<?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-2570438137763882526</id><updated>2012-02-08T21:20:48.258-05:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='randomness'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='day 5...my definition of love'/><category term='day 4...what I ate today'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Year in retrospect'/><category term='day 22...something that upsets me'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='movies'/><category term='day 23...something that makes me feel better'/><category term='day 3...my parents'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='song'/><category term='day 14...what I wore today'/><category term='day 19...something I regret'/><category term='day 18...my favorite birthday'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Betrayal'/><category term='FAT'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='day 21...another moment'/><category term='day 10...what I wore today'/><category term='family'/><category term='day 12...whats in my bag'/><category term='writings'/><category term='Overwhelming decisions'/><category term='Mama'/><category term='Work'/><category term='day 9...my beliefs'/><category term='day 8...a moment'/><category term='day 6...My day'/><category term='day 17...my favorite memory'/><category term='day 16...my first kiss'/><category term='day 28...something I miss'/><category term='day 11...my siblings'/><category term='update'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='women'/><category term='day 7...my best friend'/><category term='blog challenge'/><category term='day 13...this week'/><category term='day 30...one last moment'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='None'/><category term='day 25...A first'/><category term='Graduate Degree'/><category term='Introduction.'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='music'/><category term='molding'/><category term='day 15...my dreams'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='day 26...my fears'/><category term='Life'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Physician&apos;s Assistant'/><category term='day 20...this month'/><category term='day 2...my first love'/><category term='day 24...something that makes me cry'/><category term='frienship'/><category term='day 27...my favorite place'/><category term='food'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='day 1...Introducing ME'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='Worry'/><category term='candy'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>The Evolution of Wandanomics</title><subtitle type='html'>What is Wandanomics?  The wonderings of my mind, heart and soul, which will all be spelled out here in one way or another.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-1356226187105047721</id><published>2012-02-06T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:49:27.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year in retrospect'/><title type='text'>The Longest Blog Post Ever Written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Last time I wrote was a few days after I turned 35, I am now 36 and so much has happened in only a year. I've learned and I've grown and I am definitely a better person for it. &amp;nbsp;The highlight of 2010 had to be my daughter's &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super Sweet 16&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Masquerade party! &amp;nbsp;It took many long months planning and lots of dollars spent, but it was all worth it in the end. &amp;nbsp;My favorite picture of the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168384_492115532120_561402120_6372872_1651309_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In true &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIVA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fashion, which was coincidentally the song she made her Grand Entrance on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It started out rocky and I wasn't sure she had a good time, but the note she wrote me as a thank you when it was all over literally made me cry. &amp;nbsp;More pictures and the event as it went down can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.eventective.com/eventsites/rajaneessweet16/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas seemed to go by so fast, as I was still tired from the party just merely a week before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168438_492640332120_561402120_6384494_3055219_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;All four of "my" babies! &amp;nbsp;Its tradition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;...but that didn't stop me from having the best time bringing in 2011! &amp;nbsp;On the Detroit Princess with my beautiful sissy by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165141_492644577120_561402120_6384712_3377161_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Isn't she lovely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/162883_492644947120_561402120_6384730_4330389_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We closed down the dance floor (literally). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167320_492645212120_561402120_6384740_1787901_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A long awaited and much anticipated life change happened on March 7, 2011 when I got my first real &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;FULL TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; position with Wayne State University, after having worked there over 13 years. &amp;nbsp;I never realized how much it meant to me until I finally had it. &amp;nbsp;The money didn't change, but the benefit package was truly&amp;nbsp;immeasurable. &amp;nbsp;I was able to go back to school for FREE, get my dental work done and have a real head to toe health assessment, which I so desperately needed. &amp;nbsp;I came out completely&amp;nbsp;healthy, a surprising feat considering I'm "obese" by everyone else's standard, but&amp;nbsp;it eased my mind about all the diseases I had feared might take over my body, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My main goal in 2011 was to move from my grandma's house and I did that on May 16, 2011. &amp;nbsp;My apartment is so much more beautiful than I ever imagined my house would be. &amp;nbsp;While its not exactly what I had planned, its just what I needed. &amp;nbsp;My favorite room has become the one which houses my "comfy corner" &amp;nbsp;better known as the corner of my living room where the sectional meets the wall between it and the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;When the kids are in their rooms and its quiet and serene, I turn on my lighted table, light my scented candles and enjoy my time alone, sometimes doing nothing at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="224" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300165_10150282536217121_561402120_8157873_377740_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Summer was fun especially since most of it was spent getting my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150193849027121.302933.561402120&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;l=e5a7849285"&gt;HOME&lt;/a&gt; in order, all commencing with the housewarming party I called "&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Wanda's Wonderful Welcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249205_10150264371352121_561402120_7965864_2052979_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The food was a big HIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;All the people who meant anything to me were invited and most of them came, including my lifelong friend Kim &amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249200_10150264370967121_561402120_7965846_1044710_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;whom I had never actually "met" until that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My sister made the party the best it could be and it wouldn't have been the same without her influence. From the games we played, to just being there to support me and making sure everyone had a great time... I love you (((((Peachey))))).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My 36th birthday was spent with the greatest supervisor there ever was, her name is Darran, but I call her guardian angel. I've written about her before, but this past year showed me just how truly blessed I am to have her in my life. &amp;nbsp;We went to a local place, halfway between the office and my home called &lt;a href="http://www.trafficjamdetroit.com/"&gt;Traffic Jam&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or as us locals call it TJ's! It's been featured on Food Network's "Diner's Drive Ins and Dives" &amp;nbsp;and they have the absolute best sweet potato fries that not even I can replicate. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time laughing about nothing much in particular. &amp;nbsp;I love her just as I would any member of my family and I'm glad I got to spend my special day with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My first Thanksgiving in my new home, and I decided at the last minute to cook what I originally thought would be a small dinner. I made mini potato gratins, roast with potatoes and carrots, macaroni and cheese, greens, baked sweet potatoes, corn, turkey breast, stuffing, and some cranberry sauce (with my own little orange touch) on the side! Dessert was a homemade apple pie, decorated with butterfly cutouts. &amp;nbsp;It tasted much better than it looked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/376985_10150386658717121_561402120_8724190_835958601_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah that's MY pretty plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;After I got the meats started in the slow cookers, Rajanee and I went to Thanksgiving Day parade, which is right around the corner from our house now. &amp;nbsp;She had never been and I hadn't gone since I was a kid. &amp;nbsp;It was a very nice day and we both enjoyed it very much. &amp;nbsp;I did get freaked out by this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/379714_10150386179617121_561402120_8722028_2073892860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It looks soooo much creepier from the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I kept teasing her about the horses which she can't stand and even tagged her in all their pics on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;She didn't like that too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You know that job I mentioned being so happy to get earlier? The one that Darran herself helped me get... Well it almost got taken away from me in a most unfair fashion. &amp;nbsp;The University had been doing some cutbacks, someone in another department was having their position dissolved and according to union rules, she has the opportunity to "bump into" mine because I have less seniority. &amp;nbsp;A week of worry and uncertainty of what would happen had my mind in whirl. &amp;nbsp;I kept thinking about all the things I stood to lose, including a cash credit that I receive for living in Midtown Detroit, which is all dependent on be being a full time employee. &amp;nbsp;At the ninth hour, one day before the new lady was supposed to start and one half hour before the end of the work day, I got a call from HR saying she wasn't coming. &amp;nbsp;It was like a weight had been lifted from my entire being. &amp;nbsp;I even started singing (to myself) "No stress, no stress, no stress, just kicked it to the left, left, left" and all was well again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Then all the kids grew up around me, my niece turned 14, which we celebrated by going to Michigan's Adventure where I got a sunburn, a sore throat and the greatest time I had in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281689_10150266848162121_561402120_7996397_6271398_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah Snoopy was feelin' on my booooty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Raja, (oh how she hates when I call her that), now 17, is not my little girl anymore, all sophisticated and even has a boyfriend and I'm so not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Look at her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/404993_10150435220467121_561402120_8884007_988553597_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;YES those are 5 inch heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Its &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The best gift given and received was the bracelets I bought for my sister whose always been there for me through the thickest and the thinnest times in both of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/377037_10150444627592121_561402120_8924692_1302550870_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There were many surprises to be had, some good, some bad, but the funniest moment was when I tricked Raja into thinking she had an android tablet, which was really a Justin Bieber CD wrapped in a tablet box! &amp;nbsp;I can't get enough of this video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec747fc3a1c29345" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec747fc3a1c29345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FAA3829CB909AE170BB5EE3831F818FC53541AE.1CC7809C670D7DF3E174DEEE83D84C7A489FD4BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec747fc3a1c29345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMBlc6glusNYzSYcGfMXYOxaypg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec747fc3a1c29345%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140461%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FAA3829CB909AE170BB5EE3831F818FC53541AE.1CC7809C670D7DF3E174DEEE83D84C7A489FD4BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec747fc3a1c29345%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMBlc6glusNYzSYcGfMXYOxaypg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;She actually did get an Ipad 2 from her brother, so it wasn't a total trick, just a little delayed gratification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/386660_10150443736877121_561402120_8917986_1893697504_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at that :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I had the absolute dullest New Years Eve ever! &amp;nbsp;I was alone, bored, and didn't even manage to stay up til midnight. &amp;nbsp;New Years day turned out to be a bit better, it ended with me cooking again, because that's what I do. &amp;nbsp;My ex lover, best friend, turned lover (again) definitely made me realize that THIS would be a better year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;On December 17, 2011, I became an &lt;a href="http://lhill4695.avonrepresentative.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AVON&lt;/a&gt; independent sales representative again. &amp;nbsp;I love this company so much, the products and the people. &amp;nbsp;Its been a slow go as I haven't sold to anyone but myself as of yet, but I promised that I would step it up and re-implement some of my old selling strategies to bring in some new as well as regain my old customers. &amp;nbsp;It will be hard as it is difficult to let someone back in who let you down once before, but I know I can do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;After the holidays, my much anticipated and greatly needed vacation was over. &amp;nbsp;I got some rest, and also made some very productive life changes. &amp;nbsp;Not even a week after being back at work, my job was threatened again. &amp;nbsp;This time I didn't come out of it so clean. &amp;nbsp;It was like a punch to the gut that got twisted along the way. &amp;nbsp;Loyal I am to my job and my department, so I reached way down deep inside me and mustered up the strength to come in and teach the person taking my job how to do it. &amp;nbsp;I really don't know how I did it, but I did. &amp;nbsp;For two weeks I stayed, and for two weeks I prayed, that somehow, some way, a miracle would come. No such luck this time. &amp;nbsp;I left my job that I didn't even have for one year, uncertain of what the rest would bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;After work on that last Friday evening, Darran wanted to take me to dinner, so I went. What else did I have to do really? &amp;nbsp;We went to a little known Chinese/Japanese restaurant, also located in Midtown Detroit, called &lt;a href="http://www.midtownshangri-la.com/home/"&gt;Shangri-La&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I had no idea what I was about to experience, but once we got there, all of our favorite students were there waiting to give me a night I will not soon forget. &amp;nbsp;They gave me (and Raja) gifts, along with a huge card that they had all signed. &amp;nbsp;It truly made me feel special and everything I do totally worthwhile. &amp;nbsp;It felt so good to be loved and even greater knowing they would miss me in the office. I don't know how Darran kept the secret from me, but I am so glad she did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In the back of my mind, I still can't help thinking about all I lost without having my job. &amp;nbsp;I worked so hard and it feels so good to finally be in my own home, it will be so much harder to handle if I have to let it go. &amp;nbsp;Being a full time employee had many hidden benefits like being a part of the Live Midtown program which basically pays me to live in the community. &amp;nbsp;Without this quarterly payment, my rent is significantly higher, which without a steady income is almost impossible for me to pay. &amp;nbsp;I've been trying not to think about it, hoping it will work itself out, all while making sure I don't lose my mind being that I am a total control freak and can't leave anything to chance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A blessing came from a most unlikely source...my MOM! &amp;nbsp;I kinda didn't want her to know about my situation, but once I told Grandma, it was inevitable. &amp;nbsp;I had the best day with her than I had in a long time. &amp;nbsp;We went shopping for a few household things, then she treated me to lunch. &amp;nbsp;When I got home, I realized she had given me the most beautiful card inside a gorgeous bible cover. &amp;nbsp;They are now both sitting on my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If you're still reading by this time, I'd first like to say Thank You! &amp;nbsp;One more ray of hope is on my horizon in the form of an interview on Wednesday, February 8, 2012. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I will consider the position, but I feel like I at least owe it to myself to take the meeting. &amp;nbsp;Please say a prayer for me that if nothing else, I don't make a complete fool of myself with whatever questions they may ask me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Goals for 2012 are...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Get my license and buy a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Entertain more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Get my finances in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Buy a new wardrobe, including shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Take at least one real vacation and not think about anything but relaxation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pick a graduate program and stick to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Try at least two new recipes every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Make some money selling AVON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Get my "baby" back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Prove to myself that not everything has to be planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Let go and let God is a phrase that was very hard for me to come to terms with, I did and then lost it again. &amp;nbsp;I'm fighting very hard (with myself) to get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-1356226187105047721?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/1356226187105047721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2012/02/longest-blog-post-ever-written.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1356226187105047721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1356226187105047721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2012/02/longest-blog-post-ever-written.html' title='The Longest Blog Post Ever Written'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2574518094083677943</id><published>2010-10-03T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:07:00.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am tired to say the least, but most of it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I got my hair done (just in time for my birthday) by my wonderful sister who loves me more than any biological sister could. It is still looking fabulous today, but this is what it looked like when she first did it, and we got to spend the whole day together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKXr6eUF-tI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-HcQ_1epLw/s1600/IMAG0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKXr6eUF-tI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-HcQ_1epLw/s200/IMAG0007.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKXr71XzCTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vq1YgsZRsBY/s1600/IMAG0004-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKXr71XzCTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vq1YgsZRsBY/s200/IMAG0004-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From my facebook messages and texts, to all the wonderful gifts/cards I received, I felt the most loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKikxrYogcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/koY_hBbBqpA/s1600/IMAG0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKikxrYogcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/koY_hBbBqpA/s320/IMAG0013.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKik3aCzEBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5F6eNYmj-4E/s1600/IMAG0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKik3aCzEBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5F6eNYmj-4E/s320/IMAG0014.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKik9KKRmiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZMtmLJBDwDU/s1600/IMAG0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKik9KKRmiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZMtmLJBDwDU/s320/IMAG0015.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKilC0BgGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6rq1ayRYOic/s1600/IMAG0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKilC0BgGZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6rq1ayRYOic/s320/IMAG0016.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKikrzMwloI/AAAAAAAAAD4/chx70KbHVM4/s1600/IMAG0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKikrzMwloI/AAAAAAAAAD4/chx70KbHVM4/s320/IMAG0017.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I got to spend the day with my sister again, not doing too much at first. Then after she picked up all the kids from school we went to the movies. The girls saw Devil (make link) and my sis and I saw Legend of the Gaurdians (make link) with my nephew and our other friend. The movie was very cute, like an action movie, but with owls. I would recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We got back to "Mom's" apartment and to my surprise, she had cooked dinner for me and thanks to my sis for keeping the secret, these were also waiting for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiphn1JIVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hm_-WwsGqo4/s1600/IMAG0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiphn1JIVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hm_-WwsGqo4/s320/IMAG0008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everything was so good, and this is where the cupcakes ended up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKip0P5wxbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gjqJGWGoRuk/s1600/IMAG0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKip0P5wxbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gjqJGWGoRuk/s320/IMAG0012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKip7DEv_XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XRzUwVLKnr0/s1600/IMAG0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKip7DEv_XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XRzUwVLKnr0/s320/IMAG0010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They really love me huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Wednesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Back to work, where I got another surprise from the people I didn't even know knew it was my birthday. One lady made me a pumpkin cheesecake, it tasted ok, but the gesture was lovely. They tricked me into coming into a meeting that I wasn't originally invited to and sang Happy Birthday! I also got another gift and more cards from my supervisor and a couple of the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqZ-a_b3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y78WbHtr3Jo/s1600/IMAG0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqZ-a_b3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y78WbHtr3Jo/s320/IMAG0024.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqemeJp0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/K5Fz6495fXs/s1600/IMAG0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqemeJp0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/K5Fz6495fXs/s320/IMAG0018.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqlUGanmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NYjmY36DIyM/s1600/IMAG0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqlUGanmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NYjmY36DIyM/s320/IMAG0019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of the staff signed it awwwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqq96bNSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TeHxDsoiKMg/s1600/IMAG0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqq96bNSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TeHxDsoiKMg/s320/IMAG0020.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqvsnsHrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4pFyHemlj8A/s1600/IMAG0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiqvsnsHrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4pFyHemlj8A/s320/IMAG0021.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiq1Ar5_UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/scAEUniuGJg/s1600/IMAG0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKiq1Ar5_UI/AAAAAAAAAEs/scAEUniuGJg/s320/IMAG0023.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How happy I am wearing the sweater given to me by the bestest supervisor ever! I love you Darran!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Afterwards, I made my sister smile by giving her a much needed gesture and token of love from me. It felt good. Then, it was off to Rajanee's audition for &lt;a href="http://www.mosaicdetroit.org/"&gt;Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;, for which she chose to sing and not act. This was a surprise to me, but I trusted her judgement and also because I know she really can sing. The audition went well and even she said she was proud of herself and even if she doesn't make it, she got a huge confidence boost just by doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Thursday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was an awesome day for the mostpart. I left work early to go to my doctor's appointment, which I had been dreading all week. It turned out to be better than I could've imagined. The nurse said she was so proud of me for keeping up with my health, not smoking or drinking and my blood pressure was normal. Then I had the most attentive and nice midwife ever since I had been going to this clinic. She made me feel comfortable and the exam went off without a hitch. I was out of there in no time! But the best news I got was that since I had always had normal exams and I have no family history of breast cancer, I don't have to get a mammogram until I'm 50! Oh happy day, until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Enter Evil Teenager!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I met her at school, which I don't normally do because I'm on the other side of the street where her school is. But, since my doctor is closer to her school, I decided to wait for her until she gets out (which she knew already because I had told her earlier that morning). Anyway, she gets all upset saying that I'm embarrasing her etc. And doesn't want to go to the McDonald's near her school, but quickly changes her mind because I know she's hungry. But, I told her she doesn't have to worry about me coming home with her anymore and she can go alone! So we get home, and I'm totally tired from earlier in the week, everything is fine, for a while, until she gets the gawl to yell at me number one, and over something as stupid as what clothes she has clean! I told her to get away from me and don't talk to me at all until she was ready to apologize. So, she stayed in the kitchen almost all night, until my grandma made her get out (but I'm still not talking to her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Evil teenager is trying to be nice, but I ignore her, because she still hasn't apologized. I go to work, have a quiet and productive day, sold my G1 finally, my friend Anita treated me to lunch since I didn't get to see her on my birthday. We went to &lt;a href="http://goodgirlsgotopariscrepes.com/"&gt;Good Girls Go to Paris Crepes &lt;/a&gt;where I had the "Sarah" (chevre, red pepper, spinach, and mushrooms, topped with balsamic vinegar). I stuck to my guns and made Raja come home by herself, although she wasn't actually alone, but with her friend, so I didn't feel as bad, although I shouldn't :-).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I went to pick up my prescription and found out it was cheaper than I originally thought, so that was good. Got home before Raja and wondered if she would still be in a bad mood, but didn't care too much. When she got home, I asked her if she was ready to apologize, to which she said yes and did. I asked why and she said for yelling and for disrespecting me. I accepted, although I kinda think she may have done it just so I wouldn't cancel her sweet 16 party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Good day returned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She made the Main Stage Ensemble at &lt;a href="http://www.mosaicdetroit.org/"&gt;Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;! All my ill feelings went away and I was sooooo happy! Now comes the hard work, rehearsals, performances, and all while keeping her grades up. But, I know she can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nothing too special, I did manage to get some rest, I cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, while Raja did the food inventory of the fridge and freezer. We had an awesome breakfast, cooked in my new &lt;a href="http://www.redisetgo.com/?gcid=S12579x066&amp;amp;keyword=redisetgo_6"&gt;Xpress Redi Set GO&lt;/a&gt; cooker. I'll make a separate post about how much I love it later. We also had a nice dinner, after a trip to family dollar in which I forgot two of the things I needed most lol. We watched some movies, then went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today is the first meeting of the Mosaic team, then we're off to have dinner at Ci Ci's with the fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2574518094083677943?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2574518094083677943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2574518094083677943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2574518094083677943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-week.html' title='What a Week!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TKXr6eUF-tI/AAAAAAAAADw/7-HcQ_1epLw/s72-c/IMAG0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8916993790735180379</id><published>2010-09-24T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:46:42.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Tight, Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite...</title><content type='html'>Its just a saying right? WRONG! These things are really real and on the rise. I recently encountered them in my living space and am on the war path in order to get rid of them. I originally thought I might have them when I woke up one morning with this on my arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TJy5zrPmdcI/AAAAAAAAADs/TPNje4yUMZ4/s1600/IMAG0134-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TJy5zrPmdcI/AAAAAAAAADs/TPNje4yUMZ4/s320/IMAG0134-1.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They are kind of hard to see, but it is six little red bumps in rows of three (the classic feeding style of the bed bug). This was after a night that I had gotten under all my covers for the first time since summer ended. At first I freaked out because the thought of having any bug that close to me is not a good feeling. Then, after talking to my friends and family I calmed down a bit because I was thinking maybe I had gotten bitten at work that Friday before, the bites showed up on a Saturday, and since I work at a University that recently had a bed bug problem in one of its apartment complexes. So, a couple days went by, no bites, then I got another one on the other arm in almost the exact same spot, but this time only one. Ok, now I am almost certain that I do have the little critters living with me, so my freaky panic is back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went online and read everything I could about the bugs, where they hide, breeding methods etc. and all the while trying to figure out where I could've gotten them from. I still haven't figured it out yet, but I know they have got to go! So, after convincing myself that I have them, even though having not seen any evidence (yet) other than the bite marks, I decided that I would just strip my bed and vacuum every inch of the room. This was going to be done on a weekend, since I didn't have to work the next day, so I tried to get some sleep, which has been really, really hard lately. I woke up Friday night around midnight to find one of the little suckers crawling up the sheet! I freaked, hit it with a piece of paper, but it didn't die, so I had to get a piece of tissue and grab it. &amp;nbsp;The picture below is exactly what it looked like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bed Bug Bites - Adult bed bug feeding on a human" border="0" height="223" src="http://doyourownpestcontrol.com/bedbugmp.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adult bed bug feeding on a human. (M. Potter, Univ. of Kentucky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Afterward, I had to go in the bathroom and calm down, prayed, and prayed some more. My sister tried to calm me down after I texted her, but it only worked for a short while. &amp;nbsp;I tried to go back to sleep, and finally did around 4:30, but didn't get much rest. I got up the next morning and stripped everything off the bed, carefully looking for any signs of bed bug life. I luckily didn't find any, but trust me when I say that does not mean they weren't there. I took all the sheets, comforter, blankets, stuffed pillows, and animals and put them in plastic bags then took the bags outside. I vacuumed every inch of the mattress and surrounding areas before spraying it down with alcohol (someone told me this kills any live bugs), then put on brand new sheets and a blanket that wasn't even in the same room I was bitten. &amp;nbsp;I also cleaned all the filters in the vacuum, then put them and the entire vacuum outside too. &amp;nbsp;This seemed to ease my mind for a little while, that is until I saw the spots on the newly put down comforter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://buggingbedbugs.com/images/feces2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://buggingbedbugs.com/images/feces2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mine were only about 1/8 of this size and amount, but I knew then that they were not gone and even though I hadn't been bitten again (yet) it was only a matter of time, so I immediately ordered some &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00127Q860/ref=oss_product"&gt;Food Grade Diatomaceous Earth&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and these &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002UBO706/ref=oss_product"&gt;Mattress Covers&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I put the DE all over my room yesterday (good thing its not toxic), and just waiting to see if it kills any of them, then I have to vacuum it up, change the bed (again) and repeat the vacuuming process, encase the mattress and boxspring, then put down more DE. I am praying this eliminates my problem, as it wasn't big to begin with, or so I hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8916993790735180379?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8916993790735180379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleep-tight-dont-let-bed-bugs-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8916993790735180379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8916993790735180379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleep-tight-dont-let-bed-bugs-bite.html' title='Sleep Tight, Don&apos;t Let the Bed Bugs Bite...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TJy5zrPmdcI/AAAAAAAAADs/TPNje4yUMZ4/s72-c/IMAG0134-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-6989416162549341602</id><published>2010-09-20T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:45:53.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>A prayer for plans</title><content type='html'>This is an exerpt from my "One minute prayers for Women" given to me by my friend Tracey, author of &lt;a href="http://backawayfromtheplate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Back Away from the Plate&lt;/a&gt;. This particular entry felt like it was speaking to only me from the moment I began reading it. &amp;nbsp;It comes from the section entitled Plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Off Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan that can succeed against the LORD.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PROVERBS 21:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a planner overflowing with...well, plans, of course. Each day's box lays claim to a portion of my life. &amp;nbsp; I know that each time I set a commitment down in blue ink, I am also claiming a portion of the time You have planned for me. &amp;nbsp;I imagine I am steering things in the wrong direction more times than not. &amp;nbsp;I take great comfort in knowing You are able to guide my random efforts back to Your intention for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make plans for the days ahead, may I seek Your guidance, Your priorities, and Your will. &amp;nbsp;When I follow Your direction, the meaning of each day is magnified. &amp;nbsp;The possibilities to serve You become clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;After reading this, my sight was never clearer and I came to the realization that &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; plan I make will ever come to be if I don't sit still and listen to the Lord and &lt;b&gt;HIS &lt;/b&gt;plan for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-6989416162549341602?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/6989416162549341602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/prayer-for-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6989416162549341602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6989416162549341602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/prayer-for-plans.html' title='A prayer for plans'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-6744161857028993653</id><published>2010-09-05T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:29:32.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>10 things I look forward to when I move...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Privacy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Decorating my themed rooms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Having guests over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. CLOSETS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Matching towels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Direct TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Having room to install my surround sound and a bigger TV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. A shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Matching tableware&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Having my OWN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-6744161857028993653?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/6744161857028993653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-i-look-forward-to-when-i-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6744161857028993653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6744161857028993653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-things-i-look-forward-to-when-i-move.html' title='10 things I look forward to when I move...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4151381397348018033</id><published>2010-09-01T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:35:06.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 30...one last moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Its just not gonna happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last moment of the month was a moment I realized this year isn't even remotely like I had planned. However, I don't see it as a bad thing. It just gives me more motivation to make next year bigger AND better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4151381397348018033?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4151381397348018033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-not-gonna-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4151381397348018033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4151381397348018033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-not-gonna-happen.html' title='Its just not gonna happen'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4520999032623347719</id><published>2010-08-29T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:19:38.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 28...something I miss'/><title type='text'>I just wanna SANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/THqym8cwmfI/AAAAAAAAADo/kn8yLGzYWxo/colorful_music.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img width='256' height='200' style='margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center cursor: pointer;' src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/THqym8cwmfI/AAAAAAAAADo/kn8yLGzYWxo/colorful_music.jpeg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color='#ae00ff'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='#ff00f8'&gt;It took me a while to figure out what to write on this post. I do miss a lot of things, but what I miss the most is singing. I have been in many choirs and even a band, even sang to myself on many occassions too. I even incorporated my love of writing and wrote a few songs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color='#ae00ff'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='#ff00f8'&gt;I love musicals (movies and stage plays) and now I know why. Music is just in me and I think its time I let it back out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4520999032623347719?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4520999032623347719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wanna-sang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4520999032623347719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4520999032623347719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wanna-sang.html' title='I just wanna SANG!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/THqym8cwmfI/AAAAAAAAADo/kn8yLGzYWxo/s72-c/colorful_music.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2477579260545942653</id><published>2010-08-28T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:16:48.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><title type='text'>31 to 35</title><content type='html'>Today marks one month until my birthday...a milestone some would say. I'll be 35! 30 was a big moment for me in that I wanted to have my life plan in order, which I actually did, but putting it into place has been harder than I thought. I am looking forward to turning a year older because I don't look my age, but the deeper feeling of non accomplishment does not make me happy :-(. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2477579260545942653?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2477579260545942653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/31-to-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2477579260545942653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2477579260545942653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/31-to-35.html' title='31 to 35'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-103451272470322126</id><published>2010-08-27T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:24:16.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 27...my favorite place'/><title type='text'>Sushi it is!</title><content type='html'>The only favorite place I can think of would be my own home, and since I don't really have that yet, I'll tell ya about my favorite restaurant.  Its called Wasabi! Eating there daily can put a real strain on my wallet, so I usually only go about 2 or 3 times a month.  My friend Anita comes with me most of the time and we have lots of pictures of us and our food there on Facebook.  Some of my favorite dishes are...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spicy tuna roll, spicy salmon roll, salmon box, chicken eggrolls, shrimp tempura roll, and this luscious beauty below, known as the Chef Special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wasabidetroit.com/images/image_fade_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasabi is located on Woodward near the DIA and Wayne State University in Detroit, MI.  Check them out &lt;a href="http://www.wasabidetroit.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://maps.google.com/maps/api/staticmap?center=42.360539%2C-83.065946&amp;amp;language=en&amp;amp;zoom=15&amp;amp;client=gme-yelp&amp;amp;sensor=false&amp;amp;size=238x245&amp;amp;signature=6_yKqlw-woYkq2etPMovTgdSBC8=" alt="Map of Business" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/wasabi-detroit"&gt;Ratings and reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-103451272470322126?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/103451272470322126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/sushi-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/103451272470322126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/103451272470322126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/sushi-it-is.html' title='Sushi it is!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8544868586254141229</id><published>2010-08-27T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:57:56.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 26...my fears'/><title type='text'>Be afraid, be very afraid...</title><content type='html'>I am not scared of many things, mostly bugs, spiders, snakes, and reptiles in general. However I do have a fear of dying a failure. I know that is a pretty deep thing to say, but lately I have been feeling sad about not accomplishing the things I would have liked to with my life.  I know there is still time, but with all the things I had planned for this year that didn't happen, it can be a bit discouraging.  I want to be a good role model for my daughter and set a great example for her and I just feel like I have fallen short on that. While these are very real and understandable fears to most people, I have one that is not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weirdest fear I posses is one that not even I can explain, but this terrifies me like nothing else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wait for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;   Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right! Lightening! I don't know why, but the mere thought of it makes me cringe.  SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8544868586254141229?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8544868586254141229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-afraid-be-very-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8544868586254141229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8544868586254141229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-afraid-be-very-afraid.html' title='Be afraid, be very afraid...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-9112693981569003658</id><published>2010-08-27T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:41:21.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 25...A first'/><title type='text'>Glory Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I have had many firsts in my life, but perhaps the most memorable will be when I move into my OWN house! No more living with family, not being able to decorate the way I want to, or just having simple privacy.  It will definitely be a glorious moment and I can't wait for the day to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-9112693981569003658?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/9112693981569003658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/glory-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9112693981569003658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9112693981569003658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/glory-day.html' title='Glory Day!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-6244379082563117242</id><published>2010-08-26T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:39:06.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>'The Bucket List' was an interesting and inspiring movie and it made a lot of people think about their own bucket lists. I have thought about this a lot in the last few years, but have most of my items in my head. A friend of mine told me about this application actually called bucket list. You create your own list, share with others, and even comment on others lists. Its available for android and iphone. Check it out below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="Http://bucket-lists.com/"&gt; Bucket List App&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-6244379082563117242?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/6244379082563117242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6244379082563117242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6244379082563117242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-9026406972726813793</id><published>2010-08-24T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:45:51.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 24...something that makes me cry'/><title type='text'>Celebration of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I always cry at weddings, no matter if they're real or on movies or TV, even if I just hear about people getting married. Some people call me a wuss, but theres just something about the celebration of love that brings out tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-9026406972726813793?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/9026406972726813793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebration-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9026406972726813793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9026406972726813793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebration-of-love.html' title='Celebration of Love'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4245721319047175968</id><published>2010-08-24T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:12:23.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...The Frugal Organizer</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that I am an organizer. I have been called an organization freak and some have told me I'm just "too organized" to which I say no such thing! So I have decided to share some of my organization "skills" with everyone else via a new blog...&lt;a href="http://the-frugal-organizer.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Frugal Organizer&lt;/a&gt;! Come check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4245721319047175968?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4245721319047175968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/introducingthe-frugal-organizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4245721319047175968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4245721319047175968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/introducingthe-frugal-organizer.html' title='Introducing...The Frugal Organizer'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5498013059046351413</id><published>2010-08-23T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:26:48.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 23...something that makes me feel better'/><title type='text'>They love me, they really love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I'm feeling down, all I have to do is hear from one of my friends through an email, call, or text, sometimes even just a feeling of knowing that they are thinking of me.  It feels good to know that I am surrounding by so many people who love and care about me as much as I do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5498013059046351413?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5498013059046351413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-love-me-they-really-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5498013059046351413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5498013059046351413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-love-me-they-really-love-me.html' title='They love me, they really love me'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8788543237542043091</id><published>2010-08-23T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:19:59.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 22...something that upsets me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>A baby is a gift from above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babygiftstationblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/1185115_gift_from_above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.babygiftstationblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/1185115_gift_from_above.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love children and although I only have one biological one, I am mom, aunt, friend, role model, and confidant to many. Something I feel very strongly about is when "parents" neglect and/or abandon their kids. Mothers leaving their kids with their so-called boyfriends because they are in love just goes all over me.  Donating DNA does not automatically make you a parent!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its too much to even attempt to write here, so I'll just leave you with a few links to stories that illustrate this fact.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dreamindemon.com/2010/08/22/florida-mother-charged-with-child-neglect-after-leaving-her-kid-in-parked-car-outside-shopping-center/"&gt;Child left in hot car in West Palm Beach, Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newser.com/story/95340/man-charged-with-beating-son-6-to-death-for-not-sleeping.html"&gt;Man beat son to death for not sleeping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/4857583/detail.html"&gt;Mother charged with neglect after taking baby to bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lansingstatejournal.com/article/20100808/NEWS01/8080543/Michigan-kids-tell-stories-of-neglect-abuse-in-foster-care-system"&gt;Foster homes are no better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lansingstatejournal.com/article/20100808/NEWS01/8080543/Michigan-kids-tell-stories-of-neglect-abuse-in-foster-care-system"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While these are only a very small percentage, there are many more and I am thankful for people like a special friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/profile.php?id=1418115467&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Talise "Princess" Jones&lt;/a&gt;, who are there for these kids when everyone else has failed them. She truly understands God's gifts to us as parents (biological and chosen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8788543237542043091?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8788543237542043091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-is-gift-from-above.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8788543237542043091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8788543237542043091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-is-gift-from-above.html' title='A baby is a gift from above'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4511362586991759431</id><published>2010-08-23T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:19:44.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 21...another moment'/><title type='text'>The moment my mind went blank</title><content type='html'>For once I can't think of anything to write on this subject, but since it is about "a moment" I guess this will do.  We'll revisit it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4511362586991759431?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4511362586991759431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment-my-mind-went-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4511362586991759431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4511362586991759431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment-my-mind-went-blank.html' title='The moment my mind went blank'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4997059852830049149</id><published>2010-08-23T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:11:32.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 20...this month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Goodbye August</title><content type='html'>Well I am starting to sound like a broken record in saying things didn't go as planned.  I just think maybe MY plan isn't the plan that is supposed to happen. I trust in God that he will lead me through and show me the path in which I am to take. August did bring me time spent with those I love the most and I wouldn't give that up for anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not giving up on my plans nor am I going to stop making new ones. I learned a lot about myself this month and I will take that knowledge with me into September and beyond and keep adding to it until my dreams become a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4997059852830049149?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4997059852830049149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4997059852830049149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4997059852830049149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-august.html' title='Goodbye August'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-9121818091542368900</id><published>2010-08-19T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:48:55.022-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 19...something I regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>What ifs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I try to live life with no regrets, at least now anyway. So, with that being said I choose not to dwell on the regrets I do have from the past.&amp;nbsp; I do however have a series of what ifs running through my head every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-9121818091542368900?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/9121818091542368900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9121818091542368900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9121818091542368900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ifs.html' title='What ifs...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8930944267077482388</id><published>2010-08-19T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:32:24.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 18...my favorite birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>You're Golden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nobletraditions.com/images/Faberge/Golden_Birthday_Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.nobletraditions.com/images/Faberge/Golden_Birthday_Egg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had my golden birthday on September 28, 2003. So, I will have to claim this as my favorite. While I didn't do anything too special, it was special to me because my sister also had her golden birthday the same year. I still sometimes tell people I am 28 and they believe me because I don't really look my age anyway :-).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8930944267077482388?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8930944267077482388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8930944267077482388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8930944267077482388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-golden.html' title='You&apos;re Golden!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4862771892278630873</id><published>2010-08-18T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:20:30.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 17...my favorite memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>No one can choose just one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0sjsCxA0I/AAAAAAAAACo/tQ5hViojj_A/s1600/n561402120_1786504_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0sjsCxA0I/AAAAAAAAACo/tQ5hViojj_A/s200/n561402120_1786504_1711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507106910973788994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;It is a hard to pick a favorite memory as I have so many. All of my high school days were very memorable, some days I wish I could go back to that time. I can't forget the choir, volley ball team and Spanish class, where I had the most fun, and running to Ms. Ayler's History class because I didn't want to get hit with the ruler for being late. Two senior trips; one to Florida and the other to Ghana, where I met some of the most wonderful people I've ever encountered in my whole life. The bats in the trees were not a welcome sight, but the overwhelming feeling of love from that country was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0uB8IA0UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3r0nYD6ui5Q/s1600/n561402120_1736750_3426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0uB8IA0UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3r0nYD6ui5Q/s320/n561402120_1736750_3426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507108530198466882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The birth of my daughter was very memorable in that it was a milestone in my life and I remember saying "I wanna push," the doctor telling me no, and her dad telling the story afterward so everyone could have a good laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;She has given me the most memorable moments of my life though. From her first words, and steps, to the way I watched her personality develop and grow from my precious little girl into an independent young woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v427/38/49/561402120/n561402120_1545972_4836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0uaeLbJTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ReKzVydVqFY/s1600/4662_110450847120_561402120_2409919_7013282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0uaeLbJTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ReKzVydVqFY/s320/4662_110450847120_561402120_2409919_7013282_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507108951656441138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0sjsCxA0I/AAAAAAAAACo/tQ5hViojj_A/s1600/n561402120_1786504_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;Both my high school and college graduations were noteworthy, more so the college one as I had all of the most important people in my life (at the time) there with me. One is missing from the picture (Khilida) as she is the one taking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0ux8xzN4I/AAAAAAAAADI/EfHF4t2APgM/s1600/n561402120_1216273_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0ux8xzN4I/AAAAAAAAADI/EfHF4t2APgM/s320/n561402120_1216273_3088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507109355007457154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0sjsCxA0I/AAAAAAAAACo/tQ5hViojj_A/s1600/n561402120_1786504_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;My trip to California in 2007 was one that I will never forget. This is because I was actually old enough to enjoy it, I wasn't afraid of the banana trees anymore, I spent time with all my relatives that I hadn't seen since I was a kid, and I got to see all the places my cousins had told me about. The place I loved the most was the Bubba Gump restaurant in San Fransisco! I got to see all the things made famous by one of my favorite movies of all time...Forrest Gump. Food, Family, and Forrest, what could be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0vGLeknFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XSxjO6D_cVw/s1600/n561402120_1409894_7221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0vGLeknFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XSxjO6D_cVw/s320/n561402120_1409894_7221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507109702550723666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0u8MVyHjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nzw5J6mu2kE/s1600/n561402120_1409892_6752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0u8MVyHjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nzw5J6mu2kE/s320/n561402120_1409892_6752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507109530983603762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I've watched all the kids in my life grow up right before my eyes, but none has touched me more than DeShon, my pseudo son, who graduated top of his class last year and has truly demonstrated what a responsible young man he has become.  I have never been prouder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/4662_110463512120_561402120_2410218_4672749_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;While these are only a few of the memorable moments of my life, I hope to make many more great memories in the future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4862771892278630873?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4862771892278630873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-one-can-choose-just-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4862771892278630873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4862771892278630873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-one-can-choose-just-one.html' title='No one can choose just one'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TG0sjsCxA0I/AAAAAAAAACo/tQ5hViojj_A/s72-c/n561402120_1786504_1711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-1961674624540277016</id><published>2010-08-18T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:39:05.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 16...my first kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>The first of many</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphicsgrotto.com/glittergraphics/lips/images/glips33.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.graphicsgrotto.com/glittergraphics/lips/images/glips33.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am playing catch up, so I will have to post three (or four) blog entries tonight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This one is about my first kiss and since my first first kiss wasn't good enough I guess to be memorable, I'll write about the best first kiss.  It just so happened to be with the guy who became and is still now my &lt;a href="http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-my-lobster.html"&gt;best friend&lt;/a&gt;. We were 15 (almost 16) and in 10th grade, walking down the hallway on the 4th floor, just joking and having fun like we always did. He grabbed me by the hand and guided me over by the pop machine where he planted the biggest and softest kiss on me ever. It was sweet and sensual and to this day, his lips still attract me.  I'll always remember it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-1961674624540277016?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/1961674624540277016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-of-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1961674624540277016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1961674624540277016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-of-many.html' title='The first of many'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4774594265263054104</id><published>2010-08-16T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:56:04.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 15...my dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Divine Order</title><content type='html'>Let see, my psychological dreams are easy, they're always of things I think I want. I'm not sure if they are things that are attainable or things I just wish would come to be. Either way, most of them are surely fun! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My real life dreams are a little more complicated and have changed as the years passed, so much so that I dont even know what they are anymore. I know God has a plan for me, so I am just trying to follow the divine order of things. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4774594265263054104?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4774594265263054104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/divine-order.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4774594265263054104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4774594265263054104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/divine-order.html' title='Divine Order'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-7712742740793036748</id><published>2010-08-14T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:57:41.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 14...what I wore today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Simple yet sophisticated</title><content type='html'>Today I wore my green and black sundress, a black tank top with silver accessories and shoes. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-7712742740793036748?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/7712742740793036748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-yet-sophisticated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7712742740793036748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7712742740793036748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-yet-sophisticated.html' title='Simple yet sophisticated'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-9096043641414601000</id><published>2010-08-14T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:11:03.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 13...this week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th, nothing eventful happened. It was a rather fun week although that loosely translates into half productive. I did some things I needed to, but others fell by the wayside. Overall it was still a good week. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-9096043641414601000?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/9096043641414601000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9096043641414601000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/9096043641414601000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-3129895846869395030</id><published>2010-08-13T00:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:43:59.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 12...whats in my bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Just throw it in the bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a Href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGTNioWTZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/euO58CvQL7I/IMAG0078-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGTNioWTZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/euO58CvQL7I/s400/IMAG0078-1.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today I am carrying my blue jean bag with the brown strap and flower. Inside it resides... &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My wallet &lt;br/&gt; Eyeglass case &lt;br/&gt; Make up case which contains...lipgloss, tampons, bc pills, tissue, lotion, hand sanitizer, mirror, pantiliners, sewing kit, inhaler, carmex, fixodent) &lt;br/&gt; Phone charger &lt;br/&gt; Keys &lt;br/&gt; Coupon holder &lt;br/&gt; Mail &lt;br/&gt; Take 5 bars &lt;br/&gt; Water drink mix &lt;br/&gt; Appointment card &lt;br/&gt; Flash drive &lt;br/&gt; Lipgloss &lt;br/&gt; Headphones &lt;br/&gt; Mint case with coins &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Wow that seems like a lot of stuff huh? &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-3129895846869395030?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/3129895846869395030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-throw-it-in-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3129895846869395030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3129895846869395030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-throw-it-in-bag.html' title='Just throw it in the bag!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGTNioWTZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/euO58CvQL7I/s72-c/IMAG0078-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2825719849171583825</id><published>2010-08-11T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:49:40.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 11...my siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Its all relative</title><content type='html'>I have three biological brothers and one biological sister. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My brother on my mother's side is 30 years old and still has a lot of growing up to do. We didnt always get along when we were younger, but I love him dearly and because he looks up to me (now that we're both grown) I always tell him the truth and I try not to let him down. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My other siblings belong to my "father" and I have to admit I don't know them that well. This was of no fault of my own and I am constantly trying to rectify that. My sister especially holds a special place in my heart. She was the one who hardly ever got any of my dad's affection and I too never got to see her. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Many revelations have occured in my life over the past year. I regret not being able to spend the time with my brothers and sister that I would have liked to and in the next year I plan to make up for all that time lost. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I cant let this post go by without mentioning the one person who has been closer to me than any biological relative could ever be...my sister Deionna "Peachey" Covés! She is my sister in every way that matters and I love her more than words can say. We may not share the same blood but we definitely share a heart &lt;3. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2825719849171583825?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2825719849171583825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-relative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2825719849171583825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2825719849171583825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-all-relative.html' title='Its all relative'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4200687107883167297</id><published>2010-08-10T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:43:00.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 10...what I wore today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Not my typical outfit, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a Href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGHyC-H0nRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pny9ntBhtkA/IMAG0077.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGHyC-H0nRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pny9ntBhtkA/s400/IMAG0077.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since I haven't done laundry yet, and I only went to the store today, my outfit was less than appealing. It was so hot and I didn't have anything cool to wear. However, my toes (which also currently match my nails) were cute in my little silver sandals. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I had on jean cargo capris with zippered pockets and strings at the bottom, a white shirt with puff sleeves and pink and yellow stitched flowers. I did like my jewelry though, my pink stone butterfly earrings and necklace. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4200687107883167297?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4200687107883167297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-my-typical-outfit-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4200687107883167297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4200687107883167297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-my-typical-outfit-but.html' title='Not my typical outfit, but...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGHyC-H0nRI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pny9ntBhtkA/s72-c/IMAG0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5104662155102571669</id><published>2010-08-09T23:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:52:00.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 9...my beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>I believe in you, you believe in me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a Href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGDM3KTWLHI/AAAAAAAAACc/aAp3lit5XV4/Believe.jpeg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGDM3KTWLHI/AAAAAAAAACc/aAp3lit5XV4/s400/Believe.jpeg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How come all my blog posts lead to music somehow? Perhaps I should write songs instead of stories. For those who don't know, that was in reference to the blog title which is a song from one of my favorite movies, The Five Hearbeats! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; So, on to the beliefs...I believe everything happens for a reason, no matter how much you don't like something, its all a part of a bigger plan that you might not even be aware of the time. I believe you don't have to go to church every Sunday to have Jesus in your heart and just because you do go doesn't make you a christian. I believe God doesn't make mistakes. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I believe you can be whatever you wanna be... &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I BELIEVE IN ME! &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5104662155102571669?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5104662155102571669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-believe-in-you-you-believe-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5104662155102571669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5104662155102571669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-believe-in-you-you-believe-in-me.html' title='I believe in you, you believe in me!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TGDM3KTWLHI/AAAAAAAAACc/aAp3lit5XV4/s72-c/Believe.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-7198103664399080734</id><published>2010-08-09T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:14:18.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 8...a moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Give me one moment in time</title><content type='html'>I remember singing this song in the Northern High Shool choir. I really miss it. I have been in many church and community choirs, even sang in a band for a while. "The Sign" was my signature song. None of these compared to the feeling I got from being in the school choir. I looked forward to senior year when I'd get a chance to direct at graduation, the tradition started for us by the best choir director to ever teach! &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Enter Ms. Livingston...she took over when our original director got a better job as principal at another school. We missed her terribly for several reasons. Not only did our entire song selection and singing style change, but we didn't get to sing at any of the places we used to like the local nursing homes, homeless shelters, and most importantly the solo ensemble festival for which we had taken first place three years runnning. Directing the choir at graduation was also out. We all hated her, but nothing could compare to what happened at the Evening of the Arts,1992...my "moment" of this post. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; We had always been grouped with two other schools to sing a number that would be the opening act for this wonderful evening hosted at the glorious Detroit FOX theatre. Its the day before the event and we go to the theatre to rehearse the song with everyone. We're on stage and the director, a teacher from one of the other schools announces which song it is and our choir looks around at each other like we've just heard a family member had died. Why? Because our "director" never taught us the song. It was the most humiliating moment of my life and I, along with the rest of the choir never forgave her. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-7198103664399080734?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/7198103664399080734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-me-one-moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7198103664399080734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7198103664399080734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-me-one-moment-in-time.html' title='Give me one moment in time'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8553491483422024663</id><published>2010-08-07T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:42:02.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an effort to get more followers for my blog...I want to play a little game. Who knows me best? Answer the questions as best you can. Some have multiple answers so you get double "points" if you get them all. As a matter of fact, some of them can even be found within other blog posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. How old am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. What's my middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Who do I admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. What's my favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. What's my favorite movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Which food(s) can I not live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. How many siblings do I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. What are my creative vices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. What do I want to do more than anything in my life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. What do I wear most of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. What do I have the most of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. What is my biggest pet peeve?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel free to browse my other posts and comment as you see fit. Don't forget to become a follower :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8553491483422024663?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8553491483422024663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8553491483422024663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8553491483422024663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You don&apos;t know me?'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-7572178701222703926</id><published>2010-08-07T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:25:05.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 7...my best friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>He's my lobster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1_dm3z__I/AAAAAAAAACY/NWOMsm3Leaw/IMG00004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1_dm3z__I/AAAAAAAAACY/NWOMsm3Leaw/s400/IMG00004-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been blessed with many women I can truly call friend. Read all about them in my blog post &lt;a href="http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-behind-wanda.html"&gt;The Women Behind Wanda&lt;/a&gt;. So, then I'll just tell you about the male one here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in 1991 and I was reluctant to talk to him. In 1992 we began our relationship that led to our beautiful daughter being born in 1994. Down the road plans changed but one thing remained true...he's the one I can tell anything and everything to. We share a bond that no one can break, though they may try. From just a look sometimes, to a simple gesture, we know what it means without even saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our ups and downs and while we're no longer that same couple, we share so many things. There were times when I didn't even want to hear his name and he hasn't always communicated completely with me. I guess that's just the story of life, but we always made it through and 19 years later, our friendship has never been stronger. We've grown as we've aged and I look forward to getting to know even more about the person who is my true love, my writing partner, and my bff, Donnell "Covae" Covés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-7572178701222703926?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/7572178701222703926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-my-lobster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7572178701222703926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7572178701222703926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-my-lobster.html' title='He&amp;#39;s my lobster'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1_dm3z__I/AAAAAAAAACY/NWOMsm3Leaw/s72-c/IMG00004-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-1226490606655351961</id><published>2010-08-07T10:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:25:45.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 6...My day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1vWH_VVpI/AAAAAAAAACU/4efKdTu9kcI/food_mouse.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1vWH_VVpI/AAAAAAAAACU/4efKdTu9kcI/s400/food_mouse.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was for yesterday, because I got so busy I forgot to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful, but I chose to stay in being that it was no so hot outside, that made it cooler in the house and more bearable to get some things done. I got up early, caught up on some TV shows I had missed, washed the dishes, made breakfast, and cleaned out my email. After a few more household chores, I had lunch, took a bath, and decided to take a nap. When I awoke, I got an unexpected yet very welcomed phone call and that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my food inventory and entered everything into the My Pantry app (downloadable &lt;a href="http://www.androidzoom.com/android_applications/shopping/my-pantry_gjct.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for any android phone), then wrote down everything that was missing so I know exactly what I need to get from the store. I wish I could just order groceries and have them delivered to my door. I despise grocery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a little TV, then back to bed where I slept very well for the first time in a long time. It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-1226490606655351961?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/1226490606655351961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1226490606655351961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1226490606655351961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TF1vWH_VVpI/AAAAAAAAACU/4efKdTu9kcI/s72-c/food_mouse.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5381314709205673812</id><published>2010-08-05T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:26:12.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 5...my definition of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFt5pONdiNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxFZzPZL7rA/love-is-57-1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFt5pONdiNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxFZzPZL7rA/s400/love-is-57-1995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many types of love... The love we have for our family, friends (near and far), motherly love, brotherly love for which the city of Philadelphia is named that I would like to visit someday, the love one has for their pet or even a favorite object or article of clothing (or shoe lol) all have different meanings. The most prominent type of love that comes to mind for me is the romantic kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many clichés about what the word love means: "love means never having to say you're sorry" or perhaps the beautiful yet simple love is... Cartoons that everyone passes along. My definition of love in any form, is the feeling of a feeling for someone/thing you can't live without. The unconditional... One you'd do anything and give anything for. I've been blessed to have many types of unconditional love in my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5381314709205673812?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5381314709205673812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5381314709205673812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5381314709205673812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFt5pONdiNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mxFZzPZL7rA/s72-c/love-is-57-1995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-6290220701761094083</id><published>2010-08-05T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:29:49.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am nothing without planning, but is it possible to be too organized? I have a list for everything, sometimes multiple lists, a place for everything and everything in its place. It sometimes becomes overwhelming to keep up with them all. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; I've been called an organization freak, obsessive compulsive, and I can't say that I disagree. So, from now on I promise myslef to be more spontaneous. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-6290220701761094083?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/6290220701761094083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-in-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6290220701761094083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6290220701761094083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-in-lists.html' title='My life in lists'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5725225206010794553</id><published>2010-08-04T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:26:37.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 4...what I ate today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>You are what you eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - sausage and cheese on an English muffin, a peach and grapes, a homemade mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - chicken patty sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - leftover salmon, mashed potatoes and corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5725225206010794553?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5725225206010794553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-what-you-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5725225206010794553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5725225206010794553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='You are what you eat?'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8530017288068309771</id><published>2010-08-03T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:27:22.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3...my parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>They taught me different things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've written many blog entries about my mom, so I'll dedicate this one to my "dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got married because my mother was pregnant, her "first time" no less. It was a myth that came true to life. He was a jerk from the beginning as I'm told and they finally got a divorce when I was three. My mother never looked back. My childhood was great. I never wished them back together and though I love my mom, I hoped for more time with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be able to get this when I moved into his house three years ago while he was away in Brazil. He came back and things were good. My daughter was getting to her grandad and I was happy for that. Then, instead of him going back to Brazil with his gf, who is also the same age as me, he brought her and her two daughters to live with us, married her and treated the girls way better than he ever did my sister and I. They eventually took over the house and he asked me and my daughter to leave which I did gladly because his wife was turning me into a person I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That situation taught me two things...I can and will make it living on my own and that my father is exactly who my mother thought he was so many years ago. Had anyone told me I would came out of this with something positive I wouldn't have believed it, but I did. I learned for myself that my "dad" doesn't care anything about me and it only made me stronger because he is the one missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I was dedicating this one to my father, but I couldn't let it pass without saying how thankful I am to my mama for the way she raised me, most times having to be mom and dad and making me the stong, independent woman I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom, with your crazy self :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8530017288068309771?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8530017288068309771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-taught-me-different-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8530017288068309771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8530017288068309771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-taught-me-different-things.html' title='They taught me different things'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2443313533700855152</id><published>2010-08-03T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:27:45.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 2...my first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>He was first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I kind of forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love was a disaster! I don't even want to claim it as a "love". He was a devil worshiping, cheating murderer (no exaggeration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing more to be said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2443313533700855152?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2443313533700855152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-was-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2443313533700855152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2443313533700855152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-was-first.html' title='He was first...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8953934228680404054</id><published>2010-08-01T23:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:29:05.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 1...Introducing ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><title type='text'>I am beautiful, no matter what they say...Simply Wanda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A little late, but still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me, plain and simple, no muss, no fuss, a what you see is what you get kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 34, a single mom just trying to make a better life for me and my daughter. I love hanging with my family, movies, writing and anything musical. I originally started blogging as a way to vent/filter my thoughts, about nothing in particular and anything that came to my mind. Sometimes I may write one sentence or four full paragraphs, just depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't used to like myself on the outside, but the more I look at who I am on the inside, I love ME more and realize the outside isn't as bad as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright, funny, cool, mildly confident...Simply Wanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8953934228680404054?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8953934228680404054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-beautiful-no-matter-what-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8953934228680404054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8953934228680404054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-beautiful-no-matter-what-they.html' title='I am beautiful, no matter what they say...Simply Wanda!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-1663527866992275133</id><published>2010-08-01T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:08:27.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello August</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was my niece's 13th birthday! I can't believe how much she's grown. We had an awesome time celebrating with her. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Today also marks the start of a lot of new things in my life. They will all be revealed in later posts. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My main goal for this month is to finish planning Rajanée's party so I can focus on other things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-1663527866992275133?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/1663527866992275133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1663527866992275133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1663527866992275133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-august.html' title='Hello August'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-646265428377961770</id><published>2010-07-29T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:11:00.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days...30 blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFH8cdd3K_I/AAAAAAAAACM/e8iVb4d_U28/IMAG0006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFH8cdd3K_I/AAAAAAAAACM/e8iVb4d_U28/s400/IMAG0006.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the next few days I will begin a 30 day blog challenge. Each day, beginning August 1, I will post on a different topic (about me). Some information will be duplicates, but I'll try to make it interesting. And since I write whenever the mood strikes me anyway, there will most likely be days with double or triple entries. I plan to make August the best month of my life, no matter what I have to do to make it so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-646265428377961770?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/646265428377961770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days30-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/646265428377961770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/646265428377961770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days30-blogs.html' title='30 days...30 blogs'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TFH8cdd3K_I/AAAAAAAAACM/e8iVb4d_U28/s72-c/IMAG0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2317710129206157788</id><published>2010-07-19T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:39:45.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Through a mosquito's eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hated by everyone, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hovering around day and night,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I risk my life for a meal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your bare sweaty skin attracts me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An animal would be an easy alternative,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But not nearly as sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know you hear me buzzing overhead,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While you sleep I creep in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An ankle is a good spot, or maybe a toe...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can get my fill before the stinging sensation awakes you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But one bite is no longer enough,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The cycle that was chosen for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And just when I'm totally sustained,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thwack! It all ends...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2317710129206157788?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2317710129206157788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/through-mosquito-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2317710129206157788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2317710129206157788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/through-mosquito-eyes.html' title='Through a mosquito&amp;#39;s eyes...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8256215875352764161</id><published>2010-07-16T14:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:04:13.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Slacker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I have been really slacking on my weight loss goals. I try to eat right, but I have an occassional set back. I haven't been doing my weekly menus or food inventory for about a month now. I have all these apps on my phone that are supposed to help me keep track of everything and they do work. But truth be told, I havent been using them because I got discouraged looking at the numbers on the scale and started thinking whats the point. I havent exercised in a while, other than walking, mainly because I dont have the space, but its really no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We all fall off the wagon sometimes but I'm determined to get back on. I know Friday is a weird day to start a plan, but if I dont do it today, tomorrow will never come. So, I will get my menu planned this afternoon, finish my inventory which I started on Wednesday and not pay attention to the numbers anymore, which I've said in the past but now I gotta stick to it. Healthy is my main goal and I wont let that go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8256215875352764161?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8256215875352764161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8256215875352764161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8256215875352764161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/slacker.html' title='Slacker!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2182345483119035481</id><published>2010-07-14T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:28:09.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>An Overwhelming Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TD4PxkbwRuI/AAAAAAAAACI/5xXWETXgZK0/An%20Overwhelming%20Update_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TD4PxkbwRuI/AAAAAAAAACI/5xXWETXgZK0/An%20Overwhelming%20Update_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since my last post I've been through a lot of things, some good, some bad, some indifferent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I once again had something taken from me with no regard. Material things are replaceable, but the fact that someone stole from me, someone who I more than likely see on a regular basis, just hurts. I asked myself why me? Why do bad things keep happening to me? Then I thought, maybe its not me. Some people are just evil, but I cant think that way either because God says love thine ememies too. He knows my heart. I do whatever I can for everyone around me and that does not go unnoticed. So, I just had to take a step back and look at it that way. The person who stole from me will not prosper. God will take care of them just as he will take care of me in the opposite way. I was, am and will continue to be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have still not moved but I am patient. The plans are set in motion and everything will hopefully come to pass.&amp;#160; I know I will not be dissapointed. My finances aren't the greatest, but I've come too far to turn back now. If I could handle living at my "dads" paying the bills on top of all the other stresses, being on my own should be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work is work, but I'm now laid off for a few weeks. Maybe the break is just what I need. Away from the stresses that my job can sometimes cause. I miss my supervisor and I know she needs me there, but we both decided that I would not work for free, so here I stay until I am able to get paid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My writing has fallen by the wayside for many reasons, but I plan to rectify that soon. With my "new" writing partner who is also my best friend, I have back and while I'd love for there to be more, I'm putting the relationship in God's hands. I had missed the communication we used to share, from a kind word to a listening ear to just a simple gesture that let us know we cared. I will never let that go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rajane&amp;#233; will be having her sweet 16 birthday party this year and plans are underway. Its hard to believe my baby is all grown up now. We're going to have a masquerade themed party and I hope it is the best party ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love is a beautiful thing, revelations are awesome, prayer changes things and he just might be MY lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2182345483119035481?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2182345483119035481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/overwhelming-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2182345483119035481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2182345483119035481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/07/overwhelming-update.html' title='An Overwhelming Update'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TD4PxkbwRuI/AAAAAAAAACI/5xXWETXgZK0/s72-c/An%20Overwhelming%20Update_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-7279159040797252360</id><published>2010-06-19T04:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:52:35.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><title type='text'>Things Mama Taught Me (borrowed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I'm sure we can all relate to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things My Mother Taught Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me LOGIC...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can't go to the store with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me MEDICINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they're going to freeze that way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me ESP...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your sweater on; don't you think that I know when you're cold?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you... Don't talk back to me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me HUMOR...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me ABOUT SEX...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you think you got here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me about GENETICS...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are just like your father!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me about my ROOTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Do you think you were born in a barn?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get to be my age, you will understand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Just wait until your father gets home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mother taught me about RECEIVING...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to get it when we get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And my all time favorite thing - JUSTICE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU..then you'll see what it's like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-7279159040797252360?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/7279159040797252360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-mama-taught-me-borrowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7279159040797252360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7279159040797252360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-mama-taught-me-borrowed.html' title='Things Mama Taught Me (borrowed)'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8181193781451739479</id><published>2010-06-09T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:24:19.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A recipe for Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken Hash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TA-j86XFl5I/AAAAAAAAACA/aRkF6fC6SgE/s1600/Chicken+Hash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TA-j86XFl5I/AAAAAAAAACA/aRkF6fC6SgE/s200/Chicken+Hash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480779538386753426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 to 3 boneless skinless chicken breasts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 red bell pepper&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 green bell pepper&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 red or white onion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 pound (give or take) red skinned potatoes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 lemon, juiced&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 tbsp garlic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;1 cup chicken broth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Olive oil&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Prep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Cut the peppers and onions into strips, I like to cut them the long way, then again in half&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Season the chicken with salt and pepper, it also helps to cut them in half as well&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Cut the potatoes in half moon shapes and boil just until tender (this cuts down on the cooking time later). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Cooking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;While the potatoes are boiling, coat the bottom of a large skillet with olive oil, add the peppers and cook for about 3 to 4 minutes, then add the onions and garlic, season with salt and pepper. Cook until the veggies are tender.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Push them to one side of the skillet, add a touch more olive oil, then add the chicken, brown on one side, then flip. Squeeze the lemon juice over the chicken AND the pepper/onion mixture. Remove the peppers from the pan and set aside. Add the chicken broth to the skillet. Cook the chicken for 4 to 5 minutes more. By this time the potatoes should be done. Drain them, remove the chicken from the pan and set it aside. Add the potatoes to the pan, with a touch more olive oil and arrange in a single layer (if possible). Cook until brown and crispy, turning occasionally to your tastes. Cut the chicken breasts in strips or cubes, and return everything to the skillet, stir and heat through. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Top with cheese and/or sour cream and enjoy!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes add mushrooms to mine as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TA-jbkDZcGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dDt1bDdcXtQ/s1600/Chicken+Hash.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8181193781451739479?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8181193781451739479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/recipe-for-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8181193781451739479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8181193781451739479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/recipe-for-wednesday.html' title='A recipe for Wednesday...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/TA-j86XFl5I/AAAAAAAAACA/aRkF6fC6SgE/s72-c/Chicken+Hash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4464970920883565539</id><published>2010-06-09T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:14:39.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me baby or leave me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another one borrowed from a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I might not be the most beautiful or the sexiest...&lt;br /&gt;Nor have the perfect body...&lt;br /&gt;I might not be anyone's first choice, But I am a GREAT choice,&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to be someone else...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am too good at being ME..&lt;br /&gt;I might not be proud of some of the things I've done ..&lt;br /&gt;but I am proud of who I am today. Take me as I am or don't take me, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4464970920883565539?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4464970920883565539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-me-baby-or-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4464970920883565539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4464970920883565539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/take-me-baby-or-leave-me.html' title='Take me baby or leave me...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-857633726757609024</id><published>2010-06-04T22:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:14:39.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Sing for your Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color ="#a200ff"&gt;&lt;font color ="#0007ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you hold a tune? I think I'm a pretty good songstress or at least I used to be. My musical "career" has been all over the place. It started in the junior high choir for which I had to give up typing class to join, then on to high school choir with a simultaneous spot in the church's youth choir. A stint in a community choir while in college, then, believe it or not...backup singer in a band! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color ="#a200ff"&gt;&lt;font color ="#0007ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was 22, and my sister's then boyfriend played guitar for a controversial group of people which included an alcoholic drummer (not so rare right), an "I'm too sexy for my shirt" keyboard player and a smoking lead singer. I don't mean smoking as in hot, sexy beauty but rather that she smoked at least two packs a day, which would most likely account for the fact that she couldn't get the simplest of songs right, but it was HER band, so who were we to complain. I had two or three solos, but the one that sticks out the most is 'I saw the sign' which I sang twice (as an oncore request by some drunken men lol) at a small bar in a far away place I don't even remember. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color ="#a200ff"&gt;&lt;font color ="#0007ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That was a long time ago, but lately I've been missing my musical side. I'm thinking about joining another community choir or just recording a few things of my own to satisfy my longing for song.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-857633726757609024?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/857633726757609024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/sing-for-your-supper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/857633726757609024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/857633726757609024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/sing-for-your-supper.html' title='Sing for your Supper'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-405874231162639077</id><published>2010-06-02T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:35:32.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry'/><title type='text'>No Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;Borrowed from Tammi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Calligraphy';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; "&gt;When we worry, we make problems bigger that what they really are. Instead, of worrying, accept whatever you have no control over, prepare whatever you can and choose happiness instead of worry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-405874231162639077?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/405874231162639077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/405874231162639077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/405874231162639077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-worry.html' title='No Worry'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5947119692004956496</id><published>2010-06-01T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:49:39.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Hello June!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:X1IlYv652ONdaM:http://www.solarwindenergys.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/stylish_sun5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 131px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:X1IlYv652ONdaM:http://www.solarwindenergys.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/stylish_sun5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.solarwindenergys.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/stylish_sun5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A new day of a new month marks the beginning of ME getting my life back on track...my weight, my work, my writing, my move and everything in between. We are at the halfway mark for 2010 and I feel like I haven't accomplished anything.  My yearly plan has fallen by the wayside and I can't really answer the question as to why.  I felt stuck, but not anymore.  I am embracing the changes that will occur in my life.  I am happy to see the warm weather and shed some clothes. This month will be productive because I won't let it be anything but that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I picked a sun as the picture for this post for two reasons...1. Summer is just around the corner and I will welcome it with open arms, and 2. I have been told I have a sunny disposition on many occasions, although I haven't been showing it much lately. So, now is the time to get back to who I know I am and put into motion what should have happened already.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5947119692004956496?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5947119692004956496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5947119692004956496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5947119692004956496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-june.html' title='Hello June!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-7474347022131934037</id><published>2010-05-29T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:20:20.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Random things that irritate me (pt. 2)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;People who talk about how others look when they aint the cutest themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Women who get all holier than thou about premarital sex now that they're married/engaged when they were just getting it on last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;People who cuss at their kids for no reason at all...IN PUBLIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEENAGERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Women who wear sandals and don't even bother to wash their caveman looking feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The fact that I don't have air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When people don't use yeah and yay properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bad grammar in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So-called digital TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOREIGNERS!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sure I will add more as my week progresses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-7474347022131934037?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/7474347022131934037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-that-irritate-me-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7474347022131934037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/7474347022131934037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-that-irritate-me-pt-2.html' title='Random things that irritate me (pt. 2)...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2729574663036456013</id><published>2010-05-22T14:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:42:07.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Women behind Wanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S_glgDqKzaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zu0x3apMY9M/The%20Women%20behind%20Wanda_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S_glgDqKzaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zu0x3apMY9M/The%20Women%20behind%20Wanda_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 240px height: 320px; " height="320px" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama, with whom it all began, a name that speaks volumes with no more being said. We've had our ups and downs, but through it all I know nobody loves me more. I hope to always make her proud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grandma, the woman who has been there for me when nobody else was. She knows what I need without me even saying a word. Tough love was not in her vocabulary but she definitely loved hard. It is she who taught me to never settle for less than I'm worth and always remember where I came from.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peachey...no words can ever express what you have brought to my life. If I hadn't given your brother my number at that skating party so many years ago, I'd probably not even know you and now I can't imagine my life without you in it. We couldn't be any closer if we were siamese twins.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Khilida...you're the only one I can not talk to for any amount of time and it's like we just spoke yesterday. We've both grown up quite a bit, but those days of hanging out at Hart Plaza and dressing in the same clothes are forever etched in my heart. The term bff doesn't begin to sum up our ever lasting relationship.  I know you'll always have my back and trust that I'll always have yours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darran, whose always looked out for me. You not only took me on, but my daughter as well. We lost touch for a while, but fate brought us back together and I couldn't be happier to be working with you again. My supervisor, my idol, role model and friend. You'll always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anita...we have more in common than I think even we both realized. I am so happy to call you friend. You truly are my "sister from another mister".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wendy, whose always had my best interests at heart and knows what I need to hear before I even ask the question...you'll always be that special person I admire for so many reasons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voni, from the moment we "met" I knew you were one lady I always wanted in my corner. You have inspired me in ways I didn't even know were possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lizzy...I never thought I'd find a friend so far away whom I'd confide in as much as you. Thank you for always being my crying shoulder and listening ear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carol...what can I say, girl we've been through some rough stuff, but you never let it get you down. You give me hope in more ways than one and I'm so glad you chose ME to be in YOUR circle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bethany...we met at Church, no more fitting place, for God doesn't make mistakes and I'm so glad he brought us together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Katherine...we found our way back to each other and I'm so glad we did. Nobody lifts my spirits the way you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kellie...who would've thought a group could bring so many people together. You've entrusted me with so much and never regretted that decision. I am so proud of how you've taken your life in the right direction and you've inspired me to do the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TammyD...no matter how rough life gets for you, you're always there to lend kind words to someone else. That is a rare quality and I'm glad to have been on the receiving end of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genise...I've known you so long I don't even remember how we first started our friendship. But, I am so glad we did. I only wish we lived closer so I could give you all the support you need. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tracey...You've been more to me than I think even you realize. I know your faith in friendship is shakey, but I'm glad you gave me the chance to brighten your day and I'll be there for you as long as you want me to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all my real family, my aunts, cousins and my only bio sister Michelle...we lost some time through no fault of our own, but I love you greatly and pray that our relationships are forever unchanged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I couldn't mention everyone, but please know this is in no way a reflection of you not being a very important part of my life. I thank God every day that I am surrounded by so many wonderful people who love me for ME and I greatly return the sentiment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2729574663036456013?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2729574663036456013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-behind-wanda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2729574663036456013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2729574663036456013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-behind-wanda.html' title='The Women behind Wanda'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S_glgDqKzaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zu0x3apMY9M/s72-c/The%20Women%20behind%20Wanda_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-3983485617515031652</id><published>2010-05-19T08:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:24:15.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><title type='text'>I have decided...</title><content type='html'>As I typed this title it reminded me of a song I used to sing in Vacation Bible School...'I have decided to follow Jesus' and although that wasn't the original thought of my post, it does kind of symbolize the direction of my life right now. I've been so focused on doing what I thought I wanted and not listening to what God told me to do, but recently found out that following his way is always the RIGHT way. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real reason for this post is about my weight. It has been an ongoing struggle for the past year and I know a lot of that has to do with the fact that I don't get enough exercise, which will change once I move, but that is a slow going process as well. So, from this day on I will not focus on numbers anymore, a statement I have made before and didn't stick to. I am going to continue to eat right and if the pounds drop, so be it, but if not I will not stress anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-3983485617515031652?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/3983485617515031652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3983485617515031652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3983485617515031652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-decided.html' title='I have decided...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8508228079961444421</id><published>2010-05-12T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:11:48.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn off the TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nIgm-bwtQcNGnM:http://brettberk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/glee_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 124px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nIgm-bwtQcNGnM:http://brettberk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/glee_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brettberk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/glee_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brettberk.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/glee_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;I know we all love our favorite programs (GLEE is my fav of the moment), but sometimes we do spend way too much time in front of the tube.  Aside from it taking away from exercising, i.e. couch potato syndrome, starring at the screen for hours on end drains your eyes and your energy in general, which makes you tired and you lay down and just watch even more TV.  It's a never ending cycle. The list below was borrowed from a member of my "Staying Healthy" group...&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thepictureofhealth/"&gt;Picture of Health&lt;/a&gt;. Please check it out if you're interested. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;Turn off the TV, and…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Learn about native trees and flowers in your area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Plan a picnic or barbecue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Go bird watching. Learn names of local birds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Walk the dog. Wash the dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Plant a garden. Work in your garden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Take a nature hike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Feed fish or birds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Watch the night sky through binoculars; identify different constellations. Observe the moon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Learn to use a compass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Take photographs and then organize them into an album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Do yard work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Go Camping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Take an early morning walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Climb a tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Watch a sunset; watch the sunrise with a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px; "&gt;Turn off the TV, and…Part 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Listen to the radio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Write an article or story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Paint a picture, a mural or a room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Write to the President, your Representative or Senator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Read a book. Read to someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Learn to change the oil or a tire on a car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Write a letter to a friend or relative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Make cookies, bread or jam and share with a neighbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Read magazines or newspapers. Swap them with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Go through your closets and donate items to Goodwill, the Salvation Army or a local rummage sale. Have a garage sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Start a diary or journal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Play cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Make crafts to give as gifts. Try a new craft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Do a crossword puzzle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Save money! Cancel your cable TV!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Learn about a different culture. Have an international dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Teach a child some of your favorite childhood games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Study sign-language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Write a letter to your favorite author.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Cook dinner with friends or family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Make cards for holidays or birthdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Play chess, bridge or checkers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Play charades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Have a cup of coffee and a conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Repair or refinish a piece of furniture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Make a wooden flower box.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Wake up early and make pancakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px; "&gt;Read a favorite poem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8508228079961444421?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8508228079961444421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/turn-off-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8508228079961444421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8508228079961444421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/turn-off-tv.html' title='Turn off the TV!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-1513639943781261705</id><published>2010-05-11T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:06:05.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your sleep position reveal about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sleep is important and everything we do reveals something about us. This article encompasses the two and I found it very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/what-does-your-sleep-position-reveal-about-your-personality-1338293/"&gt;What does your sleep position reveal about your personality? - Healthy Living on Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-1513639943781261705?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/what-does-your-sleep-position-reveal-about-your-personality-1338293/' title='What does your sleep position reveal about you?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/1513639943781261705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-your-sleep-position-reveal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1513639943781261705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/1513639943781261705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-your-sleep-position-reveal.html' title='What does your sleep position reveal about you?'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-6452266109238090933</id><published>2010-05-07T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:29:29.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Oh what a difference a day makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n240637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n240637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin Hell Week...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the day when all our new students come in to take their placement exam and get the info they need for starting classes at our institute, wasn't as bad as I had originally anticipated, actually got to leave around 3:30 and didn't encounter too much drama or stupid people.  Rajanee and I went and ate Sushi (my favorite thing) and a had a good time together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was an awesome day (other than a little rain). I worked long and hard, but for some reason it didn't bother me. I went and picked out Mother's day cards, which seemed like it took forever, but I enjoyed it. An email of a lovely house made me happy and may become my new home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;afternoon...ALL hell breaks loose and it was enough for the entire week! This was registration day for the students and surprisingly that is not where the drama was. We didn't get as many students as I thought we would, so it was a pretty serene day considering previous semesters.  So, as the day is winding down and the students are leaving, I decide it is a good time to do some of the work I couldn't do in the morning. I have an excel file that is shared between myself and my supervisor, it contains all the information about incoming students' applications and all the processes involved.  It is housed on a server that is run by the University (apparently). Somehow the damn thing crashed while neither of us was even in it! I was also unable to get into my grade database and now nobody in the department can either. Everybody is freaking out! Now, comes the real problem...my phone was plugged into the computer at the same time and whatever happened fried my memory card.  I tried everything I knew of to retrieve the data, but nothing worked. I finally realized that the only thing I could do was to reformat the card, and even that was a task. I tried three different ways, multiple times and two hours later it finally worked, but I lost EVERTHING! I had to reinstall all my applications, data and try to remember the notes and writings I had saved.  I am still not even half way done with the restoration. But, I tried not to let it get me down. I ate some subway, took a bath and went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; brought a new day and a new sense of optimism came with it.  It was so funny that we now have an administrative block on our computers at work and nobody can download anything without getting our IT department's approval.  It doesn't affect me in the slightest. Sucks to be them, but I'm alright.  I went to parent/teacher conference and Rajanee was happy, because she now has her cellphone back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is here and I am ready for the weekend! Happy Mother's Day to all the lovely moms who have touched my life in so many ways.  Thank you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-6452266109238090933?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/6452266109238090933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-what-difference-day-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6452266109238090933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/6452266109238090933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-what-difference-day-makes.html' title='Oh what a difference a day makes!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-178370125584050853</id><published>2010-05-04T08:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:42:54.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Random things that irritate me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;In no particular order (and some I don't even know why)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* boys/men wearing skinny jeans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* boys "sagging" (showing ya ass aint cute)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* loud people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* mya and miguel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* girls dressing like little tramps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* people who "friend" you on facebook, then never say a word to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* waiting all day on a package that doesnt arrive until evening&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* people calling me to ask the same question I just answered 5 minutes ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mcdonald's doesnt carry the chicken biscuit anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ATMs that charge a "service fee"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* stupid people&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cameroonians&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my grandma moving my stuff!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* being late for anything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* kids talking about weed and thinking its cool&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* people with ugly feet who wear cute shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bad weaves&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* skinny people thinking they can't have a heart attack or get diabetes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN AMERICA AND DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=42.35449969768524,-83.07306110858917"&gt;John C Lodge, Detroit, MI 48202, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-178370125584050853?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/178370125584050853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-that-irritate-me.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/178370125584050853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/178370125584050853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-things-that-irritate-me.html' title='Random things that irritate me...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-5744346576093791347</id><published>2010-05-01T21:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:17:59.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAT'/><title type='text'>Rub a dub dub go my thighs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I finally realized why my shoes were always worn down on the outside, well actually its just my left shoe. My right is worn on the inside. See I have fallen arches and I'm pigoen toed. I had to wear buster brown shoes through 2nd grade. They were hideous and didn't do a darn thing for my feet. Then the doc tells my mom that if she has put my shoes on the wrong feet when I was a baby (before I started walking) then they would've been straight. Well, how the heck was she supposed to know how my feet were going to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, back to the rubbing thighs...I didn't think much of my waddle until now. As I was going through some boxes in my basement today, I noticed that all of my shoes had the same rubbed off pattern on the heals. So, it seems that those of us with fat thighs can't help leaning to the sides because our feet never touch. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, for my love of shoes I vow to get rid of these thighs once and for all! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=42.415326833724976,-83.07611346244812"&gt;13945 Goddard St, Detroit, MI 48212, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Posted via Blogaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-5744346576093791347?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/5744346576093791347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rub-dub-dub-go-my-thighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5744346576093791347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/5744346576093791347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/05/rub-dub-dub-go-my-thighs.html' title='Rub a dub dub go my thighs'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4001777404821147202</id><published>2010-04-24T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:14:41.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overwhelming decisions'/><title type='text'>So much to do...so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:7RfC6mhNMUV39M:http://medicblog999.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/thinking-outside-the-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 103px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:7RfC6mhNMUV39M:http://medicblog999.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/thinking-outside-the-box.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move...there's so much I have to pack and organize, which I did when I first moved back in with my grandma, but the longer I stayed, the more stuff got unpacked and unorganized and now I'm overwhelmed. My scanning project was put on hold, which means I have many binders and books of recipes left to be digitized. I still have to find a house, which has been a task in itself. Price, amenities and location are all in consideration. I don't want to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to be cleaned and condensed. Every time I get ready to do it, something gets in the way. Perhaps I need to just take a week and do everything I need to do and nothing else in between. I may not even find time to eat, which might not necessarily be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still debating whether or not to go back to school, which requires picking a program, deciding whether or not to retake my prerequites, not to mention another financial burden. I have weighed the pros and cons and it seems that almost everything is in favor of doing it, but the specifics are still clouding my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there were more than 24 hours in a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4001777404821147202?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4001777404821147202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-doso-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4001777404821147202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4001777404821147202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-doso-little-time.html' title='So much to do...so little time.'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2973165302586310248</id><published>2010-04-21T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:25:19.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Surrogates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8809sbzV_I/AAAAAAAAABs/IvbrsoF7FQ0/s1600/MV5BMjEzMTU5OTY0Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDA0NjA3Mg@@._V1._SX94_SY140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8809sbzV_I/AAAAAAAAABs/IvbrsoF7FQ0/s320/MV5BMjEzMTU5OTY0Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDA0NjA3Mg@@._V1._SX94_SY140_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462643107528136690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I just watched this movie last week, and I must say it got me thinking...what would we do if we could have a "surrogate" to go out into the world and do the things we really didn't want to do? It could look like we want to look, never age, never gain weight, even change sex if we so chose. Would you do it? Could you stay strapped into a chair in your home or an office and never see the outside world?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The movie itself was pretty good with a very surprising, yet predictable ending. Our technology is so great now that it might not be long before we actually see something like this come to life. If you haven't seen it, check out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0986263/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2973165302586310248?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2973165302586310248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/surrogates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2973165302586310248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2973165302586310248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/surrogates.html' title='Surrogates'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8809sbzV_I/AAAAAAAAABs/IvbrsoF7FQ0/s72-c/MV5BMjEzMTU5OTY0Ml5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDA0NjA3Mg@@._V1._SX94_SY140_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-2070877337041057990</id><published>2010-04-20T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:02:03.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Why I Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;At any given moment of any day I could have a million thoughts running through my head. Its ok to keep them there, but what fun would that be. I have so many outlets now it helps to keep me from going into mental overload. My blog has no theme, its just me. One day you may get a recipe, the next a heartfelt poem or just the events of my day. A picture may accompany the post or maybe not.&amp;#160; Some of my greatest moments in life are spent writing, most often about nothing in particular.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being a part of my wondering and wandering (at times) mind. &amp;#160; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-2070877337041057990?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/2070877337041057990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2070877337041057990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/2070877337041057990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-blog.html' title='Why I Blog...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4995175478506928735</id><published>2010-04-17T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:56:34.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shoe-a-holic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8os8aJLe1I/AAAAAAAAABk/SgxwuV6Dqwk/s1600/Bow+sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8os8aJLe1I/AAAAAAAAABk/SgxwuV6Dqwk/s320/Bow+sandals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461226914461743954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A fitting title for my blog which didn't make the cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have previously bought shoes similar to ones I already own. I've bought shoes that I loved but didn't  have clothes to go with them. I have shoes I've never even worn. I would tell how many, but I truly do not know.  My feet are also changing.  Shoes I once loved don't fit the same or rub in a different spot, maybe its time to give them up?  Now I'm looking for this pair in the picture, which are $34.99 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrostyle.com/clothing/Blossom-Flat-by-Bijou.aspx?PfId=193151&amp;amp;DeptId=8902&amp;amp;ProductTypeId=1&amp;amp;PurchaseType=0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.metrostyle.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. I refuse to pay that much for a flower, some straps and no heel.  Because no matter how much I love shoes, I'm still frugal lol.  I have checked ebay and found one similar, but it looks cheaply made to me.  I looked high and low on other sites, but all lead me back to metrostyle.  I think I will just have to go to cutesygirl, one of my favorite shoe sites and get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cutesygirl.com/Sunny_Feet_Darling61-PID37517-MID360169.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;! There's so many cute colors to choose from. But, first I should check my inventory to make sure I don't already have some :-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4995175478506928735?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4995175478506928735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions-of-shoe-holic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4995175478506928735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4995175478506928735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions-of-shoe-holic.html' title='Confessions of a Shoe-a-holic'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8os8aJLe1I/AAAAAAAAABk/SgxwuV6Dqwk/s72-c/Bow+sandals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8148197328118758743</id><published>2010-04-15T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:57:25.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betrayal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><title type='text'>Forgiving my Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About a year ago I was hurt beyond belief by who is now known only to me as "sperm donor". I will spare you the details as most of you reading this already know anyway. Through the support of my family and friends I have come to realize that I need to let go of this grudge for my own sanity. He will never know of my decision, this is strictly for ME! God knows my heart and to preserve my relationship with him, I must forgive my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8148197328118758743?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8148197328118758743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgiving-my-father.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8148197328118758743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8148197328118758743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgiving-my-father.html' title='Forgiving my Father'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-3232324391957553521</id><published>2010-04-12T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:52:51.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Turkey Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8OySBnFrUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OLA39Nro4tI/The%20Perfect%20Turkey%20Sandwich_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;It starts with soft rye bread slathered with a butter spread (I like land o lakes butter with canola oil). Then layer in this order...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dijon Mustard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few pieces of your favorite sliced turkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A slice of American cheese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One roasted red pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More turkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A slice of provolone (or swiss) cheese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few slices of avocado sprinkled with lemon pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top with the other slice of bread and grill, preferrably on the George Foreman grill until the cheese melts and nice grill marks form. Enjoy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-3232324391957553521?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/3232324391957553521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-turkey-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3232324391957553521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3232324391957553521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-turkey-sandwich.html' title='The Perfect Turkey Sandwich'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S8OySBnFrUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OLA39Nro4tI/s72-c/The%20Perfect%20Turkey%20Sandwich_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-8800479408815886703</id><published>2010-04-09T19:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:19:07.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reconnecting with Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color ="#ff1600"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color ="#da00ff"&gt;My mother gets on my nerves more often than not, but yesterday something strange happened. We went to the mall, along with my daughter and to my surprise, SHE was happy to be with me. I was irritated at first, but by the end of the day I had come around and remembered the woman I love who used to take me anywhere and I was happy to go.&amp;nbsp; I also couldn't believe how friendly she is to other people too, which is the total opposite of me now. She bought us lunch, cussed out an unattentive waiter (who deserved it btw) and I just thought...that's my Mama! She gave me some much needed skillets and a pot she had at her house and even gave me a hug and kiss before she went home. Even more shocking was her phone call this morning to say how much she enjoyed our time together.&amp;nbsp; I felt happy, if only for a moment...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color ="#da00ff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-8800479408815886703?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/8800479408815886703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/reconnecting-with-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8800479408815886703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/8800479408815886703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/reconnecting-with-mama.html' title='Reconnecting with Mama'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-3721785707771540044</id><published>2010-04-07T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:10:00.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduate Degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physician&apos;s Assistant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Just a few thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I was just thinking...way back when I started college in 1993 I applied for a job in a building called Scott Hall, but I didn't take it because I thought it was too far to walk from class to work (we didn't have a shuttle then). Little did I know that this building was associated with the Medical school, which is the field in which I was originally to do my studies.  I wanted to be a pediatrician for as long as I can remember, but somewhere along my journey that dream got cast away.  So, yesterday I went to an information session in the school of pharmacy, which just so happens to be right next door to Scott Hall...hmmmm. So, my mind starts wondering, what if I had taken that job, what if I had started Grad school right after I got my BA, what if I had known about the Physician's Assistant program while I was doing my undergrad? Maybe I could've taken the prerequisites or done better on the ones I have, not that its any excuse for not having the GPA the program requires. But, I just wonder how different would my life have been? Is this just another thought wasted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-3721785707771540044?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/3721785707771540044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-few-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3721785707771540044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3721785707771540044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-few-thoughts.html' title='Just a few thoughts...'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-4230199266204209503</id><published>2010-04-06T00:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:35:29.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Foods of my Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S7tFtD1nhYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ITMG_KanRxI/s1600/513J69RYD5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S7tFtD1nhYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ITMG_KanRxI/s320/513J69RYD5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457032013916112258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A healthy lifestyle is what I'm striving for now. My tastebuds have changed so much. I dont like popcorn or eggs or even fried chicken and I absolutely despise ramen noodles. Somewhere along the road I lost the kool-aid and jolly ranchers and I know I'm better for it, but I sure would love some real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; sour patch kids, not these sugary substitutes they're making now that cost a dollar a bag for not even as much as I could get for a quarter back then. They have these nostalgia boxes now for sale online, I think I might get one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nostalgic-Candy-Assortment-Gift-Box/dp/B0001QYYVO"&gt;Cheap Nostalgia Box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-4230199266204209503?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/4230199266204209503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/foods-of-my-childhood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4230199266204209503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/4230199266204209503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/foods-of-my-childhood.html' title='Foods of my Childhood'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoTrmZz4Uyg/S7tFtD1nhYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ITMG_KanRxI/s72-c/513J69RYD5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570438137763882526.post-3139269021686919189</id><published>2010-04-04T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:34:07.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction.'/><title type='text'>Resurrection  Day is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How fitting that I would create my blog on this day and I feel resurrected in doing so. Its been a long time coming and I'm glad I finally did it. I've had a hard life the past two years, but God has seen me through and I know I don't thank him nearly enough. I have lots of thoughts in my head so look for more coming soon. Happy Easter to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570438137763882526-3139269021686919189?l=wandanomics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/feeds/3139269021686919189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection-day-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3139269021686919189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2570438137763882526/posts/default/3139269021686919189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wandanomics.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection-day-is-here.html' title='Resurrection  Day is here!'/><author><name>Wanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06026987732648871193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaGBJ3jjAzM/TzBEhWG50vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zzge2cN5078/s220/Wanda%2BHeadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
