<?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-32307064</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:07.246-07:00</updated><category term='bobby'/><category term='drama'/><category term='day 1'/><category term='i&apos;m the biggest loser'/><category term='depressions'/><category term='random'/><category term='psychosis'/><category term='boys'/><category term='day 2'/><category term='holidailies'/><category term='451 press'/><category term='depression'/><category term='100 things'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>ad astra per aspera - starbound through tribulation</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily musings from a young, depressed, anxious, divorcee. Wow, that makes me sound like someone you'd want to get to know, huh?

I try to write daily about my struggles and the joys that I have &amp; what I learn throughout it all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-1519003362155388509</id><published>2006-12-15T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:38:52.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='451 press'/><title type='text'>Moving Sites</title><content type='html'>I am no longer going to be posting here ... I have been offered a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paying&lt;/span&gt; gig &lt;a href="http://www.mental-emotionalhealth.com/"&gt;here at my own site&lt;/a&gt; and would love to see the rest of you over there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-1519003362155388509?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/1519003362155388509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=1519003362155388509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/1519003362155388509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/1519003362155388509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/moving-sites.html' title='Moving Sites'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-6404525709664761544</id><published>2006-12-14T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:10:10.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Trying This Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;I listen to a lot of podcasts at work. I wish there were more podcasts about mental health &amp;amp; HIV/AIDS as those are things I truly want to learn more about.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I know how to post from work, but since I have a signature on my work email I may have to look into making this go away! *growls again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will get easier ... I'll MAKE it easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-6404525709664761544?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/6404525709664761544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=6404525709664761544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6404525709664761544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6404525709664761544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/trying-this-again.html' title='Trying This Again'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-610618824894196649</id><published>2006-12-14T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:01:31.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tried</title><content type='html'>I tried to remote post through my email to Blogger and it didn't work. &lt;br /&gt;I want it to work! *growls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-610618824894196649?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/610618824894196649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=610618824894196649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/610618824894196649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/610618824894196649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/tried.html' title='Tried'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-3750132025567128746</id><published>2006-12-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:42:51.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Things I do</title><content type='html'>My depression is here ... it's been around for years ... but normally I'm able to make it go away or be "okay" enough to ignore it to be my "normal" self, but lately it's been so pervasive that I'm pushing responsibilities, and pretty soon it'll be people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to volunteer tonight,  but I "called in" and let G know that I wouldn't be coming in, that I just wasn't feeling so great (which isn't a lie, at all) and she knows part of what's going on (the perks of volunteering at an out reach center full of counselors) so she understood. I feel awful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken the trash out in a week (although it's just me, and I don't make that much trash) and I am having company this weekend; it's cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having company this weekend, three of my best friends are coming for cookie-baking, but I don't want them to ... I want to mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a "family letter" to write for my Christmas cards, just letting them know that, "yes, I'm single again," because word of mouth is NOT working for my family in this case (normally gossip spreads like wildfire in my family) and that has me dreading actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I physically hurt; my head hurts (thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster there has been only one migraine this month, though), my back hurts (it has hurt every day since getting out of inpt), my intestines hate me and my extremities are always cold. I am asking Scuba Steve (new psych doc) to have my thyroid tested because if my thyroid &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; out of whack it would explain most of things "wrong" with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job ... I have been looking at &amp; applying to new jobs within my hospital for about a month now, but the depression has me just hating my job ... hating work ... hating having to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well since switching from Zoloft to Prozac. GG (psychiatric nurse practitioner) says that Prozac is activating neurons in my brain that have been asleep for a while, but it's getting past that point to me. A friend (who I am about &lt;--theeeeese--&gt; close to calling a &lt;i&gt;close&lt;/i&gt; friend, because of all she knows about my situation) has warned me about the DX of bipolar + Prozac and so I'm being hyper-aware of how my body &amp; brain is changing; which I think has added to my anxiety ... which then adds to my anxiety ... and then it all starts over again. I've done a little more reading on cyclomythia/cyclomytic disorder and I could be dealing with that as well ... my highs are lows aren't as strong as they would be if I were bipolar, but I'm sure that Scuba Steve will have something to say about this stuff tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-3750132025567128746?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/3750132025567128746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=3750132025567128746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3750132025567128746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3750132025567128746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-i-do.html' title='Things I do'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-8804687047850649467</id><published>2006-12-08T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:33:36.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Didn't help!</title><content type='html'>Making dinner didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;However, going with Lexi to the mall, where I used a gift card to buy a new bra and laughed at all the weirdos freaking out about Christmas shopping, did make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home and she left to go out drinking with her friend ... and left me home alone with her brother. I like him just fine but I'm depressed and can't exactly talk to him about things.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do the dishes and then clean my room; depression + mania = cleaning Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-8804687047850649467?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/8804687047850649467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=8804687047850649467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/8804687047850649467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/8804687047850649467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/didnt-help.html' title='Didn&apos;t help!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-7535929557996017117</id><published>2006-12-08T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:18:48.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressions'/><title type='text'>Things Depression Does</title><content type='html'>Depression has made me forget my love of cooking. &lt;br /&gt;I took this afternoon off to just be by myself and so I'm cooking my roommate and her brother dinner. It isn't really picking me up like I thought it would, but maybe when they taste it, I'll feel great about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied to write at &lt;a href="http://www.451press.com/about/"&gt;451 Press&lt;/a&gt; specifically about my mental health and depression issues. I am thinking that it truly would help me to get things out of my own head and onto my generation's form of paper. We'll see what they think about the things I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The switch from Zoloft to Prozac hasn't been easy ... I've been on it for five days now and am starting to experience &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain_shiver"&gt;Brain Shivers&lt;/a&gt; from going cold turkey off my Zoloft. I'm doing it just like Dr. D told me to, and I specifically asked him "is this going to cause me any strange side effects?" because I've had these shivers before and I really don't like them ... at all. He told me that because I'm picking right up on teh Prozac it wouldn't be so severe; and while I've had these shivers worse, I still am not enjoying the feelings. Dr. D is out of the office until next Tuesday (and I see him on Wednesday) and so I have a message in for him, but we'll just make it through the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes at a time. That's all I have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-7535929557996017117?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/7535929557996017117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=7535929557996017117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7535929557996017117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7535929557996017117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-depression-does.html' title='Things Depression Does'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-3414477622261156988</id><published>2006-12-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:27:50.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Well eff you then!</title><content type='html'>My gosh people are insane.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;certifiably&lt;/span&gt; insane, but some people are just not normal. They are rude, lying, self-centered bastardinas (female bastard). I hate those people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-3414477622261156988?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/3414477622261156988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=3414477622261156988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3414477622261156988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3414477622261156988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-eff-you-then.html' title='Well eff you then!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-4939984940492918573</id><published>2006-12-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:07:10.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Realization</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I will be spending Christmas day/night alone this year. I have to work on the 26th and can't take it of (not enough coverage &amp; I'm too low on the totem pole) and so I really can't go anywhere. When I realized this, I burst into tears and then it turned into sobbing. I cried; Kleenex died. I called my friend S and told her about my sudden depression and why it occured and she immediately invited me to her husband's family's Christmas dinner. I don't know them, but I do know S &amp; B (and they were the ones who helped check me into the inpatient ward) so there is one option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned this to Bobby he told me I could come with him to his mom and/or dad's and he'd be sure to have me home before I had to work on the 26th. He offered me gas money in case that was a concern, and it made me cry even harder because he's not supposed to be nice; maybe this divorce would be easier if we hated one another. I doubt it really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, though, need to cry like I did. My body was wracked with sobs and I was pretty much dripping with snot. I still have been pushing away the grief of my divorce, the stress of moving out, the fear of moving on, the decision to spend some time in the inpatient psychiatric ward and everything else that has been going on. I finally let some of it out this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll at least not be alone on Christmas now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-4939984940492918573?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/4939984940492918573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=4939984940492918573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/4939984940492918573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/4939984940492918573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-realization.html' title='Sad Realization'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-7636227943881552875</id><published>2006-12-05T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:42:03.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychosis'/><title type='text'>No one even noticed!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to some heavy-duty love from S &amp; her husband B, and from my wonderful roommate, I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: I voluntarily checked myself into an inpatient psychiatric ward on Sunday morning to make a medication switch and going back to a psychiatrist starting next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-7636227943881552875?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/7636227943881552875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=7636227943881552875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7636227943881552875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7636227943881552875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-one-even-noticed.html' title='No one even noticed!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-758135430027330218</id><published>2006-12-02T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:42:12.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobby'/><title type='text'>peeing helps</title><content type='html'>I hate being single ... I'm so used to always being in a relationship and I hate being single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-758135430027330218?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/758135430027330218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=758135430027330218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/758135430027330218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/758135430027330218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/peeing-helps.html' title='peeing helps'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-3539432081492406133</id><published>2006-12-02T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:27:53.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 2'/><title type='text'>Holidailies Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Things To Do Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish cleaning off my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;post here&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make soup for dinner&lt;br /&gt;grocery shop&lt;br /&gt;cross-stitch 1 skein of Sara's gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday - why do I feel like I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to be doing something super-productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm having coffee with Bobby, then will be productive for a bit (maybe?) and then meeting Sara for a bit to go to Nordstrom's customer appreciation night thing. That shall be fun - Sara and I always have a lot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2006-12-02: "Appreciating the smallest things" by The Visible Woman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What small things do I appreciate?&lt;br /&gt;www.cuteoverload.com daily&lt;br /&gt;provolone cheese&lt;br /&gt;a full tank of gas&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;clean laundry&lt;br /&gt;a smile from a stranger&lt;br /&gt;my roommate and I laugh our asses off together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-3539432081492406133?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/3539432081492406133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=3539432081492406133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3539432081492406133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3539432081492406133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidailies-day-2.html' title='Holidailies Day #2'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-7756791862970172227</id><published>2006-12-01T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:32:24.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 1'/><title type='text'>Day 1; Holidailies Begins</title><content type='html'>2006-12-01: "Introduce yourself and your website to Holidailies readers." by Jette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm Sarah *waits for everyone to say 'hisarah' in monotone voices*&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my mid-twenties, separated from my husband and 10-days shy of divorce proceedings being final. Absolutely amicable split-up and we're still best friends, but that's it for us. Most days I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;I love to read, to write, to do work puzzles and play online. I have a taste for pomegranates, candy, green vegetables and alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog ... and I didn't use to write much here ... but I'm hoping that Holidailies inspires me to do so. I plan on using the daily prompts to keep me going. We'll see if it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-7756791862970172227?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/7756791862970172227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=7756791862970172227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7756791862970172227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7756791862970172227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-1-holidailies-begins.html' title='Day 1; Holidailies Begins'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-3328933695711232380</id><published>2006-11-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:33:32.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidailies'/><title type='text'>I did what?</title><content type='html'>I joined &lt;a href="http://holidailies.org/"&gt;Holidalies&lt;/a&gt; and am going to make a goal to write once a day between 12/1 and 1/1. Dayum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to find things to write about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-3328933695711232380?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/3328933695711232380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=3328933695711232380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3328933695711232380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3328933695711232380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-did-what.html' title='I did what?'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-8610611788657066706</id><published>2006-11-29T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:29:26.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My toes are like fish sticks!</title><content type='html'>It's freezing in Portland but I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sick; again. I have a fever but am resting and taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was nice. Very nice. Lots to talk about there; but no motivation to actually write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took lots of pictures but have to wait until I can get the cord or a memory card reader to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a couple of good books while gone. &lt;b&gt;Diana&lt;/b&gt;, the Anderson Cooper book was great. I definately recommend it, babe! I also read &lt;u&gt;Wrapped in Blue&lt;/u&gt; by Donna Rose and that was an amazing read. She is a transvestite and the book documents her struggles in life to get where she wants to be. Good reads ladies and gent; good reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my hole in the wall work tomorrow. I hate my job but I kick ass at it and will stick with it until I know more. 2 jobs didn't want me, but that's okay because I have to schedule two more interviews and applied to seven more jobs last night. :) Eventually I will find the right place for me; utnil then I will just stick with what I know how to do and do the greatest job with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off work today; went to pick out my new glasses and had fun with that. I got a pair of NineWest glasses that have a magnet in them so that I can put sunglass covers on them; and they are CUTE, not the crazy 80's type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sarahlibelle/pic/001yhadr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had my teeth cleaned; I have pretty teeth, and then came home to rest. I spent a while at www.ThinkGeek.com and bought three small Christmas presents for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sarahlibelle/pic/001yk0tt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghonnorhea for Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sarahlibelle/pic/001yqk56"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh eating bacteria for Lexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sarahlibelle/pic/001yppy9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann &amp; her cube for Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Eileen's, my mom's &amp; sister's stuff prepped; making them some return address labels with women who looks like them on 'em. I think they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I must warm up though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-8610611788657066706?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/8610611788657066706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=8610611788657066706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/8610611788657066706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/8610611788657066706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-toes-are-like-fish-sticks.html' title='My toes are like fish sticks!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-1837004362181962746</id><published>2006-11-26T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:17:32.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school wasn't this bad</title><content type='html'>It's days like today that make me hate MySpace. I make my own stomach churn reading it. I have issues ... and while it's nice to at least know that I have them, I should just ignore MySpace because it's just a dumb popularity contest; it's not a space to watch other people's lives ... lives I am missing out on ... lives that I was pushed out of. A while back I deleted my MySpace account so that I wouldn't do just what I'm doing now; then I missed seeing my friends on there and reading their nice comments so I made a new account ... and now I'm back to my old MySpace habits and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in SanBernadino until Tuesday morning and while I am thoroughly enjoying myself, the comfort of my own space is missed. I love my friend and her husband to death ... would do anything for them ... but it's just not "home" here. I think I definately have a vacation time "limit" that my body knows but my brain won't follow. I have trouble remembering that when I schedule vacations, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think today will be an emotional day ... and I miss Bobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-1837004362181962746?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/1837004362181962746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=1837004362181962746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/1837004362181962746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/1837004362181962746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/high-school-wasnt-this-bad.html' title='high school wasn&apos;t this bad'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-4375433772295442271</id><published>2006-11-18T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:41:44.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>Thank you NoirBettie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.noirbettie.com/blog"&gt;NoirBettie&lt;/a&gt; has inspired me. Let us begin the 100 Things About Me postages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My name is Sarah Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;2. Growing up I wanted to change my name to Julie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Now I think that was a dumb idea.&lt;br /&gt;4. As an adult I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; almost change my name ... to Elizabeth. &lt;br /&gt;5. I always wanted a name you could shorten - and Sarah --&gt; Sar doesn't just cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Right now, I don't want to change my name.&lt;br /&gt;7. I was born on May 29th.&lt;br /&gt;8. Growing up, I had myself convinced that everything is closed on my birthday because of ME!&lt;br /&gt;9. My parents let me believe that.&lt;br /&gt;10. I never had to go to school on my birthday and now I don't have to work on my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;11. This is still a cool fact to me.&lt;br /&gt;12. My parents and I are not close. &lt;br /&gt;13. I love them,  but I don't particularly like them very much.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a younger sister; 4-years-younger, and I love her, but I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;15. Some days I wish we were close ... like she were my best friend ... but most days I don't (and don't care).&lt;br /&gt;16. I am the only person in my immediate family who has never been arrested and to jail.&lt;br /&gt;17. Because of #16 I frequently refer to myself as the WHITE sheep of the family.&lt;br /&gt;18. I graduated from Oregon State University in 2004 with a BA in German.&lt;br /&gt;19. I haven't used my degree in about a month ... it's been that long since I read or wrote anything in German.&lt;br /&gt;20. I started out as a pre-pharmacy major and hated the program so I picked up my minor as my major.&lt;br /&gt;21. I love German and don't regret getting a degree in something pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;22. I am going to graduate school in public health though.&lt;br /&gt;23. I want to do international HIV/AIDS education &amp; prevention.&lt;br /&gt;24. My first boyfriend is gay and HIV+; this breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;25. My last boyfriend and I are divorced now. &lt;br /&gt;26. In less than 30 days it could be final; and the courts recognize me as the petitioner.&lt;br /&gt;27. I don't care; I know he is the true petitioner of our divorce.&lt;br /&gt;28. I love the boy, but he has a lot of growing up to do and I am not &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; love with him.&lt;br /&gt;29. I live with the coolest roommate I've ever had; Lexi. &lt;br /&gt;30. She and I talk all the time, about everything.&lt;br /&gt;31. We can't do homework in the same room together because we just talk and talk and talk through it.&lt;br /&gt;32. She likes a drink now &amp; then and so do I, so I no longer feel "guilty" if I have a drink with my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;33. I have a friend now as well as a roommate; this warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;34. Although I had myself convinced I wasn't; I am a true romantic.&lt;br /&gt;35. I want flowers, candles, sweetness and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;36. But when I want my space, I want that respected too.&lt;br /&gt;37. If I ever remarry, the man will do everything; he will know what kind of ring I want, he will understand that I want a down-on-one-knee kind of thing, and he will be all mushy about it.&lt;br /&gt;38. #37 will be even better if he surprises me when he does it.&lt;br /&gt;39. I won't marry him until we can afford to pay for our own wedding; no one else will have "input" on our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;40. It scares me to write this, but I think I'm almost ready to date.&lt;br /&gt;41. I am incrediby picky though ... and I've never really &lt;i&gt;dated&lt;/i&gt; I think I know what I want in a guy.&lt;br /&gt;42. THINK is the operative word in #40.&lt;br /&gt;43. If I ever have a baby girl, her name will be Helena (he-LAY-na) after my hero; Gramma K ... whose name is Helen. &lt;br /&gt;44. If I had a baby boy, his name, either first or middle would be Jakob, after my Grampa K.&lt;br /&gt;45. I love my mom's parents more than I love any other adult in this world.&lt;br /&gt;46. Gramma K is really sick (late stage emphysema, colo-rectal cancer and the early stages of dementia) and it breaks my heart to see her like this. I will be a wreck when she dies; but I have been preparing myself for it for years already.&lt;br /&gt;47. I am looking for a new job within the hospital I work for. &lt;br /&gt;48. My manager hates me, I don't like her, and it's the first time in my life I've ever not gotten along with a boss.&lt;br /&gt;49. I had two interviews yesterday and both went well. I'd love either job, but one more than the other. I have another interview next week.&lt;br /&gt;50. I like college football a lot; especially the PAC 10 games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-4375433772295442271?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/4375433772295442271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=4375433772295442271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/4375433772295442271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/4375433772295442271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-noirbettie.html' title='Thank you NoirBettie'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-7404254177658422717</id><published>2006-11-18T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:33:09.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look - I can post!!</title><content type='html'>I found the neatest link this morning: &lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/multiply"&gt;Multiply large numbers only with LINES&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interviews went REMARKABLY well and I'll know by WEDNESDAY of next week. I could give 2-weeks-notice in less than a week. *pees a little bit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to surfing and thinks &lt;i&gt;I'll update later&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I like this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sarahlibelle/pic/001yg84t"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-7404254177658422717?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/7404254177658422717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=7404254177658422717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7404254177658422717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7404254177658422717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-i-can-post.html' title='Look - I can post!!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-3965078176318456047</id><published>2006-11-15T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:43:40.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apolgies</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;A LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots has been going on in my life and I'm (once again) having to stand up for myself and scream to be heard. At least someone is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out of the house I used to live in ... that roommate got all weird on me ... so now I live with another girl my age and I love it. We hang out all the time and were fast friends in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed divorce papers last week ... the final papers went to the courthouse yesterday ... they are out of my hands now. I had to file them because he was SO slow in taking care of them. It is done now though ... I'll just have to wait to hear back from the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Uhm, I'm looking for a new job. My current boss is treating me like junk so I'm moving on. I have two interviews within my hospital scheduled and am already looking forward to them. :  ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will make me write more here. I have a LiveJournal and write there ... but I can't seem to just copy &amp; paste things from there to here. Maybe I'll move the bookmark to the LJ bookmark and that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my statistics course. It's good. I'm glad I took it and am glad that it's almost done. I have grad school applications (for a Master's in Public Health) due in February and am working on those. School is fun stuff. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-3965078176318456047?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/3965078176318456047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=3965078176318456047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3965078176318456047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/3965078176318456047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/11/apolgies.html' title='Apolgies'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-6415440882976963938</id><published>2006-09-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:13:02.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m the biggest loser'/><title type='text'>Twice in one day?</title><content type='html'>So, I lost almost 20 pounds right after Bobby dropped the bomb on our marriage - and from what I can tell about my body - not by numbers on the scale - I've gained most of it, if not all of it, back. I didn't want to gain it back ... but I'm seeing myself turn to food for comfort. I don't want to do that, and so as of October 1st, food is not going to be a comfort tool for me. I am going to lose the weight again, and do it healthfully and like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that throw wrenches in this plan though. I no longer have a gym membership (much too poor now) and since I'm so broke, food choices &amp; grocery shopping has to be really planned &amp; calculated. I've never had to do that stuff before - and am nervous about it. Any hints? Tips? Tricks? HELP! For those who don't know, I don't eat red meat (at home) and don't like fish much. I like a lot of vegetables, but not a lot of fruit, but know that I need to really really REALLY incorporate both into a diet for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without the gym membership, I've become lazy. I walk about a mile a day to the bus, to work, to the bus and to home, but that's not going to be enough. I can continue to just wander around my neighborhood, but when the weather gets nasty, am I stuck inside? I think I get FitTV in all my millions of channels so I'll have to check that out, too. Maybe that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin has been trying to eat my face from the inside out and I hate it. It makes me feel absolutely ugly and so I've been doing better about remembering to wash my face before I go to bed and remembering to keep my hands OFF my face. I am seeing my doctor on 10/3 and so I'll probably voice this face concern with her to see if she knows of anything I can eat, or not eat, to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous, but now that I'm single ... and eventually DO want to date again ... I need to look and feel my best to do so. I'm done with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-6415440882976963938?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/6415440882976963938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=6415440882976963938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6415440882976963938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6415440882976963938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/twice-in-one-day.html' title='Twice in one day?'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-6249938986740221428</id><published>2006-09-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:06:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that sonny? I can't hear you!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be one of those 80 year old grammas who wears here 3-inch thick tri-focals AND uses a magnifying class to read her books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my annual eye/contact exam this aternoon and my eyes, have, once again, gotten worse. I first started wearing glasses as a freshman in college. The next year I switched to contacts because I was wearing my glasses more and more ... and now I wear my contacts 12 hours a day. Last year my eyes had deteriorated (my left eye moreso than my right) and this year was no different. When I got home I put on my new contact lenses to see if they work - and DAAAAAAAYUM! I can see again! My TV is CLEAR again! My laptop screen is a bit blurry because my eyes haven't adjusted to the new strength of these eyes, but Dr. K said that it would get better. :) Anyway - I can see again - it's a miracle!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having good &amp; bad days lately - both physical health-wise and mental/emotional health-wise. I'm still concentrating on five minutes at a time and still surviving so that's good. I'm also relatively happy in it all, too. I had to tell Dr. K today that Bobby and I were divorcing (she knows him because he volunteered &amp; job-shadowed her at one point) and she felt worse hearing it than I did telling her. I guess that is a good sign though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;I will do this.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* anyone who can tell me which movie that line is from, you get 47.5 imaginary points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-6249938986740221428?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/6249938986740221428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=6249938986740221428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6249938986740221428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6249938986740221428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-that-sonny-i-cant-hear-you.html' title='What&apos;s that sonny? I can&apos;t hear you!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-2264035289780934019</id><published>2006-09-16T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T07:40:24.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Are you cleared to know this?</title><content type='html'>HI! I haven't been talking very much ... to anyone. It's been a rough week for me. Two months ago this week Bobby told me he was leaving me; and even without knowing the exact date things happened, my body, my psyche, my heart knows. Bobby has been incredibly kind and lvoing towards me during all of this, and I think it's partly because he's having a hard time, too; which makes me feel a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my plans have been good so far, and I'm sure they'll get better as I go along. Last night Bobby and I had dinner at my house, then we went to Anna Banana's for coffee and we took our laptops and putzed around online. He told me he needed to study, but ended up playing online instead - it was actually quite nice to just sit with him and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;. After I got home I watched two episodes of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/span&gt; and layed in bed talking to a friend through text messages. Today I'm meeting up with a friend (whose wedding I took photographs of three weeks ago ... and I still need to pick up those pictures!) for some window shopping (Ann Taylor Loft!!!) and lunch (California Pizza Kitchen finally made it's way to Portland!). Then I'm picking up some dinner food from the house and driving out to another friend's house to hang out with him. We've talked about hiking, or bowling, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to do laundry, pick up my room a bit (I love living in just a ROOM right now ... so little to clean!) and mentally preparing myself for a new week at work. There's been a bit of drama there, and so I may need a couple of hours to prepare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-2264035289780934019?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/2264035289780934019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=2264035289780934019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/2264035289780934019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/2264035289780934019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-you-cleared-to-know-this.html' title='Are you cleared to know this?'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-6682483742932167419</id><published>2006-09-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:45:01.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>all i want to say</title><content type='html'>boys are skeezy shit slime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except 1&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-6682483742932167419?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/6682483742932167419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=6682483742932167419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6682483742932167419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/6682483742932167419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-i-want-to-say.html' title='all i want to say'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-7464274830136235806</id><published>2006-09-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:20:10.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Check it Out!!</title><content type='html'>Not only did I change the layout a bit, I added a BlogRoll and changed up my profile, too! Now to find something to tell you all about! Or maybe to get a few readers first!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-7464274830136235806?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/7464274830136235806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=7464274830136235806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7464274830136235806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/7464274830136235806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out!!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115790930862154023</id><published>2006-09-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:28:28.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't write enough here ... give me prompts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/1600/1152726351vnvnhgn-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/200/1152726351vnvnhgn-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pictures like this- from The Daily Kitten - that make me want a kitty so badly. Bobby took my Max with him because I couldn't, but as soon as I live alone, I will be getting a kitty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I'd like to get a orange female kitty with extra toes, but since most orange kitties are males, I'll have to think about that. However, then I have to think about boy NAMES for a kitty ... which would take some brain power that I wasn't anticipating. However, since I'm pretty sure it'll be a while before I live alone, I have some time to think of a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:30pm and I've essentially done nothing all day. I was up before 9am and have been playing online most of the day. Actually, I did do some laundry. I'm sure the stuff in the dryer is calling my name at this point and needs to be folded, but that requires getting up and doing just that. I don't mind doing laundry, but I sure as heck, for some strange reason, mind folding it and putting it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won 24Yankee candles on eBay for $12. I'm happy with that being cheap and getting a high quality. Now I just have to hope they dont' get melty in the mail! That would be nasty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please ask me questions so I know what to talk about here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-115790930862154023?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115790930862154023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115790930862154023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115790930862154023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115790930862154023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-write-enough-here-give-me.html' title='I don&apos;t write enough here ... give me prompts!'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115558831703044739</id><published>2006-08-14T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:45:17.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flagrantdisregard.com/flickr/hockney.php"&gt;http://www.flagrantdisregard.com/flickr/hockney.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cool site that will put your pictures into this format, so I had to do some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it handled the one of me - that my eyes are in one shot and my nose and mouth are in another. I also am happy that you can't see my wedding ring &amp; bands in it. This was taken in May - when I thought things were a-okay. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite picture of myself, ever, and so I was really pleased with it. I may do something within my profile with the shot, or I may play with the number of polaroids they use to see what differences I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/hockney7263041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/hockney7263041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Bobby and I ... even now. I especially love that there are SO many fragmented little pieces in this big set ... as things really are now. This is a really old picture (September of last year, I think?) and the trip holds so many good memories for me; I think it always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am all about the photograph sharing today, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115558831703044739?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115558831703044739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115558831703044739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115558831703044739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115558831703044739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115558756809814745</id><published>2006-08-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:32:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I'm Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/left.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I so badly want a print of this Kurt Halsey picture. I can't find it anywhere but his site still, but I just want a cheap print of it for now so that I can take it down and pass it on to someone else who needs it when I'm done with it. Any help would be appreciated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115558756809814745?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115558756809814745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115558756809814745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115558756809814745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115558756809814745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-im-feeling.html' title='How I&apos;m Feeling'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115500504618707038</id><published>2006-08-07T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:44:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Amusin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgoOihBb78w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgoOihBb78w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard that I had tears in my eyes. I appreciate my friends finding stuff like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-115500504618707038?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115500504618707038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115500504618707038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115500504618707038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115500504618707038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/highly-amusin.html' title='Highly Amusin'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115492064740214654</id><published>2006-08-06T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:17:27.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view into the back yard. There is a lawnchair out there now because a friend of the roommates was sunbathing. It was good day to do so, too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is some of the "gardening" spot I hope to develop. It would be really neat to have a little spot to play in the dirt that would be all mine. We'll see if we can make that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the full back yard ... there are multiple lawn chairs AND a hammock. I haven't laid in it yet, but I will soon enough!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115492064740214654?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115492064740214654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115492064740214654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492064740214654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492064740214654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-view-into-back-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115492047666809327</id><published>2006-08-06T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:14:36.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This here is the view of the living room from the front door. You can see the chair, and the large TV there as well. I like it. I don't much care for the rug, but it's there. *shrug* What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to "explore" the little knick-knacks that are on the shelf up there ... I haven't done that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is my new spot. Jenn sat on this thing and so she knows how it feels ... COMFORTABLE. The porch swing is surrounded on two sides by vines, one side by the front window of the house, and then it's open to the porch. I sat out there tonight eating my dinner and just BEING. It was really nice and I think you'll probably be able to find me out there if I'm not curled up on my bed!&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;This is Booker. He's a llasa apso/poodle mix. He barks at anyone who shows up at the house, but once you come inside, he's great. He's a lover, not a biter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the back porch and the hot tub. Right now the tub is actually full of COLD water, which is nice on a hot day. You can kinda sorta see into the backyard here, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115492047666809327?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115492047666809327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115492047666809327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492047666809327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492047666809327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-here-is-view-of-living-room-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115492015192550199</id><published>2006-08-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:09:11.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other side of the bathroom. I have two glass shelves and I will probably put pictures on one of them and "stuff" on the other. We'll see. For now, my roommates stuf sits on it. :)&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is my corner in the study. I may soon have a steel and glass "corner" desk that I'll put there so that I can craft in a certain spot. We'll see ... if not I hope to move a chair in so that I have another places to just sit and BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is the kitchen and dining room if viewed from the hallway. The floor&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pattern cracks me up and I really like it. There is plenty of storage in here, and although it's a bit cluttered, I'll make due with what I can change. : )&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;This is the living room view from the hallway. It's painted a sagey green and calming. The chair AND couch are super-comfortable and I would have no problem relaxing out there. There is also a woodburning fireplace inside that we actually get to USE during the cold month! I like fire. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115492015192550199?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115492015192550199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115492015192550199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492015192550199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115492015192550199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-other-side-of-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115491981570568769</id><published>2006-08-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:03:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  monster sized closet. My clothes AND jackets take up 1/4 of the space - and I am going to have fun putting things into the rest of it all. I'm going to be storing a lot of things here. There is a huge backpack that fits on the little (like 8" tall) shelf at the top, and I think that I might be able to get one of my under-the-bed boxes up there. There are two rods, and so I have plenty of room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there are plenty of RANDOM things inside the closet, including three "tupperware" things of randomosity and boxes of things that have yet to be unpacked. I know there is a bike helmet and a fleece scarf in that CICLON box there, though! ; )&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my other window. Outside of it is a huge bamboo plant, but it still allows air to come in. It's nice to have it there because it creates shade, adds some random color to the room and it makes me feel peaceful. I started burning a candle already in it (Yankee's buttercream) and my room smells marvelous already. You can also see the beautiful rose tea-tray that my friend Megan made me (tiled mosaic) for my bridal shower. It made me cry because it's just gorgeous. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a fishbowl in this picture ... because I'm going to get a fish. I'm going to get a red Betta fish ... and I already have his name picked out. Get ready for this ... you know how weird I am ... and I'm going name my RED Betta fish Stalin. *hehehehe* I'm insane like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also kinda see my "Dance Me To The End of Love" picture (Jack Vettriano) that one of my bridesmaids gave me for our wedding gift. I love it, and so it moved with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I'm sitting right now! I have a trundle bed (there's another twin underneath the one on top) and you can even see my lap desk and my laptop along with my blue wallet, my favorite little yellow (chenille) pillow that my best friend's (and Maid of Honor) mom made me for high school graduation. Underneath that pillow is my bear Barneby. Bobby got that bear for me once when I was incredibly sick. I had the flu and was really angry that I couldn't serve Thanksgiving dinner at the homeless shelter and so on his way home from serving he stopped and bought me Barneby. B has been hiding in a box since I moved in with Bobby, as it was kinda weird to sleep with him AND Bobby, but now that it's just me, I get Barneby back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little bathroom. The purple towels are mine, and eventually I will have the rest of my stuff put up, but I want to check with the roommate before I take any of her stuff down - even though she told me that I could. I'm strangely polite like that sometimes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115491981570568769?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115491981570568769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115491981570568769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491981570568769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491981570568769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-monster-sized-closet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115491926096247068</id><published>2006-08-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:54:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4059.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is my room, it's a total mess since I just moved in, but eventually I will have it spotless like I like it. For now I'm actually sitting on that daybed in the corner RELAXING and keeping myself together. It's a nice feeling.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4060.jpg" 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;This is what you would see if you turned directly right when you enter the door. There is a 5 1/2 foot tall shelving unit in the corner with the TV and the DVD player on it. On top of the hope chest is a few boxes and the cable box. We have to call the company to get them to hook it all up so that I have "the wand" and can watch the million-zillion channels we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see the second window in my room. Eventually I hope to make either polka-dot or checkered drapes/curtains for them, as I think that would make things look even more fun in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the burgandy wall in the room. It looks a bit washed out in this picture,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  but it really is a pretty color. It's what I based a lot of my room decorating ideas on. The bulletin board has been "stored" in the office of the old apartment for years. I've not had it up in a VERY long time. It has pictures on it (two) from my Senior year of high school (SIX years ago! eek) and a picture of my mom &amp; aunt on a cruise. There is also a funny card from my best friend, a picture she drew me, a photograph of young Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and a fun bumper sticker that says; "I'm not weird, I'm special" and it so applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope chest - which is what the big box &amp; the cable box are sitting on is full of books. I have a book shelf, but I want to paint it before I put my books on it, so they're "hiding" for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is directly in front of my door. My dresser, that eventually I hope to refinish and p&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/640/DSCN4062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/3529/320/DSCN4062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aint or what not. It matches the wood that is in the room, but I'd like it to be a COLOR rather than woodgrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside those drawers is a HUGE mess of BLECH that I cannot wait to empty out and REDO! I'm weird like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/32307064-115491926096247068?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115491926096247068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115491926096247068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491926096247068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491926096247068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-room-its-total-mess-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32307064.post-115491773268257975</id><published>2006-08-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:28:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In and Moving On</title><content type='html'>I'm in my new house for the first night, and I'm not crying like I thought I would be.&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures, am editing them and will be posting them soon for anyone who cares!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32307064-115491773268257975?l=chorraum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/feeds/115491773268257975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32307064&amp;postID=115491773268257975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491773268257975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32307064/posts/default/115491773268257975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chorraum.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-in-and-moving-on.html' title='Moving In and Moving On'/><author><name>Sarah Gee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585117523670121757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
