101254442057?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4701925101254442057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4701925101254442057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4701925101254442057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4701925101254442057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-lucky.html' title='So Lucky!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5177958382844968221</id><published>2008-09-29T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:29:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links to Share</title><content type='html'>I have some links that I'd like to post...needless to say I'm procrastinating on homework. I know, I know....I'll get back to it, but it's so BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechaistory.blogspot.com/2008/08/chai-story.html"&gt;The Chai Story&lt;/a&gt;-  This blog is from a dog owner that is trying to spread the word about a very dangerous toy which has been recalled, but there are thousands of dog owners that still have this toy.  As a dog owner, I want to spread the word about this won't happen to other dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.retailmenot.com"&gt;Retailmenot.com&lt;/a&gt;-  This site is great because you can type in any online store and see if there are coupons for it. I've been able to get 10-25% off and free shipping on stuff, pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lunapads.com/"&gt;Lunapads.com&lt;/a&gt;-  A great resource for the ladies!  There are lots of eco-friendly feminine products at this site, but one thing I got that is fabulous- is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERBAL HEAT PACK&lt;/span&gt;.  I ordered the one with the cupcakes on it, and it is lovely for sore backs, cramps, whatever.   My original order got lost in the mail, and they sent me back another one, no questions asked.  They have great customer service and I would highly recommend them to you!  Their 'comfort' section has a lot of great stuff for new moms too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glassbooth.org/"&gt;Glassbooth.org&lt;/a&gt;-  Are you not sure who you will vote for this November?  Well figure it out!  Seriously, you really need to do that.  This site provides an online quiz that helps you see how your values line up with the candidates, I thought it was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5177958382844968221?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5177958382844968221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5177958382844968221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5177958382844968221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5177958382844968221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/links-to-share.html' title='Links to Share'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2903793833853796261</id><published>2008-09-15T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:11:20.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise this is the last one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cPBPHXKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/db1vFXSRep4/s1600-h/female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cPBPHXKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/db1vFXSRep4/s400/female.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372766521187490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone welcome the newest member of my oddly formed family- Kahlua, the black pug! (seen here with siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cAYhQxuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_RbYReNoFvs/s1600-h/Doggies+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cAYhQxuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_RbYReNoFvs/s400/Doggies+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372515073279714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey will have to learn to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cA0_7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vgbxv2SHf30/s1600-h/Doggies+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cA0_7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vgbxv2SHf30/s400/Doggies+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372522718094850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Bailey, Kahlua is not another chew toy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7c3ouesmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S0rZxtKc1hI/s1600-h/Doggies+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7c3ouesmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/S0rZxtKc1hI/s400/Doggies+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246373464316490338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still knows who keeps the treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I solemnly promise that I will no longer add to my odd little pug family.  Bailey now has a playmate and I promise I will be done.  If you had a pug, you would understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2903793833853796261?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2903793833853796261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2903793833853796261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2903793833853796261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2903793833853796261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-promise-this-is-last-one.html' title='I promise this is the last one!!!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SM7cPBPHXKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/db1vFXSRep4/s72-c/female.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8103802427249846909</id><published>2008-09-03T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:58:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Galaxy Far, Far Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6ts6ksJZI/AAAAAAAAALk/v4u00f7esOc/s1600-h/Aug2+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6ts6ksJZI/AAAAAAAAALk/v4u00f7esOc/s400/Aug2+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818003454829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am officially a Cougar!  Starting school at CSUSM has really made me realize how little I know.  So you know, I am only writing this blog to procrastinate on my mounds of reading.  I don't know if it's the school, my major, or I just lucked out with these particular teachers, but I have a LOT of reading to do.    I have four classes- one involves a "Cyber Lecture" which is like, a 25 page word document, plus reading from two books.  The rest of them have assigned at least a chapter or two worth the reading before tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book for my White Collar Crime class (Sociology is cool!)  and I swear- I just don't understand it.  You know how you are reading a book, and you'll get to the end of the page and realize you didn't understand a word of it?  Maybe your mind trailed off, or maybe it's particularly difficult to comprehend?  Well, I'm having that problem with this book, and it's usually at the end of each sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's what I get for taking all of my upper-division sociology courses at once?  (Nobody told me that it was a bad idea, I thought I was being smart by getting the "harder to sign up for classes" when I could get them)  Well, they're harder to get into the class, they're also harder to mentally "get." haha.  Life, it's a learning process.  Let's just hope I am really doing the learning part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6ttUmu8fI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ee4bqJBCw0g/s1600-h/Aug2+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6ttUmu8fI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ee4bqJBCw0g/s400/Aug2+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818010442723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above are my Angel Trumpets- aren't they gorgeous?  They seem to bloom sporatically, and the blooms only last a few days at most.  Their coral color is just fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tttRKZpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IRmagBJumGM/s1600-h/Augmisc+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tttRKZpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IRmagBJumGM/s400/Augmisc+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818017063134866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey's impression of dad's cigars.  She really has got it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tt5ToK3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/TXvGinCx2HQ/s1600-h/Augmisc+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tt5ToK3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/TXvGinCx2HQ/s400/Augmisc+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818020294699890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This gorgeous bouquet was sent to me by my best friend and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tuMdV1dI/AAAAAAAAAME/GmCCa2PHgOI/s1600-h/Augmisc+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6tuMdV1dI/AAAAAAAAAME/GmCCa2PHgOI/s400/Augmisc+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241818025435715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Love Gerber Daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes- school is kind of crazy.  I am really going to have to push myself (and blog less perhaps) to do well.  Though it took some serious adjusting to get used to everything being so different (like the computer system for my online classes, and the structure in general)  I am really happy- well I'm happy after acknowledging how completely terrified I am.  I still have some loose ends to tie up with Gramma's stuff- so that's been another thing on my list of stuff I want to get over with.  But you know, I don't mean to sound crass- but there's nothing that gets the solicitors off the phone quicker than to say "she's passed away."  Honestly, if she had wanted to upgrade her credit card, she would have done so.  Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to school at 9 a.m. for my Quantitative Research Methods class, have my lunch break, go to another class (Race and Etnicity), have an hour break, then attend my last class of the day (White Collar Crime).  I then have an online class- Social Theory, or whatever it's called.  But seriously, not to whine, but dude, so much reading.  I counted it up...and my "Tuesday homework" which is due tomorrow?  I have about 150 pages of reading TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer work on Wednesdays so that helps.  I am thinking of joining a Sorority- (I can hear your screams of objection already) but I'm going to talk to some of the girls first to see if it's right for me.  It will provide some great resources for study groups and stuff- so we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live the college experience to the fullest- because just having books to read really sucks!  I hope to take pictures of the campus to show ya'll, but untill then, I'm off to do homework.  &gt;&gt;sob&lt;&lt;  All my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8103802427249846909?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8103802427249846909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8103802427249846909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8103802427249846909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8103802427249846909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-galaxy-far-far-away.html' title='In a Galaxy Far, Far Away...'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SL6ts6ksJZI/AAAAAAAAALk/v4u00f7esOc/s72-c/Aug2+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3814283493762163013</id><published>2008-08-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:13:45.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Shock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SK5IdvV5ykI/AAAAAAAAALU/gXoV9jQKXaw/s1600-h/Reception2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SK5IdvV5ykI/AAAAAAAAALU/gXoV9jQKXaw/s400/Reception2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237203092440205890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SK5Id9b5smI/AAAAAAAAALc/hH1-naYWz0Y/s1600-h/WAID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SK5Id9b5smI/AAAAAAAAALc/hH1-naYWz0Y/s400/WAID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237203096223461986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya'll...I have some sad updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within three days, a dear friend of mine went from bad to worse and passed away today.  My friend Dianne Marshall passed away in a hospital in Santa Rosa after various lung and heart complications.  Dianne was chosen as the "State Mom" the year I was Grand Worthy Advisor in Rainbow.  She and I became very close, as we traveled everywhere together during the year and afterwards, I spent a lot of time with her.  She and I meshed so well together- and I'm in shock that she is gone.  I had the "Get Well" card in the mail yesterday.....wow...just...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my job, is to inform the other Grand Officers of our year of her passing.  After I made my 30-or-so calls, I got a call from hospice- Grams had begun showing the signs of her final transition.  She was unresponsive, breathing heavily, her lungs were draining, and her skin was becoming discolored.  I had a feeling after seeing her yesterday that her latest episode of bad health was more serious than we'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne's daughter and I have been on the phone off and on today. I'm doing what I can to help her plan the memorial, which because of certain circumstances, is this Saturday in Petaluma, CA.&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it Jennah's birthday, Gram will be leaving us, and Dianne is already gone.  Oh, did I mention that my friend Randi (whose father was the "State Dad" and her mom was on the Grand Executive Committee and very close to Dianne)  went into labor this morning, and had her first baby, a little boy today.  So, this weekend, I will be celebrating the lives of Randi's baby, little Jennah's 1st year of life, and saying goodbye to two people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and sad.  I wish I could be everywhere at once...with Gram, with Dianne's family, Jennah and the fam, and Randi too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say a big thanks to my family and friends- who have really helped me through these last few months.  I will need you still- and I send all my love...I hope Jennah has the happiest of 1st birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3814283493762163013?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3814283493762163013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3814283493762163013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3814283493762163013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3814283493762163013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-shock.html' title='In Shock.'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SK5IdvV5ykI/AAAAAAAAALU/gXoV9jQKXaw/s72-c/Reception2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-560330605411091379</id><published>2008-08-16T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:28:53.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone-&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share that I am feeling much better. After my not-so-happy blog, I took some positive steps in making my stress-much-less and am doing better. I still have a ways to go, and some people in particular to talk to, but I've made some progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this morning cleaning the garage with Dad. Whining doesn't work. Bartering doesn't work. Commanding? That works. "Dad, if you don't get in here by 10:30, I will have a nervous breakdown." then reinforced by threatening to trash the box cigars. haha.  It relieved a lot of stress...granted, I had to get stressed getting him to do it, but the zen I feel now? So worth it...and it's not even done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0xJQEoJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuCYB3DA3XM/s1600-h/August08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0xJQEoJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuCYB3DA3XM/s400/August08+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235211110743056530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOOOVE this dog, and you do too.  Just face it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0xWsBv2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OTjftHqgRkA/s1600-h/August08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0xWsBv2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/OTjftHqgRkA/s400/August08+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235211114349969250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homegrown baby!  (except the carrots!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0x974HoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T6fvgs1enjU/s1600-h/August08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0x974HoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T6fvgs1enjU/s400/August08+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235211124885429890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud moment:  All those veggies in the pan on the right?  Those were from my garden and used to make veggie enchiladas: Zucchinni, Bell Pepper, Tomato.  They were darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0yDLZwrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yazTAq5cSAk/s1600-h/August08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0yDLZwrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yazTAq5cSAk/s400/August08+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235211126292726450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris took this picture and almost fell over laughing...apparently, she was hungry. or confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0yc3f3DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dHUVEpNw3nk/s1600-h/August08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0yc3f3DI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dHUVEpNw3nk/s400/August08+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235211133188561970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the project I'm working on- it's for Halloween.  I am very happy to finally be a crocheter so I had to do something!   I guess that's what happens when you walk through Micheal's and see that all the Halloween stuff has come in.  I know, I need a REAL hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctX7itgwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XvqIAc9SK6c/s1600-h/August08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctX7itgwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XvqIAc9SK6c/s400/August08+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235202980985012994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Gram's very, very belated Mother's Day present.  Don't let it's simplicity fool you...it took me a LONG time to knit this.  To sum it up, I began it in February...worked on it during the long hours of waiting around on Pageant Day in March...then I knitted it while waiting for Gram's surgery consultation in April (1 hr.)  and then after she was supposed to wake up from surgery and be moved to her room (we waited for 4 hrs.)  and then I knitted it by her bedside in April (who knows how long) and after the heart attack I put down the needles for some time.  In August I finally finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctYpJh_sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NiY-_D6qluQ/s1600-h/August08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctYpJh_sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NiY-_D6qluQ/s400/August08+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235202993227431618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Chihuahua-Terrier mix Benny.  He is not very smart, but makes up for it in his terriorialness.  He is not a big fan of Bailey, but is quickly realizing that she will be bigger than him soon and is catching up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctY2sdnBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-kaGLJgUWtA/s1600-h/August08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctY2sdnBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-kaGLJgUWtA/s400/August08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235202996863605778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey..the world's cutest dog.  Caption: "Why can't I eat your shoes? &gt;&gt;Pug Sad Face&lt;&lt;" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctZafpkYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dglTdlqGbcU/s1600-h/August08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctZafpkYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dglTdlqGbcU/s400/August08+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235203006473539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of me trying over thirty times to get a picture with this little ball of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctZ1Jg1HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8QHsiDZHf6I/s1600-h/August08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKctZ1Jg1HI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8QHsiDZHf6I/s400/August08+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235203013628449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her duck- thanks Dad!  Why is my sandal over there?  Because she insists on taking it with her wherever she's playing.  I have the chew marks to prove it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-560330605411091379?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/560330605411091379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=560330605411091379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/560330605411091379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/560330605411091379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-better_16.html' title='Much Better...'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKc0xJQEoJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cuCYB3DA3XM/s72-c/August08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4054661781560406525</id><published>2008-08-16T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:35:17.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Pictures Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqTzZ5NDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9d0s9roQisI/s1600-h/pARRty+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqTzZ5NDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9d0s9roQisI/s400/pARRty+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235199611546186802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best buddy, Whitney and her family (sorry these are out of order!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqUdNNKOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2fkgFri71o4/s1600-h/pARRty+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqUdNNKOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2fkgFri71o4/s400/pARRty+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235199622767257826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana and Nina with the Pug.  Nina is the "Pug Whisperer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqUxd8JYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GpzP1aH46BA/s1600-h/pARRty+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqUxd8JYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GpzP1aH46BA/s400/pARRty+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235199628206155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes loves, those were cake shots...  yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqVfKuqBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SdA7sjEVXxQ/s1600-h/pARRty+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqVfKuqBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SdA7sjEVXxQ/s400/pARRty+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235199640473610258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warning: Flammable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqVnePiUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XuFfPjuCaF0/s1600-h/pARRty+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqVnePiUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XuFfPjuCaF0/s400/pARRty+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235199642702940482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney's Dad, Hy (yes, that's his real, not-abbreviated name) rock climbed for years.  Apparently, he thought my chimney would be a good idea.  He went to the top I think...before we threatened to call the fire department to get him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcopZfH9TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1xoqbLB9-t0/s1600-h/August08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcopZfH9TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1xoqbLB9-t0/s400/August08+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197783522669874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake I made (which should have had a darker green frosting)  I only have one pan that I like, and that's my Bundt pan, so that's typically the cake I make! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcop7AAmxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dt9kLsrXc88/s1600-h/pARRty+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcop7AAmxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dt9kLsrXc88/s400/pARRty+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197792518970130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney was my bartender- making Mojitos all kinds of yummyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcoqvQuAkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OSt4kjLrAW8/s1600-h/pARRty+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcoqvQuAkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OSt4kjLrAW8/s400/pARRty+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197806547698242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and I...very piratey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcorF8udVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hhcBPjaPL_0/s1600-h/pARRty+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcorF8udVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hhcBPjaPL_0/s400/pARRty+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197812637857106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So ya, apparently 23 year old guys can find enjoyment from a Dollar Tree foam Pirate Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcorbmJfdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3svYxhuwT2g/s1600-h/pARRty+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcorbmJfdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3svYxhuwT2g/s400/pARRty+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235197818448739794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, aren't these the coolest? Whitney saw these in Goodhousekeeping or Woman's Day, something like that- and she acutally MADE them.  That is what's great about Whitney, she doesn't just see stuff, she makes it!  (I love her Rainbow Jello too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I will eventually get the hang of this uploading picture stuff- I start uploading at the beginning of my photo folder, only to realize that once I do the next set, they appear above the first....so things get out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post another blog with my latest creations and more of my little Puggers Bailey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4054661781560406525?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4054661781560406525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4054661781560406525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4054661781560406525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4054661781560406525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-better.html' title='Pirate Pictures Anyone?'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SKcqTzZ5NDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9d0s9roQisI/s72-c/pARRty+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-7106653808973196527</id><published>2008-08-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:43:58.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>I am not posting anything personal on here just yet- but I thought this was worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk about poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogactionday.s3.amazonaws.com/banners/180x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1529825?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user677567?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Blog Action Day&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1529825"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting about it on Oct. 15th- and you are invited to participate.  I know, I know, I'm a crazy person.  But- I have untill Oct. 15th to get my thoughts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start now so this Christmas isn't a hungry one for many of America's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://blogactionday.org/js/2c6e97c7898990e24d821d864bd88bbe27c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-7106653808973196527?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7106653808973196527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=7106653808973196527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/7106653808973196527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/7106653808973196527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2571641577202106454</id><published>2008-08-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:31:40.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to be Said</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm going to take a little break from blogging for awhile- both on here and on other blogs.  I have come to the conclusion that if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those I know and love- to be honest, I'm dealing with a lot of difficult things right now.  I am troubled, stressed and pretty depressed about everything.  I have a lot on my mind that doesn't need to be posted on here, and until I am able to work through it, or ignore it long enough so it goes away, I am taking a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dealing with some frustrations and some dissapointments.  I am still doing my "Kisses for Cancer Patients Project"- but now, it will be much smaller.  Some people have really impressed me- I received donations from complete strangers all over California (and beyond!), who sent kind notes about the project.  On the other hand, I met a lot of apathy from people within my circle.  I am trying to focus on those kind strangers, but I can't get over the dissapointment of being ignored by the people I love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's world, people are "too busy" to return calls, respond to emails or make a personal connection- or to even be honest.  I am not as demanding as one who would expect everyone to donate to this project, I realize that times are tight (and I can assure you, they are very tight for this girl!).  But what I did wish for this project, was to be acknowledged.  A simple response would have been nice- just to know that the note was received..that's all.  No money needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remain positive.  I figured that people were busy and they would eventually get to my letter.  Instead, I was ignored and only sent impersonal forwards about cell phones, politics, and get this- FRIENDSHIP.  To be ignored like this- not just once or twice- but by about 30 people I care about really stung.  I am going to take some personal time to get over the hurt and yes, anger.  I wondered why nobody could see how ridiculous it was in ignoring a personal email, and instead, replying in a very impersonal way, that pretends to be personal.  (there is nothing personal about a forward.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anything, I have come to realize that people only care when it's convenient.  My idea for lipsticks for cancer patients was a stupid idea, and I should climb back from the limb I was hanging from, and take my bruised pride with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me though, is that no one even replied to let me know it was a stupid idea.  I would have appreciated some realistic feedback.  I suppose it was easier to let me sign a forwarded petition about cancer patients rather than actually DO something for cancer patients.  Note: forwarded email petitions don't actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should stop for awhile on doing things out of my comfort zone.  I have done a lot of things this year, that I hoped would help me deal with losing Gram.  This was one of them.  If you're wondering- she is not doing well, and if it weren't obvious...I am not doing well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt very alone in this whole "her dying" thing.  This has only made it worse.  I sit here and type this in my empty house (alone), to go see her later today and feel more (alone), to come home, see my empty inbox (alone), and realize that I am embarking on a new chapter of my life- "Big Kid's School" in two weeks (alone.)  I can't believe that girls my age complain about being alone- I have to say, there is nothing lonelier than paying medical bills for your dying Gram, to talk to hospice and doctors by yourself, and to have all of the chairs and beds in the house to yourself.  Ya, I know, I'm complaining a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a little optimism still intact, I must say, at least, though I have failed at plenty this year, at least I have done really well at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and with enough negativity for a year's worth of blogs- I am taking a short vacay from this blog. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, I don't want to be a dark cloud- so until I get this sorted though, I am not going to write.  I know there are a lot of people in my life that are very happy right now, doing a lot of happy, notable things.  Untill I can rejoin that crowd and stop complaining about my life- I don't want to drag anyone down.  I know I will get through this- and once school starts, I plan to do some happy stuff and work on getting myself healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2571641577202106454?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2571641577202106454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2571641577202106454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2571641577202106454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2571641577202106454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-be-said.html' title='Something to be Said'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6699424540724504306</id><published>2008-08-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:49:23.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, there...Hi there...Ho there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B000NO3TWE/sr=8-6/qid=1218346725/ref=dp_otherviews_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=sporting-goods&amp;amp;img=0&amp;amp;qid=1218346725&amp;amp;sr=8-6"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B000NO3TWE/sr=8-6/qid=1218346725/ref=dp_otherviews_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=sporting-goods&amp;amp;img=0&amp;amp;qid=1218346725&amp;amp;sr=8-6" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks- Chris darling has replaced the Hard Drive on my lappytop and also added some killer memory.  We are back in business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures, but at the moment, they are on Chris' thumb drive, which I was happy to have before the compy completely died the other day!  I will hopefully get my act together and have something for you to view very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 2 weeks.  Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minor panic attack this morning regarding my classes transferring, I seem to have had it sorted out.  I am trying to add another class so I'll be taking on 16 units this fall- not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I said I was no longer panicking? I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get through this period of my life with some yoga to soothe me and more deep breathing excersizes than a lamaze class.  I know I can land on my feet in this uncharted territory, but every-once-in-awhile, I get a whiff of the idea that I'm not just Shannyn being her totally rockin, self-reliant self, but actually, totally, and completely alone in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm always one for adventure and doing something new- I'm starting a new school year, in a new school, without Gram and Dad seems to be drifting further and further away from me. He would rather eat lunch and dinner alone at the Cafe than eat it with me. But let's not delve into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm terrified, but not as terrified as I am to find THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://horsesofart.com/db4/00325/horsesofart.com/_uimages/mamapugandtwopups.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://horsesofart.com/db4/00325/horsesofart.com/_uimages/mamapugandtwopups.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, it just takes a picture like that to put things all in perspective.  Things could be a lot worse, I could have THAT in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Bailey has had a successful day of potty training...we have adjusted from the litter method to going outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a halloween blanket (crochet) and I got to see Pineapple Express- it was funnier than funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a baby shower tomorrow and it should be a nice conclusion to a very nice weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shannyn/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bnpositive.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/starwars-pugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bnpositive.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/starwars-pugs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all that one can really say is, "May the force be with you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6699424540724504306?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6699424540724504306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6699424540724504306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6699424540724504306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6699424540724504306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-therehi-thereho-there.html' title='Hey, there...Hi there...Ho there...'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6691259891231778869</id><published>2008-08-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:37:45.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dream it, they will help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marykay.ca/Canada/corporate/images/products/014328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.marykay.ca/Canada/corporate/images/products/014328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty crazy in the past year.  I've decided that I need to do something awesome- perhaps for my own sanity- but also to prove that I can take the reigns of my own life and do things, even big things that bring me joy and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that bring me happiness, being with the people I love, knitting, shopping for on-sale accessories, my puppy, sleeping in.  I enjoy those things, but one thing that really gets me excited is a project that helps someone else.  Well, this time I'm gonna be REALLY happy, because I have a REALLY big project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 22nd this year, I turned 22.  It was my golden birthday- and I had a very big idea that day.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have Apple Berry 2,200 lipsticks donated to women in Cancer Treatment Centers all over Southern California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, that's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Apple Berry? Mary Kay the Company is donating 100%  of it's profits from the sale of Apple Berry Lipstick to the Mary Kay Ash Charitable Foundation (&lt;a href="http://www.mkacf.org/"&gt;MKACF.org&lt;/a&gt;).  This foundation is extremely efficient and uses 97% of it's funds to the actual charities it was intended for- like funding Cancer Research Grants and supporting Domestic Violence Prevention programs (97%!  that's only 3% for overhead expenses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly support this foundation because of the magnitude of impact it achieves- it's efficient and it awards a LOT of money to help women.  Check out the website for the numbers- it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further this project, I am donating my profits back to purchase more lipsticks and hopefully reach that 2,200.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, the company donates it's profits, I donate my profits, and lipsticks go to the hands of women undergoing cancer treatment...pretty cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I ask of you reading this, is that even if you can't donate, please, PLEASE pass this on to everyone you know.  Can you ask your coworkers, church friends, neighbors or family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A donation of 2 lipsticks is $16 and arrangements can be made for payment by email (Shannyn@marykay.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't do this alone and need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone to pass this on.&lt;/span&gt;..if everyone just asked 10 people and got those lipsticks donated- I would be able to reach my goal by the end of October (which is Breast Cancer Awareness Month AND Domestic Violence Awareness Month).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6691259891231778869?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6691259891231778869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6691259891231778869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6691259891231778869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6691259891231778869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-build-it-they-will-comeso.html' title='If you dream it, they will help...'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4492119105979115470</id><published>2008-07-27T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:55:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3hgYDa7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ojMROmPj3G8/s1600-h/Seminar08+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3hgYDa7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ojMROmPj3G8/s400/Seminar08+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755053724691378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow- I've been busy since I last updated this blog. I was in Dallas, Texas for almost a week for Mary Kay Seminar. Grams was doing well while I was gone, like, really well- but now, not so much. I have to go over there today and visit with her. It's been a roller coaster ride, but I'm trying to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminar in Dallas was great. It actually wasn't as hot as people made it sound! Infact, I'm pretty sure it was the same temperature that I'm used to! I was so amazed by the wonderful things that the company is doing to help others, like the "Pink Doing Green" campaign. We can bring in our customer's old compacts to be recycled, and for each one, a tree will be planted. In addition, they're switching over to more eco friendly packaging and shipping materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the "Pink Changing Lives" through the Mary Kay Ash Charitable Foundation which works to fund grants for Cancer Research and Domestic Violence Prevention programs. I can't even recall how many millions of dollars were donated last year. I do know though, that this year they are donating 100% of their profits to the MKACF from the sale of Apple Berry Lipsticks. (I have something big planned for this and there will be more info later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Dallas, I got to take the factory tour- and it was really awesome to meet the people who work there, and really get an idea of how many products they produce to keep up with demand! The workers were great, and I hadn't seen any that had been there less than 5 years (each year they get a ribbon to show how long they've been there!) and it's really hard to get a job there, because it's such a good place to work that there aren't openings.  Apparently, as the workers told me, they pay pretty well- Good to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7MblrMiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RFM_ItQjeWQ/s1600-h/Seminar08+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7MblrMiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RFM_ItQjeWQ/s400/Seminar08+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759089708904994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vat of soon-to-be Spa Lotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7L7pU9oI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8yWqkbFAKQA/s1600-h/Seminar08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7L7pU9oI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8yWqkbFAKQA/s400/Seminar08+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759081134290562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lipsticks being made- it was really amazing to see how quickly they are produced.  The machines fill the molds with lipstick, put them in the case and then the workers just put the caps on them and make sure they are up to snuff before they're sealed and packaged.  I forget how many thousands they have to produce a day to keep up with demand- but each day (and this applies to the foundations and other colors products too) they pick a color and make it all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3hzNy1oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/45Q1Gf_UQrY/s1600-h/Seminar08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3hzNy1oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/45Q1Gf_UQrY/s400/Seminar08+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755058781935234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being my dorky self during the awesome factory tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3iZjhRHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0mHSTYh4CB4/s1600-h/Seminar08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3iZjhRHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0mHSTYh4CB4/s400/Seminar08+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755069073605746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing the lipstick being made- and the wonderful smell of vanilla in the vats of lipstick! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3i4QnYNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LAgLCSInhxA/s1600-h/Seminar08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3i4QnYNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LAgLCSInhxA/s400/Seminar08+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755077315813586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made in America baby- some of my favorite lipglosses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3jccPoCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UpX0fMTG1gw/s1600-h/Seminar08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3jccPoCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UpX0fMTG1gw/s400/Seminar08+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227755087028264994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Skin Care being made!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7Nn7l7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gzTnDxb2rWU/s1600-h/Seminar08+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7Nn7l7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gzTnDxb2rWU/s400/Seminar08+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759110201929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a pic of all the new debuting sales directors for the last six months- crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7NNpXnDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gazDgW2luLo/s1600-h/Seminar08+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7NNpXnDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gazDgW2luLo/s400/Seminar08+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759103146171442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink and black dishes- Hmm, I wonder if Chris would dig it??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7MowHXJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2jL06cgdpss/s1600-h/Seminar08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy7MowHXJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2jL06cgdpss/s400/Seminar08+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759093242354834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gorgeous Garnet ring I've been drooling over- I love this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_AaSn8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/q0e5VjcnJb8/s1600-h/Seminar08+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_AaSn8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/q0e5VjcnJb8/s400/Seminar08+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763281248646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Opening Ceremonies of our 45th anniversary.  We were all given LED keychains and were told to turn them on- it was so beautiful in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_A1m9aKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wtTZVTnhdyc/s1600-h/Seminar08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_A1m9aKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wtTZVTnhdyc/s400/Seminar08+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763288581695650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Unit Awards night- an "Aloha theme" I was very happy to be named Unit Miss Enthusiasm and #3 in sales!  (Let it be known that #2 and #1 beat me by a LONG SHOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_BNMeqAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/00vqwo2bz4Y/s1600-h/Seminar08+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_BNMeqAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/00vqwo2bz4Y/s400/Seminar08+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763294913079298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My face just reflects the flash on my camera.  My new friend Hannelore and I at classes.  She lives up in Northern California, and though she's in my unit, we've never met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_BkReY8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0B_d4LPU944/s1600-h/Seminar08+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_BkReY8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/0B_d4LPU944/s400/Seminar08+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763301108048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I know I'm silly- but I loved the anniversary pic on the cake-  so what!!  I didn't earn any of the nice luncheons this year- but even the food was good for these lunches!  It was really amazing- the session would let out, then 11,000 women would pile out of the arena and Hall A and into this huge dining area.  Everything was already set out and we were flagged in like airplanes to find a seat- it was very efficient!  I though, felt like cattle. hahah. moo- ding ding, ding ding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_B4ZpTII/AAAAAAAAAHk/-01cB567AuY/s1600-h/Seminar08+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy_B4ZpTII/AAAAAAAAAHk/-01cB567AuY/s400/Seminar08+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227763306511027330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was me on Awards Night- fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC6VySXLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/To9HGZ_YK7A/s1600-h/Seminar08+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC6VySXLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/To9HGZ_YK7A/s400/Seminar08+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767575006567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lady was so inspiring.  She was named the Queen of Sales for Consultants. During this last year, she had a baby that was born with some health problems, and had to have two surgeries. She also moved across country while her husband was deployed- with two other children!  She still did this amazing thing despite the obstacles- it was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC7De7tVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dIxjrzyOLYk/s1600-h/Seminar08+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC7De7tVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dIxjrzyOLYk/s400/Seminar08+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767587273422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary Kay is the official sponsor of the CMA awards so they had a really cool country dance number (oh ya, and they had a Spice Girls one too!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC7tBSl9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dAev607UxbQ/s1600-h/Seminar08+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC7tBSl9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dAev607UxbQ/s400/Seminar08+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767598423381970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC5Dv1psI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OwVValjthMw/s1600-h/Seminar08+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC5Dv1psI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OwVValjthMw/s400/Seminar08+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767552984590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the Queen of Sales for Directors- she is one awesome lady!  My director knows her so we got a second to snap a picture!  She did a lot last year, but one of them was to sell 900 new black compacts, it made my head spin thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC8EMpExI/AAAAAAAAAIM/flMX5WKZxU8/s1600-h/Seminar08+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIzC8EMpExI/AAAAAAAAAIM/flMX5WKZxU8/s400/Seminar08+139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227767604645008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of MK's "Pink Doing Green" Initiative- they planted 45 trees in front of the Convention Center in honor of the 45th anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my birthday party this last Friday and it was good!  Several of my guests ended up going on a "creepy crawl"  (don't ask!) and it was a lot of fun.  We had great Pirate decorations and I will be posting pictures in my next blog.  (Trust me, there are enough from Seminar!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- now that I've overwhelmed you with photos, know that more are on the way!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4492119105979115470?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4492119105979115470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4492119105979115470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4492119105979115470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4492119105979115470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/lotsa-updates.html' title='Lotsa Updates!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SIy3hgYDa7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ojMROmPj3G8/s72-c/Seminar08+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6730673405345034470</id><published>2008-07-13T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:11:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojakxSK9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/S8iwpHPC5Zg/s1600-h/July2+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojakxSK9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/S8iwpHPC5Zg/s400/July2+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525657343470546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pARRRty is soon approaching. I will be in Texas over my birthday- but will be back with my eye patch and parrot for my July 25th Pirate Birthday Party.  I got some awesome ice cube molds that I just love..Ya, I know I'm trendy.  I was tempted to get the "Denture" shaped molds, but I figured no one would enjoy it as much as me.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crochetcafe.net/images/topimg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.crochetcafe.net/images/topimg2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was my 1st "Stitch N Bitch" we met at the Crochet Cafe in Temecula, and it was a LOT of fun!  I didn't get any pictures while at the SnB because I was too busy chatting and finishing my first crocheted blanket.  One of the ladies thought it was crazy I was crafting a dog blanket, but honestly, I had dropped so many stitches, I wouldn't embarass myself to gift it to someone who walks on 2 legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crochet Cafe is an interesting place.  It is located in Old Town Temecula in a quaint little courtyard off the main stretch.  It is very small but very cozy and inviting.  You walk through the brick courtyard, under Peppertrees, to the little cottage.  It is filled with all kinds of great yarns- everything from hand-painted yarns, to soy yarns, to even an antibacterial yarn made from soy and get this- crab shells.  It was an ingenious sock yarn that of course, one of our knitters HAD to snatch up because it was too pretty...of course, she will have to learn how to knit socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really appreciated that none of the ladies were, what I call, "yarn snobs."  They were all down to earth, fun and willing to help.  Everyone advises everyone and there isn't anyone "above" any kind of craft, skill level, or type of yarn.  If someone asks a question that seems absurdly basic, it is rude to make fun of them- you either help or keep your mouth shut. Just yesterday though, I did come across a yarn snob and it really pissed me off.  It is kind of an unspoken rule, that if someone is looking for pointers or help in their crafting, that you at least point them in the right direction.  It amazes me that some people think that a compliment on someone else's simple project means that you too are "simple," because you enjoyed their work.  I suppose I don't get it.  If a project looks great and I want to try it, whether it's a garter stitch scarf or a lacy shawl, I don't feel "above" anything to compliment and ask about it.  Anyway, I'm done being irritated with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really was special about the Cafe was that it had so much heart.  The original owner of the store passed away just a month or so ago.  She had Breast Cancer, and her crafted blankets gifted during her Chemotherapy are still displayed.  Her best friend and get this, her two teenage boys, run the store!  Many of the members of the SnB knew her and it was really heartwarming to see them come back and talk about her.  It was sad to hear about her, but so amazing that her shop is staying open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojbIgl43I/AAAAAAAAAFU/3KHVC0I2qyo/s1600-h/July2+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojbIgl43I/AAAAAAAAAFU/3KHVC0I2qyo/s400/July2+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525666937135986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I resisted the urge to pick up wool yarn for felting and some double-pointed needles so you'll have to commend me for that. I had to get this though- it's Canadian and GORGEOUS.  Will it be another dog blanket? I don't know.  Yes, Katinka from the SnB would think me crazy. I will admit though, my stash is growing.  I have lots of yarn, not all of it works together though.  Some of it was given to me for the holidays, other was passed down because other crafters couldn't handle their enormous yarn stash...but I have made a goal to actually FINISH my projects now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojbe0zYxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6BVOI_O57FE/s1600-h/July2+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojbe0zYxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6BVOI_O57FE/s400/July2+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525672927486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a discloth that I have affectionately named my "Hail Mary" Discloths.  A few years ago, my Spanish teacher (who really was from Spain and named Mary) would wipe the whiteboard with handtowels in colors similar to these.  She had been married for 30 years, but someone had given her the crazy towels as a wedding gift (it WAS the 70's!)  She held onto them for years, but finally couldn't stand leaving them in the box any longer, and used them in the classroom.  She couldn't wipe the board without chuckling in a thick Spanish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojcJX9jFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wamcQFFQYnU/s1600-h/July2+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojcJX9jFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wamcQFFQYnU/s400/July2+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525684349242450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you have it folks- my, what I call, "rock climbing" blanket.  I had dropped so many stitches the left and right sides are kind of bumpy.  It could be El Capitan for all I know.  Oh well, Bailey won't mind, and anyway- I'm going to try and crochet a cute lacy trim on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojcenwvQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HWA1eZKmnhU/s1600-h/July2+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojcenwvQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HWA1eZKmnhU/s400/July2+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222525690052656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butternut Squash is on it's way!  Also, I will have Bell Peppers and Zucchinni too!  The Tomatoes are ripening on the vine as we speak, and I can't wait to make Veggie Enchiladas with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6730673405345034470?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6730673405345034470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6730673405345034470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6730673405345034470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6730673405345034470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahoy.html' title='Ahoy!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHojakxSK9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/S8iwpHPC5Zg/s72-c/July2+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4075164332349297629</id><published>2008-07-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:27:00.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Stuff</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I am learning to crochet.  I have crossed over from the realm of Knaughty Knitter to Happy Hooker, haha!&lt;br /&gt;And this is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pattisoriginals.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/amigurumi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pattisoriginals.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/amigurumi.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute stuff...yes. Cute stuff.  I figured that I have completely missed the "Baby Bootie" phase of my baby cousin's lives, but this, well, I have a much larger time period in which to procrastinate on this one.  Well, worst comes to worst, I can crochet up my own little zoo....Or, they can hang the little panda bears from their rear-view mirrors by the time I'm done with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update everyone on Chris...he is well.  We are about to celebrate two years together and it's pretty exciting.  Well, it's not as exciting as the 1st year, it's more of a "high five" moment.  Not because we love each other any less, but we have been through so much crap in the last year, that it's more like a "Hooray, we still love each other."  It's a tired, but valiant trot across the finish line of another calendar year, not the overzealous sprint we experienced the year before.  After the fire and evacuation, 7 day a week schedules, Gram's health, Miss Fallbrook, applying for financial aid and all that junk that goes with "big kid's school,"  job loss in the family and tight times- we are just really happy to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's great, is that I get to report that him filing out FAFSA was not in vain this year, HE GOT FREE MONEY FOR COLLEGE!  Granted, it's not going to get him through the year payment free, but it was exciting that all that time we spent working on it, got him SOMETHING! It was much appreciated news...because the California budget cuts in public schooling has really hit home.  It's a gloomy summer for those working for a school district...In the Fallbrook Elementary district alone, I think 50 teachers were laid off...not including other staff.  (And considering there's only 5 schools, with only about 25-30 teachers each?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...I'm thinking of doing a "Study Abroad" program in the next year.  I was pretty depressed to find out that I need to take Spanish 201 to graduate from CSUSM.  I took Spanish 101 and 102 at Palomar..but then I because GWA and took a year off, only to return and enroll in Spanish 201, and realize that the professor would not be speaking ANY English in the course.  That freaked me out, as I forgot all my Spanish, and had replaced it in my brain with motivational speeches (some of which I could use now!)  and yah, I have to start all over again.  I haven't decided where I should go...whether I should try to go to Spain or to get credit for the class, or if I should just go somewhere awesome- like Australia or England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is that I am quite attached to my signifgant other...Could he or I really enjoy our lives knowing the other is gone for 6 weeks to 6 months?  I know it sounds corny, trust me I do...but I don't know how other couples do it.  Military families, I suppose, are just used to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have rambled on long enough.  Time to go crochet and enjoy my day off.  I have a lot to ponder...I find that I have lost sight of my ideals and goals.  Just the thought of making a goal either leaves me apathetic or freaks the heck out of me.  When did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the last few months have really derailed me from my sense of ambition, and I really need to find it again.  I think I will try and make a list of goals and just be brave about it.  Love you all, thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4075164332349297629?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4075164332349297629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4075164332349297629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4075164332349297629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4075164332349297629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/exciting-stuff.html' title='Exciting Stuff'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2365201139615262313</id><published>2008-07-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:49:15.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle of the Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPo_IU_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hL3t4EN7dkU/s1600-h/July+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPo_IU_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hL3t4EN7dkU/s400/July+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111377403018450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was completely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent lounging by the pool with Chris, Whitney and her family.  We had a delicious meal and drank good drinks.  We played Nintendo Monopoly, then it got ugly.  After dark, we watched Fireworks from her house on the hill- two times.  We even lit off a few of our own despite their illegalness.  (I love sparklers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I never take enough pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got up bright and early, woke up the large bear, my father, and we went to Temecula for our very first Pug Meetup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPqaB02nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/76by1t3HdOM/s1600-h/July+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPqaB02nI/AAAAAAAAAEk/76by1t3HdOM/s400/July+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111401803373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has a new friend...who isn't Bailey (if you were wondering!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPq_ywRDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zx9p2bA4H3o/s1600-h/July+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPq_ywRDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zx9p2bA4H3o/s400/July+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111411940705330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPrUhQQxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oDYcuOlv-RY/s1600-h/July+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPrUhQQxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oDYcuOlv-RY/s400/July+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111417504449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pug Meetup was great.  The picture I took didn't even get everyone that was there. I have never seen so many pugs in one place, it was awesome. Bailey was pretty overwhelmed by all the people, and the pugs in her little face, but it was good socialization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know, was that while I was at Whitney's the day before, Dad let her roam around the backyard, which is covered in dry brush, without a leash on.  She apparently had a foxtail on her face, and when Dad went to retrieve it, it dissapeared...up her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know this untill we were on our way to the Meetup, but by then I figured maybe it had fallen out, and Dad wasn't so sure whether or not it was up there.  Later in the afternoon, Bailey's little nose was bleeding, she was sneezing up a storm and her eyes and nose were runny.  We took her to the vet and paid a pretty penny to have her seen.  Sure enough, a large piece of foxtail (You will know them if you've had them stuck to your socks!) was up there...don't ask me how that was possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Costco and got some stuff for my party and I am very excited!  Dad dropped some Benjamins that day, but you must bribe someone when you damage their baby.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPr5cdN5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-7KCWRiuwpw/s1600-h/July+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPr5cdN5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-7KCWRiuwpw/s400/July+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220111427416438674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey was all tuckered out from a day of foxtails, meetups and bribes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a babyshower today and alas, did not take pictures...Randi's baby is due in August and will be a little boy!  Exciting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Chris is here and I'm gonna go. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2365201139615262313?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2365201139615262313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2365201139615262313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2365201139615262313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2365201139615262313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/middle-of-calendar.html' title='The Middle of the Calendar'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SHGPo_IU_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hL3t4EN7dkU/s72-c/July+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5698904544922738390</id><published>2008-07-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:46:14.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Yo Money Maker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug6JmT_-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dRcVBkjnqVc/s1600-h/June3+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug6JmT_-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dRcVBkjnqVc/s400/June3+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441514108321762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good news: The CSUSM party went very well- and Chris finally was guilted enough to get me a balloon bouquet.  (I must give credit where credit is due!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug7dh0XeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-7VjFJ_zLNM/s1600-h/June3+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug7dh0XeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-7VjFJ_zLNM/s400/June3+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441536638049762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey, who typically doesn't sit still long enough for pictures, sends her warmest regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, not feeling oober bouncy.  This is why I'm not going to march up a flight of stairs to get my camera chord to transfer photos onto my blog. I realize I am a lazy panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my credit card bill this week- and wow.  Aside from the big purchase I put on there, it amazes me how much my spending has changed.  As it weren't already obvious, gas prices are crazy.  I really need my car to start running on dreams- that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris got home early yesterday and I had the day off so we made dinner, he created homemade air filters for his Subaru Impreza and I cleaned up after a long weekend.  We had gone to Dollar Tree and found some awesome Piratey stuff, and plenty that had nothing to do with pirates at all.  After getting enough accomplished we took an impromtu trip to Temecula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JoAnn's and Barnes and Noble.  First off, let me say, that crafting is expensive.  I wanted to make Bailey a pet bed- but to buy the fabric now (the bargain bin at this JoAnn's has some UGLY fabric, so that isn't an option!), stuffing, and any other notions- it would be WAY over $20- the cost of cute pet bed at Target.  For a society that doesn't value time- which is costly- they charge a lot for materials in a craft that is so time consuming.  It seems counterintuitive.  But luckily for Chris and I, we found some cool bandana looking fabric with skulls on it that was $2 off a yard.  Chris will be getting pillows.  While they are more expensive than Target pillows...well, where else can an Xray guy get custom made pillows?  From his rockin' girlfriend that's where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I were in the fabric aisle, and I asked a serious question...."So, our future home, uh, how is it going to look?"  I mean, I have a ton of Mickey, Pink girly stuff, and then we both share an affection for skeleton stuff.  It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug6xuIbMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gUu1YQ6wbok/s1600-h/June3+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug6xuIbMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gUu1YQ6wbok/s400/June3+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441524878535874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piece is entitled:  "Life and Death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you ever get a puppy and want some awesome toys- Petstages makes the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has been reading a lot and he is about to finish "Survivor" by Chuck Palahniuk (if that's how you spell his crazy last name)  He just bought a new book last night (he, for once bought more stuff than I did!) and I resisted the urge to spend since books are expensive.  I have a few knitting books that have gone unused but yet, I always have to fight that urge to buy another book.  While I was adamant about him getting the rest of the David Sedaris books (I will be loaning him "Naked") and Chuck Palahniuk's at the library- our library sucks.  Since both authors are popular, their work is typically checked out or waitlisted.  I'm going to try and find the books on Amazon used- but still...shipping is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, I can wait till the semester starts to check them out of CSUSM's library, since I'm sure LLU doesn't have anything worth reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramble ramble ramble...now to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, those luckyfiona dog collars I ordered on 6/27?  The next day, I visit their site on Etsy only to see that they're going on vacation from 6/28-7/9 and that makes me a sad panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5698904544922738390?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5698904544922738390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5698904544922738390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5698904544922738390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5698904544922738390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/shake-yo-money-maker.html' title='Shake Yo Money Maker!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SGug6JmT_-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dRcVBkjnqVc/s72-c/June3+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-479841362893925802</id><published>2008-06-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:11:17.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Gloom</title><content type='html'>A lot of little things have happened in the past week.  Chris started his internship at a new hospital, and at first, HATED it.  He describes it like this "You don't do anything for three hours, then an a few Xrays will come in all at once (like, from a car accident) and everyone panics.  It sucks."  Luckily though, he is adjusting to the very different atmosphere of the new "ho-ho" as I call it and is even reading a good book I loaned him 2 years ago by Chuck Palahnuick.  (Did I spell that right? oh well.)  It's the guy that wrote Fight Club.  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's potty training is going well.  We still have a few accidents here and there- but I'm finding less and less "surprises" behind furniture or puddled in the middle of the floor in my path of travel.  I don't know if she's getting better or if I just know how to watch her "I'm gonna go!!" signals.  Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram finally got her LAST wrist brace off and is enjoying life with a free left hand.  I'm still weighing the pros-and-cons of her coming home vs. staying at the Assisted Living Facility.  It's really something I'm struggling with.  I know she would like to come home, but at the same time, I think  that when she adjusts to life over there, she will LOVE the field trips and activities.  She is already socializing and I enjoy hearing about it.  When she was home, she would spend HOURS watching CNN- and you know how they loop the same footage and stories over, and over, and over and OVER again?  Well, that's how our conversations went when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been reading the newspaper, talking to other residents and roaming the halls pretty well.  They have activities, a library and a salon which she has been getting into...that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she has said "I'm self reliant now, I'm okay and wouldn't need a nurse."  But when I asked her the other day if she'd like me to bring a cat over to permanently stay with her (to make it feel more homey) she said she couldn't take care of it.  My boss and I talked  about it and she made a good point- if she can't imagine caring for a cat, when everything else is taken care of (food, cleaning, laundry, etc.) how will she come home and do things for herself?  Any thoughts?  Like I said, I'm really struggling with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be having a Very, Very small Open House and Tuition Fundraiser at mi casa.  It amazes me how many people don't RSVP.  Typically, when you get an invite to something, you should call or email to say you are, or are not coming.  People don't get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more connected as ever as Americans- we are constantly on the Internet, Home Phone, Cell Phone, PDA, etc.  but why has this common courtesy gone out the window?  It's easier than ever to get ahold of someone, but yet, we have become commitment phobic.  It won't hurt my feelings if someone can't make it, but it really pisses me off when I assume they aren't coming, and I have food made up, or other goodies, and they just show up assuming I have enough for them.  This hasn't just happened with Mary Kay, otherwise I would just shrug it off, but I have heard it more and more with other events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday party last year was a prime example.  Friends ASSUMED I knew they were coming- UHhh, NO?  You don't call me for the three-week-gap from the invite being sent to the "day of" and you could be dead for all I know.  But what's really bad is that my boss was telling me that her niece got married about a year or two ago.  The numbers had to be turned into the caterer about two weeks before the wedding.  She actually had to CALL her family and friends because they never sent the pre-stamped RSVP cards back to her.  That really sickens me...it's a WEDDING!  Could you imagine being a bride, and two weeks before calling your cousins, and siblings if they're coming and what they want to eat?  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry- that was my little rant.  There were a lot of people out of town or busy this weekend- which is totally understandable.  But what irks me is the fact that I would call someone, they would want an email.  I'd send them an email, and they STILL didn't respond.  Lord.  To a few of my guests, I sent them a postcard, an email and a call....still, no response.  I'm trying not to be a pest, but I wouldn't have to resort to the phone call if you woulda responded to the first two trys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people, as I take it, are commitment phobes who are "too busy" to take five seconds to hit the "reply" button.  I hope I'm not like that ever...how rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and to anyone reading this, no, this blog is not directed at you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did though, order two dog collars for bailey from etsy.com (cute handmade goods)  Beth has her "giddy giddy" and I have my "lucky fiona." hahaha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pan2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30561810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pan2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30561810.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pan2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30559342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pan2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30559342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they adorable? I seem to have a slight affection for dots.  I also seem to have a slight affection for sales- seeing how these both were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of good deals- I went to Dollar Tree yesterday- IN FALLBROOK!  Why is this exciting? Not only do I love Dollar Tree (I know, so anti-tree hugger) but it's the first real chain, other than a grocery store, we have in Fbrook.  We don't even have a Starbucks, aside from the sucky one in Albertson's.  While it's great to have that  "small town" vibe- it's not great when you need to pick up a birthday gift and the bookstores close at 4 p.m.  Or, if you want a coffee drink for a late night study break- and they all closed at 6 p.m. (aside from the icky fake Starbucks in Albertson's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I really went "crazy" at Dtree, and I only spent 11 bucks! I got some stuff for my Pirate themed Birthday Party and some other stuff for around the house...11 dollars.  I was in heaven.   So ya, that's my splurge for the week- two dog collars and Dollar Tree..wow.  I need to get out more. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this is the life of a college student who is now paying for a lot more herself.  I did finally get reimbursed for all of Grandma's shopping, pills and snacks.  It's weird...I'm giving her spending money now.  Holy cow.  I feel like a big kid...and it freaks me out! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-479841362893925802?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/479841362893925802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=479841362893925802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/479841362893925802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/479841362893925802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-gloom.html' title='June Gloom'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4654516732711633399</id><published>2008-06-24T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:06:51.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Honest</title><content type='html'>You know, to be honest with anyone reading this- I really wish that things would be consistently copeable.  I have been doing pretty well, and it seems life throws me curveballs that derail me from my quest for zen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister showed up yesterday.  Haven't spoken to her since my birthday last July.  She literally just walked through the door.  I was home sick, and she seriously, just opened the door. No phone call, no knocking- just barged in.  She then proceeded to gross me out in ways I don't want to vent publicly and stole every last avocado on my tree.  I am trying to get over my anger about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grams has been asking everyday when she can come home- and it kinda kills me inside to have to go through this everytime I see her.  We had a talk and whenever I ask her questions she gets upset and thinks I'm picking on her.  Honestly, asking "well, what do you want to do?"  is not a mean question, but it puts the problem right where she can see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grams bill for this month at Regency will be about $2,600.  Next month it can either go up or down depending on what services she needs (she will have some taken off, and some added...plus all of her "extras" like the hair salon are added on that bill.  I came home and did the math to see if would be cheaper to have her come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I came up with. &lt;br /&gt;$900 for rent (she pays my dad because she feels it's fair to pay for his house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- here's the kicker- to have a caretaker come in for $18 an hr. (average/below average price) for only 5 hrs a day (10-3 p.m.) to watch her 5 days a week (so, 25 hrs per week) it would cost a whopping $1,800 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't include food or housekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's right, the grand total is $2,700.  $100 MORE than what it would cost to live at Regency.  Doesn't that make you sick? It makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her today and we talked about coming home I told her that I would need a caretaker to come in for at LEAST that amount.  If something happens to her- stroke, heart attack, a bad fall, etc.  She will be incapacitated again- and we will be back at SQUARE ONE.  Now that I'll be attending CSUSM this fall, I can't miss class or fail a test because I am taking care of her.  I'm sorry- but I will never go through that again.  It was so stressful and exhausting to be a "single parent" of an 89 year old.  It has made me slightly bitter and resentful- and I'm still trying to put it behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grams is not covered for "caregivers" with her insurance.  When we spoke today she was really upset because she was going to have to spend her savings.  I asked her- "What did you think would happen if you got ill? You knew your insurance didn't cover it."  I don't think she, nor my father understood healthcare costs.  So they leave it to the 21 year old to FIGURE IT OUT?  Now I'm irritated again. ugh. I remember when Grams had to leave the Nursing Facility because her insurance stopped covering it- Dad said to try and find a place for $50 a day.  I hadn't even done the research yet and I laughed in his face.  What is he thinking?  I get paid more than $50 a day- a nursing home is more like $100-$200 a DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway- sometimes it baffles me that she didn't think that eventually she may need assistance.  What did she think would happen?  I try to be sympathetic in thinking that many of us don't imagine ourselves with a disease or disability in the future- it's unfathomable.  But aging?  When you buy "old people's" insurance isn't that one of the things you think about?  People get old....duh.  You break hips and stuff...that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Grams thought that being home would save her money.  She was upset and said that she would be dissapointed that the money she saved for Dad and I would be spent- but again, I had to ask her, "what did you think would happen when you got older?  How would you take care of yourself?"  I think, in her mind it was easy to hope that she would have a quick and easy death, that insurance would cover everything, and it wouldn't be so expensive.  Life, as we know it, is expensive.  It is not cut and dry- nor does it ever happen as we plan it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer that everything works out the way it should, but I am not so blindly optimistic to believe that everything wraps itself up in a tidy little package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because it never does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4654516732711633399?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4654516732711633399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4654516732711633399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4654516732711633399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4654516732711633399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-be-honest.html' title='To Be Honest'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5942221122991102940</id><published>2008-06-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:44:16.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indagaddadavida</title><content type='html'>This has been a good week- a very good week indeed.  Last night Chris and I saw the Love Guru at our old haunt- the Galaxy Theatre (where we reunited).  We had free passes and it was cool inside- that is the only reason why we went.  Seeing a movie nowadays means like, $6 for popcorn and $4.75 for a drink + the price of admission.  Ridiculous.  We brought candy and had free passes, but I had to splurge for the rip-off Pepsi (we got free popcorn too because his friend was working!!)  If you liked Austin Powers, you will like this movie.  If you hated that trilogy, you will hate this movie. It has the hallmark penis and fart jokes, and plenty of funny play-on-words that you will remember.  It was funny though, and yes, it was all centered around CANADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is when Jessica Alba's character says "You can kiss my Canadian A**"  and I wanted to cheer.  I didn't though.  Canadians don't cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th of July is around the corner and this year, Chris has the day off.  Since it's a Friday and he'll be working at the Hospital, the school mandates that since his internship is also a class, he gets the day off.  Okay, so 40 hrs. a week that you PAY FOR really sucks, but this is nice.  Last year he was workin' at the Depot, and we had to book it on over to Vista to see some fireworks, this year, we may have it easy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0drKmEASI/AAAAAAAAADU/6Wyu6S37AKw/s1600-h/June2+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0drKmEASI/AAAAAAAAADU/6Wyu6S37AKw/s400/June2+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356570980483362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have deemed that this dog is of American Origin.  He poops in his own food bowl. No joke.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0drda3H4I/AAAAAAAAADc/yBlenTdk0ek/s1600-h/June2+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0drda3H4I/AAAAAAAAADc/yBlenTdk0ek/s400/June2+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356576033775490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey doesn't have a bow- she would probably eat it off.  I think she's more Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dskdKa2I/AAAAAAAAADs/XvOo52MgaCk/s1600-h/June2+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dskdKa2I/AAAAAAAAADs/XvOo52MgaCk/s400/June2+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356595102346082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you decorate on a budget, just put a bunch of stuff together that works.  Boo-yah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dsPU_m_I/AAAAAAAAADk/Pu6AlsK1B1o/s1600-h/June2+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dsPU_m_I/AAAAAAAAADk/Pu6AlsK1B1o/s400/June2+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356589430938610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how JoAnn's has really expenisve home decor but it's always 40-50% off....why?  I had to get this though....loooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Disneyland on Tuesday and it was a total bust.  We got up early and tried to get there when Cali Adventure opened so we could get in line for the new ride, Toy Story Mania.  Little did we know, that the line started forming at 8 a.m. and by the time we got there it was a 4-7 hr. wait in the sun in 95 degree weather.  Uh, no.  And guess what, there was no Opening Day  Surprises (sometimes they give out stuff for the first people in line).  We shall return in the Fall when it's not so flippin' terrible.  For serious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dqXA7e5I/AAAAAAAAADM/ye8VEEikMgI/s1600-h/June2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0dqXA7e5I/AAAAAAAAADM/ye8VEEikMgI/s400/June2+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214356557134527378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me outside the Disney's Dream Wedding advertisment.   I can only dream of that kind of corniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Chris' one week off- we also went to San Diego and roamed around.  It was 90 when we got there, then cooled off to about 85, and it was bearable.  We went to Urban Outfitters (a thrift store looking place that charges like, Abercrombie prices)  and roamed around.  The clothes are pretty stupid and very, thrift-ish but soo expensive.  I always make it a point to stop there though because they have great novelty stuff...and funny books.  We do a lot of window shopping in SD to say the least... but at least we got to have an affordable lunch at the Rock Bottom- one of our favorite places to eat.  Yes Andy, I had Seared Ahi..yum!  We even got to join the "Mug Club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0hdq7DMXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qnif5z-MOLQ/s1600-h/June2+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0hdq7DMXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qnif5z-MOLQ/s400/June2+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360737186787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris entertains me and my picture taking at the Rock Bottom Restaurant and Brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I DO purchase is stuff from Sanrio.  I LOVE that store.  I have been a Sanrio fan since I can remember, because I just find that stuff addicting.  Most of it was better when I was 9, like the Hello Kitty plastic wallets that no longer hold my loads of cash I have as a young adult, but they do have some good stuff...Ya, I'm soo nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0gXgAZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VyyCBOFw6Dw/s1600-h/June2+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0gXgAZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VyyCBOFw6Dw/s400/June2+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214359531665610770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna take it easy today because my allergies have returned with a vengeance.  No matter what the drug companies say on their medicine boxes-it DOES make you drowsy.  I have been channeling my inner-sloth for the past day and it's been weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5942221122991102940?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5942221122991102940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5942221122991102940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5942221122991102940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5942221122991102940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/indagaddadavida.html' title='Indagaddadavida'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SF0drKmEASI/AAAAAAAAADU/6Wyu6S37AKw/s72-c/June2+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-6081647383785411726</id><published>2008-06-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:38:46.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Family EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFciwLMnQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rn9UvdxuoQE/s1600-h/IMG_5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFciwLMnQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rn9UvdxuoQE/s400/IMG_5604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212673304739398530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once I'm not talkin' about my garden- check out these little sprouts!  Seen above is baby cousin Ryan and below is the gang with baby cousin Jennah.  See? Babies don't spontaneously combust when I hold them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFciw5MBiGI/AAAAAAAAADE/jw7rDqBdxt0/s1600-h/IMG_5623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFciw5MBiGI/AAAAAAAAADE/jw7rDqBdxt0/s400/IMG_5623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212673317084956770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the world's cutest family ever, and this isn't even the whole gang!  Thank you Beth for sharing the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tomorrow, guess what? We're going to Disneyland...AGAIN!  As it turns out, June 17th is the Grand Opening of the Toy Story Ride in California Adventure.  As it also turns out, tomorrow is NOT a blackout date for Annual Passholders- we are SO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? Well, after I spent a good portion of my Sunday afternoon researching things to do in San Diego County on a budget (that have not already been done before) I couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown SD prides itself on being a refined area with lots of shopping, dining and baseball games at Pet-co Park. While this is awesome...I can't afford to "Wine-n-Dine" much less the Valet Parking.  Anaheim it is...at least we KNOW what kind of a rip-off it is! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I are very creative in our cooking- tonight I whipped up Nachos with all the fixins, including faux-ground beef. I know you're probably squirming at the thought, but trust me, with quacamole and all that other stuff, you wouldn't taste a difference!  It was gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a calendar last night and thought...as much as I'd like to be a May or June bride- perhaps October in 2010 would be a good date?  I mean, that'd give me plenty of breathing time after I graduate (and Chris does too!) and perhaps 10-10-2010 would be easy for hubby to remember?  Hmm- now to just discuss this with future hubbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-9-2009 would never happen so let's be realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chris hasn't run away screamin' yet, or spontaneously combusted, so I think I'm doing pretty darn well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-6081647383785411726?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6081647383785411726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=6081647383785411726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6081647383785411726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/6081647383785411726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/cutest-family-ever.html' title='Cutest Family EVER'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFciwLMnQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rn9UvdxuoQE/s72-c/IMG_5604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-1797764219990140219</id><published>2008-06-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:57:59.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Find It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7Td2BIoI/AAAAAAAAACU/0cshELkB_LU/s1600-h/Dland5+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7Td2BIoI/AAAAAAAAACU/0cshELkB_LU/s320/Dland5+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137349365965442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are my GORGEOUS hydrangeas- made pink by coffee grounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7T4CiF9I/AAAAAAAAACc/c3NZPgux8lg/s1600-h/Dland5+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7T4CiF9I/AAAAAAAAACc/c3NZPgux8lg/s320/Dland5+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137356397778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7UVsmA8I/AAAAAAAAACk/RK4sQ9YaS6Q/s1600-h/Dland5+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7UVsmA8I/AAAAAAAAACk/RK4sQ9YaS6Q/s320/Dland5+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137364358824898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote this whole blog about my life, and I don't think I'm going to post a word of it.  Here are some pictures of my garden instead. I will save you the confusion and just refer to my horticulture love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to spending time in the garden it seems that my carpets have recently experienced an astounding increase in the messes laid upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my day goes:&lt;br /&gt;-Clean kitty litter of poo.&lt;br /&gt;-Clean puppy pad of poo.&lt;br /&gt;-Clean stupid dog's crate of poo. (I need to retrain my older dog of his previous owner, but it's hard!)&lt;br /&gt;-Clean random spots on the carpet...of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of "piling" in my house.  On Thursday, it seems the "output" was never ending- and then Dad shows up on Friday and scolds me because I missed something.  Haha- that was funny.  At least I haven't lost the ability to roll my eyes and laugh about it.  Now, if I really wanted to get him I could leave it all for him to do- then perhaps he would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your life is exciting when it centers around poo in your house.  I am the epitome of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- today is Father's Day and I got Dad a CSUSM Dad sticker for his truck and a Cup. I would have purchased him a shirt but they didn't have any sizes over Medium (how dumb is that?  I don't know many Dads that are Mediums!)  I also got him a Home Depot Gift Card.  I have previously been very frustrated by the fact that each holiday I would go out and put some thought and time into my gifts to him.  He would open them, and leave it where it was received and not even throw away the wrapping or put his gift in his room.  Well, I got sick of it.  Now I go to Home Depot (but I'm thinking Target next time) and get him a gift card. Sure enough, like a lunar eclipse, it's reliable that he leaves it laying out.  That is when I snatch it and save it for when I need to fix something around the house.  We all benefit and I save myself from becoming an even more bitter daughter? See- it's the gift that keeps on giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my cousins send me pictures of this weekend I will post them because my family is beautiful and I love to share.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-1797764219990140219?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1797764219990140219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=1797764219990140219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1797764219990140219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/1797764219990140219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-find-it-again.html' title='To Find It Again'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SFU7Td2BIoI/AAAAAAAAACU/0cshELkB_LU/s72-c/Dland5+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5790627902380161745</id><published>2008-06-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:04:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time, and the livin's ...crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SE6hSnzbNgI/AAAAAAAAACM/JaQSwpie1vs/s1600-h/June+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SE6hSnzbNgI/AAAAAAAAACM/JaQSwpie1vs/s320/June+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279160208635394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the cutest puppy you've ever seen?  It is.  And she's MINE!  Yes, I got a puppy, well technically, Dad got me a puppy, and my life hasn't been the same since.  Why did he get me a puppy? I'm still figuring that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, after a friend of mine got a pug puppy, I had looked into Pugs that needed homes on Petfinder.com.  I wasn't overzealous of the thought of a puppy per-say, as I knew how much work it would be, with the cleanups, the training, the boundless puppy energy.  Well, when I suggested we get another dog to dad, he said no.  I said "OK."  Was I dissapointed, not really.  Well, apparently, a few weeks later, Dad noticed a flyer that pug puppies were for sale.   "Pug puppies for sale? Really?  BRILLIANT! I will get one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have fantastic ideas.&lt;/span&gt;"  As you see, now that it was HIS idea, we HAD TO HAVE a pug.  hahah.  So, that's how I ended up with a puppy.  It has been a whirlwind since I got her a week ago.  The only reason I'm writing this now is because we have cleaning ladies over and the noise from the vacuum, and the commotion is keeping her occupied.  Occupado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was intense to say the least.  I donated blood the previous Thursday and didn't bounce back very well this time.  By Monday I was feeling like poop- with random symptoms that made no sense- muscle aches, nausea, migrane, fatigue, dizzyness and get this, EYE pain.  Ya, no joke.  On Tuesday though, I had to suck it up and serve as a Poll Worker from about 4 a.m. (to get up and get ready) to about 9:30.  It was a  long day, but I finally finished "I know Why the Caged Bird Sings," and started both "Fun Home" (a Comic Book Novel- weird I know) and "Naked" (by David Sedaris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I still felt like poo.  I forced myself to eat Oatmeal and coffee with a Maloxx chaser because I just wanted to keel over and make a mess of myself. Yikes.  I had to get up at the crack of dawn and drive over to San Marcos for CSUSM Orientation.  I felt so horrible, but I was still very, very excited.  What really sucked though, was that they had a FREE breakfast cart full of juices, coffee, GOOD breakfast food and other joys- too bad the thought of eating anything repulsed me.  I sat in the back of the room just in case the Oatmeal wanted to make a second appearance.  Needless to say, it wasn't as fun as it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I registered for my classes, and wow, I am pretty scared.  Why did no one tell me how scared I'd be?  I'm in the big leagues now, and I am trying to take some power breaths to even type up how freaked out I am!  I only registered for 12 Units- 3 classes of my "core" classes for my major- Sociology.  The other classes I need to take overlapped each other, grr!  Sociology is an impacted major, especially now because of the insane budget cuts and a lot of the classes I needed weren't offered at times that worked.  I would like to take 15 units- but for my first semester, I will take it easy and maybe make up some classes next summer.  I really want to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten a few scholarships, and am waiting for the word back about my financial aid from the state.  I got a fee deferment until July 11th, so by that date I need to come up with the cash- $1,800 something worth the cash.  Good God.  &gt;&gt;More Power Breaths&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very fortunate though, as a 1st Generation, Low Income student, I got into the EOP Program which means, PRIORITY REGISTRATION FOREVER! It doesn't really matter that my major is impacted because I register before the masses.  Plus, I get a yearly grant to pay for my outrageous parking permit and stuff- pretty cool eh? I'm not sure if the fact that I'm a 1st Gen American has anything to do with it, but I'm pretty stoked EH.  Hey, I think those immigrants from the North need some perks too...haha (Ya, ya ya, I can hear you groaning now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news- Gram is doing MUCH better. Perhaps, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; well.  She's still over at the Assisted Living Facility- and yesterday we took her off Nurse Assistance for bathing, dressing, bathroom and getting to meals.  I wonder if she's overcompensating though because she wants to come home.  She said "Can I come home by August" yesterday and I said we'd have to wait and see....Yes, that's just jolly, let's move you back in as I start classes.  Quick Gram, I need some of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;  I know it will all work out- it always does.  I love her and want her to be happy...I just need some guidance on how I can keep myself from getting overwhelmed and depressed in the process.  Oy vey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, other news- I'm going to Mary Kay Seminar in Dallas, TX this July.  I am really bummed because I won't finish my last quarter of the year as a Star.   I had done really well, and was so excited to go to Dallas with honors- but this quarter I fell far behind.  While my failure is justified, I am really bummed that I couldn't finish what I had been working on for 9 months...it hurts to fail now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and work it out today, and see what I can do.  I just pray that God will take the dissapointment and worry of so many things off of my shoulders and make it a little easier.  I know it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to the Normans and Faveros- I love your blogs...no babies for me- just puppies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5790627902380161745?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5790627902380161745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5790627902380161745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5790627902380161745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5790627902380161745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-time-and-livins-crazy.html' title='Summer Time, and the livin&apos;s ...crazy'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SE6hSnzbNgI/AAAAAAAAACM/JaQSwpie1vs/s72-c/June+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4348664417961763210</id><published>2008-05-29T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:38:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Moms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://greenandcleanmom.org/"&gt;http://greenandcleanmom.org/&lt;/a&gt;  will be launching soon.  I don't have kids- but I love reading because it's a great resource for information and inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this site launches on June 1st- check it out at &lt;a href="http://greenandcleanmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://greenandcleanmom.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could win an adorable prize for my baby cousin??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4348664417961763210?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4348664417961763210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4348664417961763210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4348664417961763210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4348664417961763210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/green-moms.html' title='Green Moms!'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-3707262037250426211</id><published>2008-05-29T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:24:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>So that day I spoke of that was supposed to be spent in my pajamas wasting the day away? Didn't happen.  As it happens, it was just the opposite.  I did a lot of stuff, not all of it being the super fun lounging I had anticipated.  Tuesday was my redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I were "going to the zoo" on Tuesday- and to be honest, I wasn't all too excited to go to the zoo- but since we didn't have the energy, so I thought, to plan something elaborate, we stuck to something local and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning as we hit the road Chris asks me to grab his sunglasses out of the glovebox- and low and behold, there lays a card. Not just any card, but a Project Red (to support AIDS prevention in Africa!) birthday card.  My birthday isn't until July, but this particular gift had to be given early because, DISNEYLAND IS CRAZY IN JULY!!!!!  So guess what? My shnookums surprised me with a season pass to the Happiest Place on Earth.  It was great!  The weather was perfect, the lines weren't very long and we ate our "for the zoo" packed lunch and had a jolly time.  Photos are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So photogenic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some trinkets we picked up for our future establishment together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dland5018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/Dland5018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from taking this time to write a blog (why am I so addicted) I have accomplished a lot today to make up for my Dland time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I picked up my touchscreen for the June 3rd election (There's nothing that says "desperate for cash" than being a poll worker!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donated blood  and have now caught up to Chris at "Life Level 4" which is pretty rockin I dare say!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally got our food over to the Fallbrook Food Pantry that the postal worker did NOT pick up on our "Postal Food Drive Day" grr!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Gram, calmed her down from the scare of having to go to the doctor without me...then to realize that I could take her after all (Thanks boss!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not sure if I will get to planting the rest of my veggies today.  The blood bank said to avoid strenuous activity- but if walking up two flights of stairs after a donation didn't kill me, what will? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures- try not to laugh too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-3707262037250426211?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3707262037250426211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=3707262037250426211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3707262037250426211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/3707262037250426211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-2526004929221085470</id><published>2008-05-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:47:32.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Roundup</title><content type='html'>You know, I have had Western themes stuck in my head for the past couple days...anyone up for a good round of "Davey Crockett"  before I begin?  Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome weekend, if bragging is allowed.  Typically, most would not consider "Destination Fresno" to be a vacation, but for me it was.  I spent Friday driving up, catching up my hoardes of podcasts, and rockin' out to my collection of music, probably being reported to the CHP by my fellow motorists.  It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with mi familia, and we were either eating, eating and talking, or playing with the center of our universe that is baby Jennah.  My family let me share the spot with Jennah as they were super nice in feeding me, driving me to and fro, letting me sleep in and cooking for me....well, unless we were talking 'till three a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home last night, after the drive home and passed out until 9:30 this morning, where I decided to create my own version of a Ciesta, all day.  Life is good.  I have nothing on the agenda today and it feels good.  Chris and I are going to the zoo tomorrow, but for today we're going to lounge around the CLEAN house (the cleaning ladies are here today, woo hoo!) and play Wii.  Yes, we are that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some loose ends to tie up with my new school (Go cougars!), FAFSA, the June 3rd election, and my scholarship application, but other than that, it's going to be an easy day.  I hope Gram is in a better mood when I go to see her- we'll just hope on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, on to the pictures of my weekend.  I realize that there weren't any pictures of all of us together....if the slew of us with cameras weren't pointed at Jennah, chances were we didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FresFamily002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/FresFamily002.jpg" alt="Cool Hand Lukes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An embarassing picture of me at Cool Hand Luke's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FresFamily011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/FresFamily011.jpg" alt="Beans!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another....I love beans..emmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FresFamily013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/FresFamily013.jpg" alt="Baby Jennah" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One to make you Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FresFamily021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/FresFamily021.jpg" alt="Crawlin" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The center of the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, in short, I have the bestest family ever and I love them so!  Thank you family!  Now for a hard, long day of lounging in my pj's and playing video games in order to ignore my responsibilities...booyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v292/Shnuggas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FresFamily013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-2526004929221085470?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2526004929221085470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=2526004929221085470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2526004929221085470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/2526004929221085470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-roundup.html' title='The Weekend Roundup'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-535364073870763523</id><published>2008-05-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:15:17.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doneness</title><content type='html'>I like to make up words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was my final final at Palomar Community College.  I thought it would feel more special or something grand- but no...it was just a relief to be done with the semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a D in Philosophy.  I think the philosophy of my professor was "Life can suck, and I will make it suckier for you."  He didn't offer a study guide or review for the final- it was fair game for 23 chapters. I studied, but as predicted, I did not study what he was looking for.  Though I inquired several times throughout the semester about my grade, and emailed him about my situation with Gram, he really didn't seem to care too much.  He wasn't tracking my grade, and did not post grades online for me to keep track of.  He was probably the most apathetic of all my professors at that school.  Oh well, the class might not even transfer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did well in all my other classes as far as I know- so you know what? After a hellish month, and an over-booked semester, I will be happy with what I got because I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for Summer Break are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See family (in the works- tomorrow)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps have a party/fundraiser for my fall tuition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Dallas in July for MK Seminar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to crochet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my CSUSM inspired afghan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go through my closets and house, get rid of stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take YOGA again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Zoo (done on Tuesday!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paw through and knit from my 2 new awesome knitting books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow a gorgeous garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yep, not much of a plan, but still.  I'm really trying not to be vague with some of it, but I will fine tune it as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when I will do that fundraiser, I've been too tired to clean up the house and too broke for party supplies.  Luckily for me though, things seem to be turning around and hopefully I'll catch a breath and get something planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's oddly RAINING in my hometown and I am happy that I don't have to water my plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-535364073870763523?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/535364073870763523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=535364073870763523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/535364073870763523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/535364073870763523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/doneness.html' title='The Doneness'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4137163992443560505</id><published>2008-05-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:54:43.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winds are Dying Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SC0he9YLyDI/AAAAAAAAACE/u18pLeO8QVc/s1600-h/Summer+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SC0he9YLyDI/AAAAAAAAACE/u18pLeO8QVc/s400/Summer+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200849960438581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even begin to know how to describe the complexities of my life as of late.  During this last week, I came to find out, at the very last minute, that Grams' health insurance would no longer cover her stay at the Rehab/Nursing Home.  They wanted to entrust Gram with her own healthcare decisions, which I agree with, but she, nor the facility ever communicated with us those decisions.  Grams form of medical decisions? Not making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Wednesday, without insurance, it has been $190 a day.  I had to scramble this week to find a facility to take her for a reasonable fee- we couldn't bring her home for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1.)  She can't walk, especially up flights of stairs to her bedroom...plus, we don't even have the tools we need to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Having an in-home nurse come would cost about anywhere from $600-$720 a week (8 hrs. 5 days a week).  That would save us no money, and that wouldn't get her to-fro the dr.'s appts, food, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pseudo-reason Number Three:&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Quite frankly I was really scared about being soley responsible for her care 2 days a week, or more if dad thought he could save a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this happens during Finals Week.  Now, technically, my finals week is this coming week- but because some of my professors are cool, they wanted to wrap it up early (good thinking).  The rest of them, just wanted to squeeze one last test in before the final (asshats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was going to be my day to study for my three exams today, get some errands done, etc.  Instead, it was spent finding a place for Gram.  Today, I got up early, went to school, had to skip classes to study for others, but it all came out alright.  Needless to say, I came home pretty beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Friday, we are moving Gram out of the Center and to a place called Regency in Fallbrook.  I have a whole slew of worries with this.  I don't think she has even the strength to get in the car.  Dad is not much of a cheerleader.  Plus, we have to move some furniture into her new studio apartment at the Assisted Living Facility known as the Regency.  Of course, this couldn't have been done untill her physician at the Center in Vista filled out her medical evaluation.  Thank God, it was FINALLY faxed over this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew a fax could be so uplifting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how we will make it work tomorrow, but we'll have to.  Grams is an emotional rollercoaster ride...one day she wants to get better, the next she doesn't.  She gets tired and cries easily.  She goes from wanting to be a part of the family to not wanting to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also casually said she may have to use my college fund to pay her bills.  TAKE NICCOLAS FIRST- oops! Did I say that?  Why my sister still has a "college" fund is beyond me, I think Gram has kept it for bail money, I don't know.  Wow, that must have sounded harsh...oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, to be honest about the situation, I try to give my best to Gram.  I frequently have to lie and put on a happy face to try and help her do the same...I know she's 89, but let's see those pearly dentures once in awhile!  All I really want from her is to stop complaining about her "being a burden," and not act like my college fund is the first thing to go (SELL THE CATS!!) No indian-givers please.  Well, she hasn't technically, given it to me yet- but that was coming....or going.  Yeah, I'd have to say it's most likely going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to assure everyone I'm not signing up for some shifty student loans or selling body parts I don't necessarily "need" to live- I got a call today...I got a scholarship!  I don't know how much it is yet- but I think it's over $500.  Only 3 people got it, and I'm hoping it's going to keep me from crying at night and crackin' into my "paid on credit" pint of Chunky Monkey Ben n Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I say in my blog.  Lord.  Here's hoping for some commas on that check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I could be really discontent right now with the stress, but I think I'm past that point...I'm just really, really tired.  It's like, I'm done fighting the rip tide, and now- I'm floating out to sea.  I see this as my "Office Space" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel silly if I don't post pictures on my blogs- but I haven't really figured out how to post them as I like them.  Most likely they will end up at the beginning of this blog where they make no sense and confuse you until you reach this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well- I like pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pic was from the 4th of July 2007. She would kill me if she knew I put it up .....I'll take that risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4137163992443560505?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4137163992443560505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4137163992443560505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4137163992443560505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4137163992443560505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/winds-are-dying-down.html' title='The Winds are Dying Down...'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SC0he9YLyDI/AAAAAAAAACE/u18pLeO8QVc/s72-c/Summer+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-8161713967100570214</id><published>2008-05-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:10:41.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' Tall</title><content type='html'>So this is what I've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mary Kay unit got donations together for 80 gift boxes for Foster Moms at one of my favorite charities, Straight from the Heart.   Guess who got to make the presentations?  ME!  I ditched my Religious Studies class and drove across town to SFTH.  It felt awesome to make that donation, I took some pictures- and, I happened to run into my ex-boyfriend's former foster mom.  It was cool...nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXD_jwsvpI/AAAAAAAAABc/19J6otI84Zw/s1600-h/May08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXD_jwsvpI/AAAAAAAAABc/19J6otI84Zw/s320/May08+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776841567780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXEATwsvqI/AAAAAAAAABk/o7DIAx5z30w/s1600-h/May08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXEATwsvqI/AAAAAAAAABk/o7DIAx5z30w/s320/May08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776854452682402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXEBTwsvrI/AAAAAAAAABs/G3HyBH4D9D4/s1600-h/May08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXEBTwsvrI/AAAAAAAAABs/G3HyBH4D9D4/s320/May08+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198776871632551602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same day- I took a little trip across the freeway and got to visit my future Alma Mater-&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXIXjwsvtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lHIsiBpARX0/s1600-h/May08+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXIXjwsvtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lHIsiBpARX0/s400/May08+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198781651931152082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SU San Marcos.  I browsed around their TWO bookstores (wow, I'm easily impressed!) and found an awesome sweatshirt that was ON CLEARANCE!  I mean, as much as I would LOVE to pay the full $50, I got this gem for $30.  I would live in it if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be going to Mrs. Diem's Memorial today.  She passed away almost two months ago- but she was a friend to so many this was the only way to get us all together. PLUS, she was  a bargain hunter, and her hubby is a travel agent, so I'm sure they got a good rate. She will be lookin down on us, very happy.  I had to buy a blue dress (that was her color....and if you're familiar with IORG, the group I was in- you know the signifcance of our symbols and colors...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flyingfingers.com/shop/images/medium/__books/Stitch_N_Bitch__9780761128182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flyingfingers.com/shop/images/medium/__books/Stitch_N_Bitch__9780761128182.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;most awesomest book (oh ya, love my grammar!)- Stitch N Bitch.  I'm contemplating knitting a sweater.  For the record, I am NOT taking summer classes (why would I??) So I'm planning on just gardening, knitting, sifting through my neglected closets and pantry (How do you spell cubbard? Cubbord? I'm having a brain fart).  Ooh, and I'm desperate to start up Yoga again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Dallas for Mary Kay over my birthday in July.  I'm also thinking of planning a fundraiser to cover my $1,800 tuition, $250 parking permit, $500 books, and the $250 in various material fees I will have to cough up this August.  If I could just raise enough for the parking permit, I would be ever-so-gleeful.  I'm thinking it will be a Mary Kay fundraiser where I beg everyone I know to buy a lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not below anything I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially time to get ready and put on my bargain bin dress that is adorable by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**also to be noted, I've been listening to the "More Hip than Hippie" podcast and this episode covers Green Weddings.  I played it to Chris and he did nothing more than roll his eyes.  Yes kids, it's getting that bad.   2 Years in July- so ya.  I think I'll have another 2 years of hint dropping before he finally gets fed up and dumps me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-8161713967100570214?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8161713967100570214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=8161713967100570214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8161713967100570214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/8161713967100570214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/walkin-tall.html' title='Walkin&apos; Tall'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SCXD_jwsvpI/AAAAAAAAABc/19J6otI84Zw/s72-c/May08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-4139365102871261513</id><published>2008-05-02T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:48:39.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outgrowing Diapers</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking lately at the very awkward place I seem to be in now, known as the "20's."  I was visiting my doctor for a checkup, and he said I seem older than 21, and then the knitting in my handbag seemed to confirm that notion.  He also added I seem older than I am but I look like I'm 15.  Hmm, much to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years I've been working to not be another stupid 20-something who just parties and doesn't think about the future.  I suppose that I act very adult at times.  I live within my means (which isn't much), save all the pennies I can, work my butt off, apply for tons of scholarships, and work my butt off.  (Lather: Rinse: Repeat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm struggling with the notion of being stuck in limbo.  I have too much going for me to be young and dumb- nor can I afford those things that 20 crowd enjoys; booze, pointless electronics, clothes and entertainment.  I am frugal.  I have too much responsiblity to throw it to the wind and act my age I suppose.  I have spent the past few years taking care of gram as she gradually could do less and less for herself (the diapers only get BIGGER my friends), and with endless loads of laundry, dishes, healthy meals to cook and cleaning I feel like, well, I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there is a solid part of me that doesn't want to be stupid and young. I like eating healthy and saving for my future.  I feel like a slob if I don't at least make an effort to combat my bad habits in the house- but at the same time, it's so flippin' boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, I don't have all the shiny-good-things that come with being a full-fledged adult.  I have no marital status to brag about, no scrapbooks full of awesome adventures I've taken and having four cats does not nearly get you the same amount of admiration as a baby.  (You know, I'll just stick with the cats.)  My now, (former) roomate was not as cool as some yuppie from campus to hang out with and do that crazy college stuff, nor, was it a hubby.  It was Gram.  I have not gone on crazy college roadtrips, nor do I get to swoon with my female friends about my romantic honeymoon.  I get to talk to my best friend about what it's like to be a 20-something living with an 80-something.  Granted, I do love my Gram...but this is definietly NOT what I had pictured for this time in my life.  I suppose it just shows how stupid the dreams are of a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm feeling a bit out of place? Half of the people I know are living on campus somewhere, doing something cool, and the other half are settling in to domestic bliss with their newly vowed other halves.  I have my foot in both ponds and look extremely awkward doing so, and I really don't get to experience the cool parts of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm doing great stuff for my future, yadda yadda yadda.  I have two jobs that I work at, a 3.5 GPA, I'm going to CSU San Marcos this fall, I have been and will continue to apply for scholarships, I save every penny I can, I buy things of use for the home instead of designer handbags.  I have not pierced, tattooed or partied myself so hard that I have stunted my growth into adulthood- but yet, I feel so much like I'm sitting here watching paint dry.  In my mind, that paint is subdued and bland color beige, covering up the bright mural of color of what I thought was to be my crazy 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just sitting here watching it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21...why can't I just make up my mind on what life I want to lead?  Wow, after much deep though I think I'm going to SPLURGE at dollar tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splurge.....  Point taken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-4139365102871261513?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4139365102871261513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=4139365102871261513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4139365102871261513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/4139365102871261513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/outgrowing-diapers.html' title='Outgrowing Diapers'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778183156362987179.post-5451468072148266966</id><published>2008-04-29T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:57:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBftppn5DBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WfufEz-R7Vc/s1600-h/April08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBftppn5DBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WfufEz-R7Vc/s320/April08+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194881994998746130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBfs5Jn5C_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SshlRrpTkDs/s1600-h/April08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBfs5Jn5C_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SshlRrpTkDs/s320/April08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194881161775090674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBftpJn5DAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4hJ_dzo4Tww/s1600-h/April08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBftpJn5DAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4hJ_dzo4Tww/s320/April08+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194881986408811522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have finally done it and got a blog that isn't found on myspace.  I think it's about time I branch out from the mob of 14 year olds that have somehow found themselves on my friend list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things light- I will update my sofar nonexistant friends list and blogger companions with my current joys- knitting and gardening.  This is what I have going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBfsVpn5C-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZBVHMiqoVng/s1600-h/April08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBfsVpn5C-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZBVHMiqoVng/s320/April08+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194880551889734626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize my pictures on here are not nearly as cool as Beth and Andy's pictures of baby Jennah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No babies for me, just yarn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778183156362987179-5451468072148266966?l=wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5451468072148266966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3778183156362987179&amp;postID=5451468072148266966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5451468072148266966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778183156362987179/posts/default/5451468072148266966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofshannyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-begin.html' title='To begin'/><author><name>Shannyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13653937102518717316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SPYdtIGnDKI/AAAAAAAAANE/kLzOwAZCwYY/S220/orkids.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6u-4ZHrcmME/SBftppn5DBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WfufEz-R7Vc/s72-c/April08+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
