<?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-12364084</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:33:30.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of a tired grad student</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-113937774030462392</id><published>2006-02-08T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:49:00.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5 months behind. i know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never catch up.  But at least grad school work is fairly on schedule for a change! AND the Steelers won the Super Bowl! Be still my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a great break. I spent a week at home with my mother and grandmother... managed to see my best college girlfriends too! Then, a couple days after the old man shimmied down the chimney, Greg and I made our way (somehow) to Isla Mujeres. Crazy Mexico City tried to hold us back, but we broke through and had a great week on the island paradise. We were even so much safer on our way back because we had a hand carved Mayan medicine god from Chicken Pizza.  Maybe I'll post photos someday.... or maybe I'll just get a real website someday and put them there.  One day back in the city and I was off with grad school to Berlin for a week, and Munich for a week.  Nothing like my undergrad study abroad, and kicked in the butt with a healthy dose of the flu, I managed to find fun here and there.... and lots of beer yummy mustard. I even found my best friend from 2nd grade Erica with her husband and newborn in Munich! okay, i didn't randomly find them, but it was a great stroke of luck that we planned a day together and it all actually worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am playing set designer again for a great, funny, fun Irish comedy! I am also playing scenic paint assistant for the same gig.  Oh! and I get a huge backstage tour of things in DisneyWorld along with dinner and shows and meets and greets... I'm stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all uninteresting I suppose. But I never said it would be anything otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bed to bed. theatre calls soon. theatre theatre theatre..... less than 1.5 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-113937774030462392?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/113937774030462392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=113937774030462392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113937774030462392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113937774030462392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2006/02/25-months-behind-i-know.html' title='2.5 months behind. i know.'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-113372765609494446</id><published>2005-12-04T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:20:56.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>errrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. So we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; come home from Las Vegas.  Bachelorette-ing, navagating the city on my own, family time, meeting more friends, seeing the Wynn, wandering the strip with my camera, rehersal dinnering, wedding-ing, wal-marting for comfy clothes, losing $5.10 at video poker while wearing my new ugly sweatpants, and sleeping on the floor of the DFW airport in my new ugly sweatpants. A great trip. Wish it could have been longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to leave again for Indiana for Thanksgiving to meet all of Greg's extended family that would put armies of small nations to shame in size.  I did well even without my plan of labelled poloroids.   Another fun wedding too. It was all great. Culture shock for me coming from my family of 3.  The only problem was all the questions of, "So what are you going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; with your degree when you graduate?"  Hmmm. I'll let you know when I think of something that doesn't sound like a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing up this long and painful semester here. Too bad I don't care enough to make some of the decisions I have to make.  And Million Dollar Baby was not the movie to watch yesterday to cheer up my spirits :)   At least I had a box of brownie mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Carol FINALLY opened Friday night. After the huge push to save my professor's butt, I'm not sure all my projects were worth the huge effort we had to put into them. Everything was on stage for all of, oh, say, 10 seconds! My poor little Want and Ignorance dolls. I'll have to get photos of them for the portfolio at least. Turns out I'm a great scary baby maker. My prof even showed me a little appreciation and praise!!! In between making me feel bad for leaving for Thanksgiving, for leaving for Christmas, for asking if I could leave after working a 10 hour day for him out of my own kindness (ok, I didn't really have a choice, but it still wasn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoken&lt;/span&gt; requirement). GRRRRRR.  Can't wait for Christmas. and then I can't wait until summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my update of my pathetic little life. Only a couple weeks left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only the Steelers could win and the Colts would lose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-113372765609494446?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/113372765609494446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=113372765609494446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113372765609494446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113372765609494446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/12/errrrr.html' title='errrrr...'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-113098580834977860</id><published>2005-11-02T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:43:28.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And.....</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving town for a few days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Vegas tomorrow afternoon to join the wedding festivities! Congratulations Claudia and Brian :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-113098580834977860?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/113098580834977860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=113098580834977860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098580834977860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098580834977860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/11/and.html' title='And.....'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-113098552329142135</id><published>2005-11-02T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:38:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobo Excuse #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Model Building Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The project that's been eating my time and money since Labor Day...  At least my advisor said my marble was the *best* marble he'd *ever* seen.  He also told me I was crazy for cutting out my Victorian window corners and handpainting my flowers.  Cheers to having an old GT friend that works at an architectural modeling firm that was my lasercutting hookup for the stair rail :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos to prove my story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The photo I was building/guessing from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/source%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/source%20room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-113098552329142135?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/113098552329142135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=113098552329142135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098552329142135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098552329142135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/11/hobo-excuse-2.html' title='Hobo Excuse #2'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-113098414888955080</id><published>2005-11-02T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:41:42.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobo Excuse #1</title><content type='html'>Trojan Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a crazy experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is closing up this weekend, and on Monday we'll throw it all in the trash. Hopefully we'll be able to use a few things though. We had the post mortem today and everyone has very nice things to say to and about me. They also apologized for putting me in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos to prove my story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TW_finalDress009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TW_finalDress009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TW_secondDress160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TW_secondDress160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TW_secondDress001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TW_secondDress001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TW_finalDress082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TW_finalDress082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. I also did my own photography with my snazzy new digital SLR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-113098414888955080?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/113098414888955080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=113098414888955080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098414888955080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/113098414888955080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/11/hobo-excuse-1.html' title='Hobo Excuse #1'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112925804258578286</id><published>2005-10-13T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:47:22.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting. but praised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm sitting in rehearsal. On my ass. from 6:30-very very late every night now. Well, except for the 10 out of 12 on Saturday.  Watching this weird show. (I'll post photos when we take them). Still lots of work to be done, but everyone seems to really like it so far. At least the set... but of course I have &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; to see the newly added rape scene in my cage. Crazy I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lighting prof told me that my prof was bragging on me saying what great work I'm doing. Always nice to hear when you're busting your bootie. Can't wait til Christmas, but wish I had more time in between now and then to get everything finished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy fall break to all. Even though I don't get a break, at least I didn't have classes today and could spend the day wallowing in my bed, "thinking with my eyes closed" for hours on end. Back to work tomorrow. 1.5 weeks left to figure out and finish Guys and Dolls too! Woohooooo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took a break with Greg a few days ago to see 40 Year Old Virgin. Figured I'd add that in since really that was the point of this blog. Having a life and trying not to forget about that... and it was a really funny movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112925804258578286?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112925804258578286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112925804258578286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112925804258578286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112925804258578286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/10/sitting-but-praised.html' title='Sitting. but praised!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112840044326650801</id><published>2005-10-03T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:34:03.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Don't want to be stale. I'm too &lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; to be stale ;) I know what you're thinking. And you're right. I'm not, in fact, very funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired, as my title implies. Model building and dealing with crazy theatre people trying to get my uber-disturbing show on stage. CRAZY! But I know how to make food that looks like pulverized human flesh now... Always key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT! my model is looking hot. I hear rumors that my professor said mine was better than my cohort's... &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; not smiling ear to ear. Really, I'm not.... my facial muscles are tired like the rest of my body, but if I could I would be. Now if only I didn't have to finish it. I'll post pictures of it when it's complete to explain my absence from my ever-exciting blog and life in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have done a few real activities though - in keeping with my 'keep a life' goals. Greg and I joined the rest of the grad design kids in white water rafting down the Ocoee River. A few guys from Tech came up to K-town for the game Saturday and we all got to hang out at a local bar like the old days. Greg and I have managed to grab a few dinners out-- hopefully we'll be able to find more time as Trojan Women wraps up this month. I'm also looking forward to our next trip to Vegas the beginning of November :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And THAT my friends, is a post :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112840044326650801?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112840044326650801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112840044326650801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112840044326650801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112840044326650801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/10/fresh.html' title='fresh'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112674679065565043</id><published>2005-09-14T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:50:55.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>partay time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so I knew this neglectful thing would happen. grad school. humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics from this weekend's bash, themed knox-vegasly in honor of greg's arrival. tons of food, pink panty pulldown punch, theatre kids and engineers coming together in one apartment... who'da thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%20034.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%20028.jpg" width="161" 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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%20020.jpg" width="156" 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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%20016.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%200151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%200151.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%200151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%200241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%200241.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/TN%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/TN%20019.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112674679065565043?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112674679065565043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112674679065565043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112674679065565043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112674679065565043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/09/partay-time.html' title='partay time'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112603271265061553</id><published>2005-09-06T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:51:52.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you call your loverboy, version 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I call my loverboy on EST now! No more counting hours, stupidly late nights on off-peak Pacific time, or really the need for extended use of the phone at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's hoping i can learn to be uber-productive at a quick pace so grad school doesn't completely take over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112603271265061553?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112603271265061553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112603271265061553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112603271265061553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112603271265061553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-do-you-call-your-loverboy-version.html' title='how do you call your loverboy, version 2.0'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112553235438115951</id><published>2005-08-31T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:52:34.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching me a lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I leave for school yesterday, gas next to my apt is $2.49.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I come home, gas next to my apt is $2.69.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I leave for work today, gas is holding steady at $2.69.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I come home, gas next to my apt is $3.10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This, my good buddies, is trying to tell me to stop going to school! If I was a dog belonging to Pavlov, I'd have learned by now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112553235438115951?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112553235438115951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112553235438115951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112553235438115951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112553235438115951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/teaching-me-lesson.html' title='teaching me a lesson'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112545994382713809</id><published>2005-08-30T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:45:43.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8.5 hours remaining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trojan Women is due tomorrow morning finally. No more extensions. No more excuses. Nothing. I'll head to work at 7:30 to drop everything off and get a good solid day of nasty, stinky, dirty, hard work in the prop shop in - and then I can start my homework for real classes (of which I'm back down to 3!!). I'm stoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was told that my presentation handwriting and arrow-drawing skills weren't really up to par, so I'm practicing everything I write first to make sure it looks artsy enough. It's like kindergarten all over again. I'm supposed to practice my alphabet over and over again just as an exercise to make me better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for class... I'm designing a Harlem Renaissance/Motown version of Guys and Dolls. I'm super stoked! No more depressing German plays! Yipppppeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112545994382713809?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112545994382713809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112545994382713809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112545994382713809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112545994382713809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/85-hours-remaining.html' title='8.5 hours remaining!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112517396537110401</id><published>2005-08-27T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:31:02.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VIRGINATOR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsub.com/thebluedot/srv/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rsub.com/thebluedot/srv/images/srv_button.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet! Now I'm just waiting for my badge and my Virginator biorhythm microchip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my virginity looks like: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/3d31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/3d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a magic eye puzzle!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone know what it is though? duck head? anvil? sideways butterfly?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112517396537110401?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112517396537110401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112517396537110401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112517396537110401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112517396537110401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/virginator.html' title='THE VIRGINATOR!!!!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112450308560603627</id><published>2005-08-19T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:04:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you call your loverboy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baaaaby... ohhhh baaaaby..... my sweet baaaaby.... you're the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how many times do you think a girl (we'll leave out her name to protect the nutty) can watch Dirty Dancing? It always turns out the same, but I, errr, I mean &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody puts Alli in a corner...   &lt;/em&gt;errrrr, I mean.... oh forget it. I love Dirty Dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112450308560603627?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112450308560603627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112450308560603627&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112450308560603627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112450308560603627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-do-you-call-your-loverboy.html' title='How do you call your loverboy?'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112434988743207306</id><published>2005-08-18T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:25:41.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm not as funny as I find myself at 3:30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's nice when I make something that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; like, even if others (who shall remain nameless) find bones to pick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/RockWallSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/RockWallSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My rock wall paint sample!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112434988743207306?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112434988743207306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112434988743207306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112434988743207306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112434988743207306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-rock.html' title='I rock!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112431105591030291</id><published>2005-08-17T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:59:21.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to bed last night &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; 5am so that I could wake up &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;8am for a meeting about technical issues with my set. The meeting with everyone where they tell me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; what all I've done wrong so far is tomorrow. Spent 2 hours polishing brass fireplace tools in a hot, unventilated basement room (my new workspace for the semester). Left for a world in Hobby Lobby where the overweight woman buying $160 in cake baking/decorating supplies (who &lt;em&gt;kept&lt;/em&gt; exclaiming how her husband was going to KILL her!) in front of me in line had THREE unpriced items that they found SEPARATELY and had to send someone to go check prices....for a world in Home Depot where I have to park out in BFE only to not find what I want... for a world where the bank's line is OUT the door... oh, and I got a parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing a little bacardi and vanilla coke can't ease... bacardi and precision x-acto work.....hmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much to do, so many revisions to make... at least I dropped my figure drawing class so I'm down to a mere full time 9 hours of spirit-squelching fun. No looking at naked people for me.... at least not in class... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112431105591030291?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112431105591030291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112431105591030291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112431105591030291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112431105591030291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/gaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Gaaaaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112416572173760956</id><published>2005-08-15T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:15:21.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep in the Heart of Dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching Dharma and Greg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So they were pretending to be southern in a NY store just for kicks when Greg (the lawyer) met a judge that takes a liking to them for bringing back great memories of when he lived in Knoxville! They keep pretending and then include both sets of parents when the judge brings over Al Gore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have to learn phrases like 'mom-n-em' and the pronunciation of 'NawLens'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They walk around barefoot to be 'authentic' and talk about speaking with poor diction so as to sound more 'ignorant' (I think I should be offended)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They stand in the kitchen frantically trying to figure out what exactly 'sweet tea' (should it be hot or cold?? what kind of sweetener??) 'hush puppies,' and 'grits' are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have to learn songs to sing while fishing for catfish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then they close the show like the Beverly Hillbillies with a 'y'all come back now, ya hear?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure makes me proud to be a GRITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112416572173760956?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112416572173760956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112416572173760956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112416572173760956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112416572173760956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-in-heart-of-dixie.html' title='Deep in the Heart of Dixie'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112416490179474295</id><published>2005-08-15T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:01:41.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Terrible Towel!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steelers kick some Eagle Ass! Whooooooo! Bring on the regular season...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two touchdowns in the first 2:05... the Offense wasn't even involved! Whoooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112416490179474295?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112416490179474295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112416490179474295&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112416490179474295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112416490179474295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/wheres-my-terrible-towel.html' title='Where&apos;s my Terrible Towel!?!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112404759795878898</id><published>2005-08-14T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:26:37.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$4.48</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some nice person bought 25 cards with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/products/product/product.asp?product%5Fid=137782224182405373"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little margarita painting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on them for a total of $44.75!  That means I earned a whopping $4.48 in royalties!! I'm so excited!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody &lt;em&gt;likes&lt;/em&gt; me! Somebody &lt;em&gt;really, really&lt;/em&gt; likes me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112404759795878898?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112404759795878898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112404759795878898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112404759795878898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112404759795878898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/448.html' title='$4.48'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112382838165478039</id><published>2005-08-12T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:33:01.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Top II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all of you that have perhaps grown up with me in The South, or if you're curious about where a dear friend of yours is moving in The South, or if you are about to become a new resident of The South --- I've put together a few links that will help.  Now, I'm not proud of &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of them, but I'll do my best to be impartial. Some of the stories really made laugh because I know how true they are... Good reads either way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coastnews.com/bizarre/serpents/serpents.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not all about the serpents - very funny, and true, stories in the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewritersezine.com/t-zero/archives/2000-texts/2000-08-humor.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J. Pigg's Stink Bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dizzydragon.com/assorted38.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only a Southerner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazinghumor.com/jokes/redneckjokes/thingsyouwouldneverhearasouthernersay.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things you'd never hear a Southerner say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knoxville,_Tennessee"&gt;Nickname: Knox Vegas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope y'all all enjoyed this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112382838165478039?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112382838165478039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112382838165478039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112382838165478039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112382838165478039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/rocky-top-ii.html' title='Rocky Top II'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112381622749367678</id><published>2005-08-11T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:13:03.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling for photography opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any one have opinions on cameras? I need one for my photography class this fall, but wow, this is going to be expensive. Gripes, must haves, or rants of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wolfcamera.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10101&amp;catalogId=10001&amp;amp;amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;productId=13129502"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what has been recommended for me to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. with a 50mm lens with a f1.8 of course... and a couple 512MB cards... and a nice monopod... and all the other accessories that you need like a UV filter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112381622749367678?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112381622749367678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112381622749367678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112381622749367678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112381622749367678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/calling-for-photography-opinions.html' title='Calling for photography opinions'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112380952179542229</id><published>2005-08-11T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:18:41.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>will make you laugh out loud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.jengajam.com/unecessarycensorship.mov"&gt;Seriously :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112380952179542229?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112380952179542229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112380952179542229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380952179542229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380952179542229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-make-you-laugh-out-loud.html' title='will make you laugh out loud!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112380914856053532</id><published>2005-08-11T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:12:28.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T6nt5e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what the word Tontie looks like if you forget to change your keyboard back to the letter version...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow - sorry guys - couldn't get past level 9 on Tontie, but I still blame my lack of a keypad ;)  There were just too many little tellitubbies dancing and swinging things around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do know who has the Walleye pike though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112380914856053532?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112380914856053532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112380914856053532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380914856053532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380914856053532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/t6nt5e.html' title='T6nt5e'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112380752820217537</id><published>2005-08-11T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:08:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All moved back into my apartment in TN, though I'm using the term "moved in" loosely since my stuff is EVERYWHERE. Put my clothes and shoes away - even began a bag of things to take to the Salvation Army or Goodwill or whatever place we have nearby. Scrubbed the kitchen along with my bathtub which had grown the nastiest mold ever. But it's all better now. I even took my first bubble bath of the year late last night after hearing my neighbors either have a very violent argument or wildly passionate sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peered in the window of the empty apartment soon to inhabit Greg. I'll make the walk up the hill another day when I don't lock myself out of the apartment. Grocery shopped like a champ and saved over $45 with my Kroger Plus Card! Broke down and bought the cheese dip in a moment of weakness - but at least it's half gone, so I'll only have to worry about it one more day :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heading into the shop tomorrow--- yikes! Gotta get working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112380752820217537?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112380752820217537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112380752820217537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380752820217537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112380752820217537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/rocky-top.html' title='Rocky Top'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112321306552859237</id><published>2005-08-04T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:41:35.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All dressed up again, but this time I got to go out! Met Scott, Ryan, Justin, and Derek for beers and then a &lt;em&gt;very nice&lt;/em&gt; dinner. It's been a hell of a summer, and I was often given strange jobs in my role of Jill-of-all-trades...digging up plants along side a highway, hiking through the woods looking for cypress trees around a lake, picking ticks off of me one by one in the Jamestown woods, organizing and sorting the entire project budget, finding a taxidermist that would freeze dry silkworms... but I'm going to miss this place and these people. Ryan said that I'm the only one that ever gets "going away dinners." I figured I should just come and go more often because those are the &lt;em&gt;fancy&lt;/em&gt; nights :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe this could be it for me and this city. Not that I'm so attached, but still. This was my first real job last time I worked here - my first real time functioning fully on my own. Lonely, but it's a great feeling to know you can take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of taking care of myself, mom's coming down tomorrow to help me move my apartment back up to Georgia. Then it's back to Tennessee in about a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112321306552859237?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112321306552859237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112321306552859237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112321306552859237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112321306552859237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/kinda-sad_04.html' title='kinda sad'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112317492393808653</id><published>2005-08-04T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:02:03.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even hotter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/GrowV3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/400/GrowV3.jpg" 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/12364084-112317492393808653?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112317492393808653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112317492393808653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112317492393808653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112317492393808653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/even-hotter.html' title='Even hotter!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112310206519271066</id><published>2005-08-03T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:51:03.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gotta love thai fortunes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/400/fortune.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not even a fortune!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112310206519271066?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112310206519271066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112310206519271066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112310206519271066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112310206519271066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/fortune.html' title='fortune'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112310106809732535</id><published>2005-08-03T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:31:08.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pj's already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stood up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, Stubby's, with all the project managers and the boss. I'll believe it at 6:30pm when I'm not sitting in a bar alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, I'm finishing the mudslides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112310106809732535?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112310106809732535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112310106809732535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112310106809732535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112310106809732535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/pjs-already.html' title='pj&apos;s already'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112308791417806190</id><published>2005-08-03T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:52:37.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go josie go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Struggled this morning getting out of bed until The Outfield came on and kicked my butt into gear. Gave me the wiggles all the way to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's so lucky, being on a vacation far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at work... probably my last day officially AT themeworks ever, though the blow is softened by the fact that I get to stay on for the run of this Jamestown gig. I'm the official Tennessee ThemeWorks Consultant. But I had to turn in my hard hat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112308791417806190?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112308791417806190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112308791417806190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112308791417806190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112308791417806190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-josie-go.html' title='go josie go'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112302954503959281</id><published>2005-08-02T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:23:44.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not drunk but feeling hungover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So dinner w/ TWI peeps did in fact get moved to tomorrow, but Ryan took me to eat thai food. I just got a 3 hour lecture on how I should not take next summer off.... on how I should just pick a city and find all the places I want to work there.... on how I need to start building informal relationships with all these companies, starting with the secretaries...on how I should just go to said city where I can stay with a friend for a couple weeks and just show up at the places I've been talking to offering to just help out here and there.... for &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt;. He even told me it'd be more fun than painting, building furniture, and working on my own portfolio. Why, oh why, did I decide to go into such an illusive field where I have to strategize, struggle, and beg my way in? So much for starting in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112302954503959281?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112302954503959281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112302954503959281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112302954503959281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112302954503959281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-drunk-but-feeling-hungover.html' title='not drunk but feeling hungover'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112299622898384244</id><published>2005-08-02T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:40:07.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-1.5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semi-premeditatively overslept. I've even been semi-intentionally productive today too. All dressed up because we're all allegedly going out to say goodbye to me tonight, but so far no one has mentioned it. Hopefully I won't be all dressed up with no where to go. I'm supposed to get drunk and be fed for free damn it! Justin did bring me a beer that he brewed himself. A refreshing summer stout. mmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112299622898384244?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112299622898384244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112299622898384244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112299622898384244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112299622898384244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/t-15-days.html' title='T-1.5 days'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112291121529199898</id><published>2005-08-01T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:46:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Zapper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/Grow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/400/Grow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah. I'm hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112291121529199898?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112291121529199898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112291121529199898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112291121529199898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112291121529199898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/dragon-zapper.html' title='Dragon Zapper!'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112290962896992796</id><published>2005-08-01T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:20:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-3 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been at work for over 3 hours already. Let's see, I've redesigned my website, but so far it's just on paper. Perhaps I'll get some images ready this week while I'm sitting here. Too bad I can't bring my painting work in :)  I showed Justin my miniature blood stained tile and explained my plans of having bloody hand prints smeared around doorways like people had tried not to go through the door, but were forced... and he said it was scary, and that I was starting to worry him.... perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest though, this morning when I woke up and realized that I had been in my pj's for 32 straight hours, I was worried a little myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112290962896992796?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112290962896992796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112290962896992796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112290962896992796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112290962896992796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/08/t-3-days.html' title='T-3 days'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112278160134329655</id><published>2005-07-30T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:10:45.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I’ve been trying to figure out what #1 should be since now everyone will know that’s the first thing I thought about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I’m a good southern girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. It’s Coke. Whatever it is, it’s Coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I say things like “y’all” and elongate my i's in words like “why”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. If I concentrate on it, I can get rid my accent except for the y’alls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I love good peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I don’t like collard greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I like THE Black Eyed Peas more than actual black eyed peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. I don’t like THE black eyed peas nearly as much as, say, Josh Joplin, Gin Blossoms, Guster, Vertical Horizon, Matchbox Twenty of the Yourself or Someone Like You era…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. These are all bands on my current playlist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I can eat an entire container of Cool Whip in one sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I used to make jello to go with my cool whip, but then I stopped pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. I can also eat an entire container of Tostitos Salsa con Queso in one sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I can also eat an entire box of Kraft macaroni and cheese in one sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. And I Love brownies, especially ones with walnuts in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. I am probably skinnier than I deserve to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I can’t run very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. The underside of my tongue hurts when I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. I know that’s strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. My sports bras are like miniature medieval fortresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. I always look at the clock when it’s 6:17 am and pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. In the last year and a half I have lived for at least 2.5 months in 4 different states &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. I worked at a summer camp in NW Michigan last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. I’m finishing my second summer at ThemeWorks in north central Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. I helped finish the installation of a big new roller coaster in Tampa for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. I wore a hard hat and steel toe boots and carried heavy things around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. I am helping to manage a big new exhibit for Jamestown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. I want to be a dancer in music videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. I Love dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. I want to have an art room when I grow up that I can be all artistic in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Perhaps a darkroom too so I can take photography back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. I want to have a wood shop too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. I worked as a carpenter last year as my assistantship for grad school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. I get excited when I see my name in the playbills under: Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. I love the Pittsburgh Steelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. I chased down Jerome Bettis in the airport once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. I was a ‘sorority girl’ in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. ‘Sorority girls’ are different at Georgia Tech than other schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. My mom is my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. I’m an only child of an only child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. My grandmother is the only other person I know of in my family with red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. It turns out I had 12 different teddy bears growing up, but I thought it was only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. My parents split up when I was 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. I was star student of my elementary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. I was star student of my middle school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. I was star student of my high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. I was valedictorian and most likely to succeed too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. I was captain of the varsity math team and Clayton Co. math champion my senior year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. I’m a National Merit Scholar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. I used to mime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;51. I was a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52. Clowning still remains my highest paying job to date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;53. I was captain of the marching band color guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;54. Some might say that I was a big nerd growing up ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;55. Ok, I’ll remain a nerd forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;56. I cling to the fact that I played varsity tennis for 3 years in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;57. To be honest, I wasn’t even that good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;58. I’ve never watched a Star Wars movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;59. I’ve never seen any Lord of the Rings either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;60. I know that I should at least watch the later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;61. I lived with Elizabeth for all 4 years of undergrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;62. We were random roommates put together freshman year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;63. I had the most amazing and impressive friends at Tech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;64. I miss being at GT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;65. Most everyone has left Atlanta now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;66. I was a bridesmaid twice last summer in the span of 8 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;67. I almost got to wear the same dress for both weddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;68. I’m a bit obsessive about plucking my eyebrows sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;69. This is strange because you can’t even see my eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;70. I won the Georgia Tech Greek Week apple bobbing contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;71. I collected 8 apples in 60 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;72. …blindfolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;73. …with my hands tied behind my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;74. I started college wanting to be an automotive designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;75. I finished college wanting to be a themed entertainment designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;76. Now I think it would be pretty cool to do event design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;77. or bar/restaurant/nightclub design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;78. I met my boyfriend on a trip to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;79. I paid a stripper to rub her breasts on my boyfriend’s face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;80. His roommates bought me a lap dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;81. The TV show Las Vegas is one of my favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;82. Josh Duhamel is on my top 5 list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;83. Greg’s moving to Knoxville very soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;84. We haven’t even known each other a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;85. I’m very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;86. Over Christmas break we tried to go skiing in California but there was too much snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;87. That was the first time I’d ever heard of that being a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;88. I love to ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;89. I ski through the trees and pretend that I’m good enough to do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;90. I prefer moguls to speedy trails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;91. I love making snow angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;92. I’m allergic to the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;93. I miss my freckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;94. I tried laying in a tanning bed to “toughen up my skin”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;95. It didn’t work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;96. I love beaches at sunset during the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;97. Really, I love all water at sunset, especially during the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;98. Guinness is my favorite beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;99. I’m Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;100. I’m also Scottish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;101. I went to Scotland three times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;102. I’ve waded in Loch Ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;103. I’ve slept on the street in downtown Edinburgh… in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;104. I’ve been to the highland games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;105. I worked in an orphanage in Saratov, Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;106. I got to go back to Moscow on my study abroad trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;107. We also went to Budapest, Vienna, Prague, Munich, Venice, Padova, Florence, Rome, and Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;108. I studied at Worcester College of Oxford University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;109. I just finished my scrapbook from that summer this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;110. I’m too much of a perfectionist in my scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;111. Someday I hope to be caught up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;112. I’ve had three gold Saturn sedans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;113. My next car should not be a gold Saturn sedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;114. I have too many shoes even though I know that’s impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;115. I love unique jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;116. I love unique clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;117. I love dressing like the designer that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;118. I’m designing my first mainstage show right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;119. I think I’ve done a pretty good job if I do say so myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;120. Whoa, I was adding things up towards the top and didn’t even realize I was over 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;121. I have a really lame social life down here in Florida this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;122. As you can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Addendum: The bottoms of my feet peel sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112278160134329655?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112278160134329655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112278160134329655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112278160134329655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112278160134329655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112277835205864734</id><published>2005-07-30T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:54:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an even wilder night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/200/drinks.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday has proven to be even more wild and crazy than I could have anticipated. I painted miniature tile for several hours after my tire rotation. In between coats I took some artistic liberties in recreating some prints I saw for sale at Bed Bath &amp; Beyond this morning. I miss doing things like this. It makes me more excited about the idea of taking next summer off and painting, visiting friends, getting a head start on my thesis, sleeping, exercising perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exercise. Drum roll. I did some today! Our apartment gym is now open after massive renovation/updating. It was so nice that I was inspired to cardio. 30 minutes of eliptical told me I went 6.0. It didnt' say what units though. I know it can't be miles so I'm going to go with kilometers.... and that is approximately 3.7282271534240037 miles (I just did that in my head so pardon my rounding to only the 16th decimal place). And then I was thinking that if I'm going to be taking my bike back to TN with me in the fall I need to start toughening up my crotch so I biked for 20 minutes more. My lungs and heart are confused and my crotch is &lt;em&gt;mad!&lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112277835205864734?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112277835205864734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112277835205864734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112277835205864734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112277835205864734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/even-wilder-night.html' title='an even wilder night'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112275784831743379</id><published>2005-07-30T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:44:37.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I make the big bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/shucks%20ringer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/400/shucks%20ringer2.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All that talk yesterday about gambling while bored at work led me to think a thought in my head that was really quite humorous. at least to me. So to go along with my girls weekend shirt that no one wants, I made another shirt with my clever image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had such an exhilirating Friday night with no internet access that I played with the hues and made several different color variations! wooooo! You can catch them all on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.zazzle.com/link.asp?associate_id=238904180273843990&amp;redirect=contributor&amp;contributor_id=238904180273843990"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zazzle gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... in high resolution and big enough to actually see. Don't worry, I know how cool I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought funky new shoes today, but it didn't feel like I bought them because the cashier gave me $8.75 to take them out of the store. I love store credits. They're very artsy and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112275784831743379?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112275784831743379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112275784831743379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112275784831743379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112275784831743379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-i-make-big-bucks.html' title='Why I make the big bucks'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112266462042599540</id><published>2005-07-29T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:17:00.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;never gamble. Turns out I'm not phased out yet. Turns out I'm going to stay on as a part-time employee from a distance. I'm going to help finish up this props mess as we get answers - in all my free time these next few months. I won't have to source anything though, just keep up the relationships I have built with Jamestown and the vendors... not a bad gig as far as I can predict, but I'm certainly not going to put money on it. Plus, it pays more than babysitting in Knoxville, and I won't even have to leave my apartment. And I got invited to the installations in November and March-ish. It's nice to feel so needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112266462042599540?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112266462042599540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112266462042599540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112266462042599540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112266462042599540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/wrong-again.html' title='Wrong again.'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112264914120748303</id><published>2005-07-29T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:11:43.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why I only play $2 blackjack and $1 craps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple days ago when I put my money on only 4 more days of work, I was wrong. Turns out my last day will be Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scott just came it my office to ask me, and he said that they'll all have to take me out, get me drunk, and have at least another day in the office with me to tease me. Apparently Monday night isn't convenient for everyone, so we're all going out Tuesday night, which means I have to come to work on Wednesday. Still though, I ran out of things to do about a week ago. My candy stash is running low too, since I was rationing with Tuesday in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/1600/beachorbust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1629/451/320/beachorbust.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps I'll design more shirts. I entered my gallery under the category "dabblers" unsure of what that was really, but I knew I didn't fit in any other category entirely. I figured: "I'm just &lt;em&gt;dabbling&lt;/em&gt; in this shirt design thing." But then, it made me chose what age group of dabblers I wanted to be in. So now, I'm an "adult dabbler" and that just makes me feel a little dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112264914120748303?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112264914120748303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112264914120748303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112264914120748303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112264914120748303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-i-only-play-2-blackjack-and-1.html' title='why I only play $2 blackjack and $1 craps'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112256036936416904</id><published>2005-07-28T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:21:55.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>candy stash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To preface: TWI asked tootsie roll to print old labels for us for an exhibit. They did this for free. Then, they sent us a HUGE box of candy. How great are they?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, all the candy is gone except for the neon pink hard bubble gum that no one really likes anyway.... except for my secret stash! I was teased when I walked out of Ryan's office with a shirt-full of goodies (Tootsie Roll actually makes a lot of candy you wouldn't expect), but now, I'M the one laughing. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding on my desk behind my binder of English street scene references. I'm so sneaky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112256036936416904?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112256036936416904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112256036936416904&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112256036936416904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112256036936416904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/candy-stash.html' title='candy stash'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112251895294432617</id><published>2005-07-27T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:49:12.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did my Trojan Women research/drafting at TWI out of lack of real work to do.  Cut out flying for good. And got an &lt;em&gt;extension&lt;/em&gt; on when I have to get my drawings done since I no longer have to get them printed and sent myself! Oh! and decided I want to be a fancy event planner when I grow up for the free fun stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually did some crunches and stretches while watching t.v.... though those just tried to counteract the massive quantity of egg noodles I consumed. Maybe I'll even get to be sore tomorrow - not in the "I am getting old and breaking down" kind of way too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4-5 more days at work.... though since I've officially lost access to the server, I'm no longer on the Jamestown email list, and I'm not being given new projects to work on, I'd put money on the 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112251895294432617?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112251895294432617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112251895294432617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112251895294432617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112251895294432617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/backwards-day.html' title='Backwards day'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112234945717066729</id><published>2005-07-25T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:44:17.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upside: My slow cooker chicken thighs, shredded and stuffed into tortillas with pinto beans, black olives, and sour cream were SO good. I even just now realized that I should have added cheese. Anyhow they look promising for the next day or two - and if they fail, I have buns and BBQ sauce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Downside: I was so looking forward ALL DAY to seeing an episode of Las Vegas tonight that I had never seen. NBC, however, forgot to turn on their sound all night, so I couldn't watch it (you know how muted TV makes me nervous).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upside: Showing on TBS opposite the muted Las Vegas was an episode of Friends that, believe it or not folks, I had never seen before! The 3rd episode ever - The One with the Thumb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And THAT my good buddies is what I call my silver lining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Oh! Another Upside! My yahoo radio station has this album called "Motown Remixed" that I rated a 4 immediately... the songs on it are so FUN and I keep hearing new ones! Jackson 5 is jammin' right now w/ I Want You Back to a funky beat....funky enough that I want to get up and dance more than usual, but not too funky that it's all DJ and scratchy like late night Saturday night radio stations (though those can be fun too sometimes)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112234945717066729?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112234945717066729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112234945717066729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112234945717066729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112234945717066729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/sides.html' title='Sides'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112224291955014823</id><published>2005-07-24T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:09:13.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cooking for one really sucks since you want to make enough to make the recipe work/worth it, but then you're stuck with the same meal for days on end. Usually, day one, I think the meal is stellar and I'm proud of myself. My excitement usually declines steadily until day 3 when I'm not excited at all (pretty quick, I know). But I push through. Day 4 is painful, and I usually throw away the last serving because it makes me ill to think about eating it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed, however, to make it through an entire dish... I think the solution, and I hope it applies across the board, is adding lots of ground pepper, garlic salt, and melted cheese! :-) I actually think my doctored version was better than the original! I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to try and figure out how to use what food I already own to make my meals for the next 2 weeks... looks like I'll be eating some interesting concoctions - unless anyone has a great idea of what to do with 2 jars of pickles... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112224291955014823?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112224291955014823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112224291955014823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112224291955014823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112224291955014823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112224251077037627</id><published>2005-07-24T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:01:50.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christyn is living in G'ville for at least a few days, which means I have a friend! We went out grand last night shelling out the dough for incredible sushi (the Godzilla roll had cream cheese eyes!), pineapple sake, and service worthy of the 'young and trendy' crowd of which we were now a part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we turned geeky like only GT girls can do - played with the awesome ringers on her new phone until I picked out one for me.... NFL on NBC came in a close second to the winner: Under the Sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We met up with Ryan, Mike, Zach, etc. at 8 Seconds - the redneck bar which despite its name and theme (and the fact that it's &lt;em&gt;painted like a giant cow &lt;/em&gt;on the outside) has no mechanical bull. Kinda crazy that this was my first time out all summer since 2 years ago that was all I did. I also worked out ALL the time before, so I guess I'm going for opposite all around. It was fun, but we got tired before closing so headed home - most everyone else was drunk beyond function too. Taking off my shoes and crawling in bed felt so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112224251077037627?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112224251077037627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112224251077037627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112224251077037627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112224251077037627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/deja-vu-2003.html' title='Deja vu 2003'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112203804624297613</id><published>2005-07-22T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:03:54.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I’m still working my way through Titus – it’s just so good! And listening to Julie Taymor just makes me want to keep it longer and watch it normally again… too bad Greg might want his 3rd movie back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night I turned it on it was so nice, I fell asleep watching it around 9:30pm so I just headed straight to bed. I needed the sleep anyway. The next evening I was to hear from my director finally, but alas, still no word. So there I was, uninspired to work, so I watched more movie. I had forgotten it was 3 hours long! The NEXT evening I DID hear from Veronika and she loved all the work that I had done. It was so great – she agreed with all my changes and cuts that I made. The rest is easy right? So now I’m plugging away at CAD, but happily now. Taking my time, not stressing out, eating coolwhip because it tastes good, not because I need a fix. Life is good. I’m going to finish this beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I had something interesting to do at work for the next 7.5 hours… maybe a transformer will blow up again like yesterday. That was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112203804624297613?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112203804624297613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112203804624297613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112203804624297613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112203804624297613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/titus.html' title='Titus'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112179315715055266</id><published>2005-07-19T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:12:37.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/IMG_1069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/320/IMG_1069.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the trip outside our hotel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112179315715055266?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112179315715055266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112179315715055266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112179315715055266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112179315715055266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-end-of-trip-outside-our-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112179311226497227</id><published>2005-07-19T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:11:52.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/IMG_1063.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/320/IMG_1063.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at Wet Willies - I got a brain freeze in the middle of the shot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112179311226497227?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112179311226497227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112179311226497227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112179311226497227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112179311226497227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/dancing-at-wet-willies-i-got-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112178926051173299</id><published>2005-07-19T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:16:25.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our girls' weekend at the beach was a HUGE success. I left work early, and Christyn came to pick me up with the intention of leaving for Tybee right away... Distractions ensued and we left a few hours later. There was celebrating, drinking, eating, sunning, ice cream and praline eating, beach walking, Irish pubs, Wet Willies (of the bar/dance club variety!), dancing, and tons of laughter. I love those girls. Makes me miss GT times so much.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see photos to be posted separately...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greg said we should have a girls' weekend once a month, but perhaps once or twice a year will have to suffice. Back to work and work - though it looks like Trojan Women might be finding some resolution in the near future. At least I got an extension for my final deadline since I've been playing by the rules. I'm happy about that. In celebration of this good fortune - tonight I'm watching the director's cut of Titus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112178926051173299?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112178926051173299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112178926051173299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112178926051173299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112178926051173299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-ive-been-missing.html' title='What I&apos;ve been missing'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112143791637552834</id><published>2005-07-15T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:35:47.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I’m a grad student in set design at the University of Tenn. I already have a degree from Georgia Tech in Industrial Design. I’m a glutton for punishment. I knew from undergrad that this would be very time intensive adventure, but I have to say it’s more than I expected. One year down, two to go –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in Florida working an 8-5 job doing design/fabrication management work. In all my spare time I am designing my first mainstage show ever for UT – designs are due in less than 2 weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful, yet design-distracted 2 week visit from my ever-patient boyfriend Greg, I realize that I don’t want to spend the next two years knowing that I’m constantly being neglectful of my friends, my loved ones, and myself. He’s moving across the country to end this 3-time zone separation ordeal and I want to learn how to enjoy my time now that I won’t have the excuse, “well, I have nothing better to do…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting fresh this weekend: me and 8 of my closest girlfriends from GT are taking a trip to Tybee Island. We are taking 2 cars, have rented 2 hotel rooms (like there’ll be any sleeping!), and are bringing 2 blenders. These girls are coming from around the country – D.C., Texas, Wisconsin, Florida, Atlanta, England sort of…. It’s great how everyone is making such an effort to spend time with each other. I haven’t seen some of these girls in over a year. I can’t wait! In short, I have TONS of work to get done and a fast approaching deadline, but I made a commitment a long time ago to meet my girlfriends, and I am not going to give up this chance to see them. I will do my best to forget about Trojan Women and concentrate on these wonderful girls who love me just like I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112143791637552834?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112143791637552834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112143791637552834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112143791637552834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112143791637552834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-plans.html' title='Starting plans'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12364084.post-112138203922822245</id><published>2005-07-14T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:00:36.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement of Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To prevent my professional/scholastic life from squashing my spirit, my relationships, my happiness, and my wellbeing. Hopefully in the process I can reconcile my worlds into one life that can live in peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12364084-112138203922822245?l=allisononederland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/feeds/112138203922822245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12364084&amp;postID=112138203922822245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112138203922822245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12364084/posts/default/112138203922822245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisononederland.blogspot.com/2005/07/statement-of-purpose.html' title='Statement of Purpose'/><author><name>allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325315091681304827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/6892/640/rooster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
