<?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-10841378</id><updated>2012-04-12T14:48:30.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brainxplosion</title><subtitle type='html'>rants and ramblings from the mind of a legal alien</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114849984497006636</id><published>2006-05-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:44:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>Hi! What are you still doing here? Don't you know that all the cool people are now over at &lt;a href="http://www.girlwithgreencard.blogspot.com/"&gt;girlwithgreencard&lt;/a&gt;? Go ahead, click it! It won't hurt, I promise! See y'all over there! Wheeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114849984497006636?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114849984497006636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114849984497006636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114849984497006636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114849984497006636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114774016217418651</id><published>2006-05-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:42:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's okay, I'll speak SLOWLY</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;There's something I need you to do. It's easy enough, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;READ ALL THE DIRECTIONS FIRST, OKAY?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scroll down and watch the "Evolution of Dance" Video.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 wisely invested minutes and I just wouldn't feel right if you didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you've recovered from the laughing, you may watch it again. It's okay, I'll wait here while you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then, read about how awesome &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-died-and-died-again-because.html"&gt;my husband&lt;/a&gt; is. I KNOW! Pretty awesome, huh?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whan that's done, and ONLY AFTER you have read those two VERY IMPORTANT POSTS, you may click &lt;a href="http://girlwithgreencard.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114774016217418651?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114774016217418651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114774016217418651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114774016217418651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114774016217418651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-okay-ill-speak-slowly.html' title='it&apos;s okay, I&apos;ll speak SLOWLY'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114772414622404239</id><published>2006-05-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:15:46.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just died and died again because happy! happy!</title><content type='html'>Hi there, Internet!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you some news.&lt;br /&gt;1. D. and I tricked &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/introducing-crapbox.html"&gt;crap box&lt;/a&gt; into letting us install the Microsoft Office.&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents are coming back from their national park trip tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm graduating officially this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Ducks swept Colorado off the ice. HAHAHA! This means WESTERN CONFERENCE FINALS, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;5. Tickets for the next two home games went on sale Saturday at 12pm. At 1:30pm, when I thought to look for tickets, there were no two seats next to each other for either of the games available. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;6. I just got the following email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sonja,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am presuming that your parents will want to pack Sunday night (May&lt;br /&gt;21st). I envision us being at JP Getty Museum from 11-5. On our return&lt;br /&gt;home, I envision dropping you off at the Mighty Ducks Anaheim Pond for&lt;br /&gt;Game 2 of the Western Conference Finals and taking your parents home to&lt;br /&gt;pack. I will drive back to pick you up when the game is finished. I will be with you in spirit listening on the Internet with my cell phone handy for major hurrrahhhh moments. I think you should go for this. This is part of you graduation gift, but I&lt;br /&gt;thought you needed to know in advance. I love you bunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114772414622404239?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114772414622404239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114772414622404239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114772414622404239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114772414622404239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-died-and-died-again-because.html' title='I just died and died again because happy! happy!'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114764266664673767</id><published>2006-05-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:48:57.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comedic genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click and view the magic that is The Evolution of Dance. You'll thank me right around the time you hear YMCA (or sooner). You can find more info about Judson Laipply on his &lt;a href="http://www.lifeischange.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114764266664673767?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114764266664673767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114764266664673767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114764266664673767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114764266664673767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/comedic-genius.html' title='comedic genius'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114748127135559420</id><published>2006-05-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:52:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing... crapbox</title><content type='html'>Remember when I said &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-with-vengance-or-maybebly-just.html"&gt;I'd tell you about my computer&lt;/a&gt; eating my yummy data? Here you have it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/1600/computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/200/computer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my computer started making charming sounds, sort of like somebody holding a thin stick into a moving bicycle wheel  ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. Hmpf, I thought and tried to shut it down. It refused, so I turned it off manually to show that machine who's boss. As it turns out, boss wasn't me... and when I turned it back on, it had reset itself to some sort of sorry excuse of its factory settings.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the honor of reformatting it. My favorite part of that process (ha!) is where you get to assign the computer a name. My PC has been Nemo and Frodo (because we're nerds, that's why).&lt;br /&gt;The name it got today is Crapbox. That'll show him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114748127135559420?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114748127135559420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114748127135559420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114748127135559420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114748127135559420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/introducing-crapbox.html' title='introducing... crapbox'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114738315118486159</id><published>2006-05-11T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:32:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name that, uh, thing</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about revamping this website for a while now. As you can see, I haven't actually &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; anything yet, but that's because I can't think of a name. I've outgrown "brainxplosion," but instead of exploding with new names, my brain is empty. BUT since you are great audience participation night participators and smart, funny people, I figured I'd assign this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAME ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. don't censor yourself - comment with your idea even if you think it's lame-ish-like&lt;br /&gt;2. if you can come up with a name AND a tagline, I might just love you forever&lt;br /&gt;3. don't be shy - participate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114738315118486159?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114738315118486159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114738315118486159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114738315118486159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114738315118486159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/name-that-uh-thing.html' title='name that, uh, thing'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114723516708992861</id><published>2006-05-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:26:07.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regarding TV</title><content type='html'>Because lists are gloriously wonderful things, here's one of the stuff I've watched on TV lately. And yes, they are stupid shows. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seventh Heaven. WAIT WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN! This is not what it looks like! I only watched this episode becuase I knew that it was the last one EVER. I subjected myself to the torture of the insipid dialogue (that was in awfulness only surpassed by the abominable acting) to celebrate the fact that FINALLY somebody came to their senses and put a stop to this madness.&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say: It is beyond the usual level of cheesieness (and that's really a compliment, in a very twisted way) to have three girls pregnant with twins at the same time. FAR beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everwood. Hmm. I loved how Hannah got her anger out. Otherwise kind of a hmmm episode - I'm starting to be very annoyed by the constant regurgitation of the hints at a romantic Ephram-Amy and Andy-Nina connection. That so Dawson's Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gilmore Girls. Someone help me because I think the Palladinos are trying to kill me. I don't want to spoil it for TiVoers, but Holy. Mackerel. I'm shaking a little bit, I believe, because... argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114723516708992861?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114723516708992861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114723516708992861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114723516708992861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114723516708992861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/regarding-tv.html' title='regarding TV'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114720277781487499</id><published>2006-05-09T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:26:17.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back with a vengance - or maybebly just a list</title><content type='html'>I'm back. And stressed out. I run around like a head with the chicken cut off.* Here you go with a list of things I will, I really, really will write about soonishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  my computer crapping out on me and losing my data&lt;br /&gt;2.  my Spanish exam that's TODAY&lt;br /&gt;3.  my Spanish final project report that's due soon** and isn't even started yet&lt;br /&gt;4.  my vibrating car&lt;br /&gt;5.  audience participation backlog of excellent writing topics&lt;br /&gt;6.  trip to Death Valley&lt;br /&gt;7.  trip to Hoover Dam&lt;br /&gt;8.  my car being over the hill&lt;br /&gt;9.  my job search without a resume&lt;br /&gt;10. my new motto for life&lt;br /&gt;11. what it feels like to spend your day off at Midas, waiting for your car to get new brake pads&lt;br /&gt;12. the evil that is Cesar's Palace in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;13. The DaVinci Code&lt;br /&gt;14. the last episode EVER (thankfully) of Seventh Heaven&lt;br /&gt;15. the Gilmore Girls season finale which I am so looking forward to... SO VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*It pains me to admit it, but I did not think of this clever little word game. I'd give credit to the person who said it, but I don't remember who it was. Brain = fried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Jup. I don't even know the due date for sure, because la profesora can be quite cryptic and gets mad at people asking questions someone else has already asked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114720277781487499?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114720277781487499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114720277781487499&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114720277781487499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114720277781487499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-with-vengance-or-maybebly-just.html' title='back with a vengance - or maybebly just a list'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114633557458307246</id><published>2006-04-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:32:54.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following arrived in my email-inbox yesterday. It was forwarded to everyone in the address book of the person I received it from (ie it was not something she sent just to me). I'm sure that the sender didn't mean any harm, but this hurt me somewhere so deep down that I don't even understand why it hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;My Fellow Americans: As you all know, the defeat of Iraq regime has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since congress does not want to spend any more money on this war, our mission in Iraq is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I gave the order for a complete removal of all American forces from Iraq. This action will be complete within 30 days. It is now to begin the reckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me, I have two lists. One list contains the names of countries which have stood by our side during the Iraq conflict. This list is short. The United Kingdom, Spain, Bulgaria, Australia, and Poland are some of the countries listed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other list contains everyone not on the first list. Most of the world's nations are on that list. My press secretary will be distributing copies of both lists later this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that effective immediately, foreign aid to those nations on List 2 ceases immediately and indefinitely. The money saved during the first year alone will pretty much pay for the costs of the Iraqi war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American people are no longer going to pour money into third world Hell-holes and watch those government leaders grow fat on corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help with a famine? Wrestling with an epidemic? Call France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, together with Congress, I will work to redirect this money toward solving the vexing social problems we still have at home. On that note, a word to terrorist organizations. Screw with us and we will hunt you down and eliminate you and all your friends from the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting for a gutsy country to terrorize? Try France, or maybe China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ordering the immediate severing of diplomatic relations with France, Germany, and Russia. Thanks for all your help, comrades. We are retiring from NATO as well. Bon chance, mes amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have instructed the Mayor of New York City to begin towing the many UN diplomatic vehicles located in Manhattan with more than two unpaid parking tickets to sites where those vehicles will be stripped, shredded and crushed. I don't care about whatever treaty pertains to this. You creeps have tens of thousands of unpaid tickets. Pay those tickets tomorrow or watch your precious Benzes, Beamers and limos be turned over to some of the finest chop shops in the world. I love New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special note to our neighbors. Canada is on List 2 Since we are likely to be seeing a lot more of each other, you folks might want to try not pissing us off for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico is also on List 2. President Fox and his entire corrupt government really need an attitude adjustment. I will have a couple extra tank and infantry divisions sitting around. Guess where I am going to put em? Yep, border security. So start doing something with your oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, the United States is abrogating the NAFTA treaty - starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tired of the one-way highway. Immediately, we'll be drilling for oil in Alaska - which will take care of this country's oil needs for decades to come. If you're an environmentalist who opposes this decision, I refer you to List 2 above: pick a country and move there. They care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for America to focus on its own welfare and its own citizens. Some will accuse us of isolationism. I answer them by saying, "darn tootin."&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a century of trying to help folks live a decent life around the world has only earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the planet. It is time to eliminate hunger in America. It is time to eliminate homelessness in America. It is time to eliminate World Cup Soccer from America. To the nations on List 1, a final thought. Thanks guys. We owe you and we won't forget. To the nations on List 2, a final thought: You might want to learn to speak Arabic. God bless America. Thank you and good night. If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English, thank a soldier.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(PS: Gracie, I will answer your writing prompt shortly. It's a complex story, and I'm still working through the emotional aftermath of the end of my tugboating career. You understand, don't you?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114633557458307246?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114633557458307246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114633557458307246&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114633557458307246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114633557458307246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/following-arrived-in-my-email-inbox.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114623335897080602</id><published>2006-04-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:09:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intermission</title><content type='html'>They won they won they won!&lt;br /&gt;I watched part of last night's Ducks game at TGI Friday's with a couple of people from my Spanish class. It was the most surreal experience, because I was the one who knew the most about the game... and &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/ducks-v-flames-reflections_20.html"&gt;I don't know much, trust me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now scroll down and &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/audience-participation-night-ii.html"&gt;PARTICIPATE&lt;/a&gt;!!! Um, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114623335897080602?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114623335897080602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114623335897080602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114623335897080602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114623335897080602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/intermission.html' title='intermission'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114619855415804933</id><published>2006-04-27T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:31:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>audience participation night II</title><content type='html'>Welcome to &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/audience-participation-night.html"&gt;audience participation night&lt;/a&gt; here at Brainxplosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sittingstill.typepad.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; had some questions for me, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet your husband?&lt;br /&gt;I was in Calilfornia as an AuPair. One of the few friends I did have over here talked me into going to her youth group's Christmas party. I reluctantly agreed. When we arrived, she was nice enough to introduce me to everyone waiting for the boat to dock saying "This is my friend Sonja. She's from Germany." which of course is the same as saying "You must now stare at her and ask polite, complicated questions aimed to make her feel included. In short, your behavior must make her writhe in silent agony." After that announcement, D. came up to me and spoke German to me. Lemme tell ya - wanna win over a foreigner? Speak their language! (After all, look where it got D.!)&lt;br /&gt;There is some argument as to who took whose hand first, but since I'm telling the story, you're getting the truth: Me! I grabbed his hand sometime on the ship, AND I gave him my number. Six days later, D. proposed, which of course freaked me right out of my little mind. And yet, we got engaged six weeks after we met, and by the time we got married, we had only dated for nine months, five of which were spent on separate continents. What can I say? It worked for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like sauerbratten? Respond in German, bitte.&lt;br /&gt;Sauerbraten ist ganz okay. I esse eigntlich nicht so gerne Fleisch, deshalb ist es nicht eines meiner Lieblingsgerichte.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you were joking about the "respond in German" part and I'll gladly translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bried, bikini, thong, none, or other?&lt;br /&gt;I do like brie cheese, but I'm assuming you meant to type "brief." Hmmm. The correct answer is bikini, esp. from Body Gap. I've tried the thong thang, but I prefer to floss my teeth, ya know what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm round of applause to Nicole, who was forthcoming with her (excellent) questions. Now it's your turn! Ask me anything, even the good old "fold or wad," and I'll be happy to write about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114619855415804933?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114619855415804933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114619855415804933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114619855415804933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114619855415804933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/audience-participation-night-ii.html' title='audience participation night II'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114617583210407644</id><published>2006-04-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:12:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>audience participation night</title><content type='html'>Writer's Block 2006 continues, and European needs your help. Give me a writing assignment! Leave me a comment or send me an email telling me what you want me to write about. After writing a speech with the topic "Reach for the stars" I feel that I will be well-prepared to take on almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;And... make it good - I'm counting on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nameandface.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just a Girl&lt;/a&gt; is first in line (unknowingly), as she asked me to share my travel plans. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European Parents (henceforth to be known as EP) are coming in this Monday. I'm picking them up from the airport (LAX). Since they are landing in the middle of rush hour, we are going to make our way over to &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodchamber.net/"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt; to see the Walk of Fame and the Chinese Theater and the Hollywood Sign (from far away).&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I don't have to work and we will do any or all of the following: beach visit, shopping, outlet shopping, napping, eating, close-range sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I have to work, so the EP will be on their own during the day, but my in-laws are coming over for dinner later that afternoon. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, the EP and I will drive to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/deva/index.htm"&gt;Death Valley NP&lt;/a&gt;, stay at a ridiculously expensive hotel, eat bad food, and enjoy the scenery. On Saturday, we're going on to Las Vegas, where we are picking D. up from the airport. The rest of Saturday will be spent between &lt;a href="http://parks.nv.gov/vf.htm"&gt;Valley of Fire SP&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/lame/"&gt;Lake Mead&lt;/a&gt;. On Sunday, D. and I will drive home, while the EP are renting a car and driving to the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grca/index.htm"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/a&gt;. And while D. and I get to go back to work and do the daily grind, they will visit Page, AZ and Lake Powell, and Bryce and Zion NPs.&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th, the EP are flying from Vegas back here, and then I have three (3) days off (!) to enjoy with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th, I (officially) graduate with my credential and then we'll party like it's 1999 (hmmm). That weekend is D.'s College reunion, so we'll do some of their activities and we'll visit the Getty Museum. And then the EPs leave and all the excitment will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those right there are my travel plans. Thank you for playing, Just a Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got sick of all the linking after a while. Just google it yourself. And don't forget to give me a writing assignment/topic, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114617583210407644?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114617583210407644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114617583210407644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114617583210407644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114617583210407644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/audience-participation-night.html' title='audience participation night'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114609638009144624</id><published>2006-04-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:06:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insert witty title here</title><content type='html'>There would be an update right here, if I remembered any of the things I'd like to write about or if I could think of anything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Surely a list will appease the natives?&lt;br /&gt;things I am thinking but not posting about:&lt;br /&gt;1. standardized testing for elementary grades&lt;br /&gt;2. snotty-liar-cheater children&lt;br /&gt;3. travel plans&lt;br /&gt;4. dinner&lt;br /&gt;5. finding substitutes for the time I need to take off&lt;br /&gt;6. Ducks lost a home game last night&lt;br /&gt;7. I can't go to the Ducks game tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;8. file the papers that are on the floor, desk, coffee table, couch, TV, and coffee maker&lt;br /&gt;9. get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. Spanish homework, vocabulary, and final project&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114609638009144624?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114609638009144624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114609638009144624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114609638009144624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114609638009144624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/insert-witty-title-here.html' title='insert witty title here'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114559009504609939</id><published>2006-04-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:38:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks v Flames reflections</title><content type='html'>It's widely known that I'm not a sports type person. I'm one of those who watch The Superbowl solely for The Commercials (partially because yawn and partially because though I've tried, I fail to see the point to football). I do whatever I can to avoid watching "The Game", except when "The Game" is soccer, which is when I can watch for about 17.5 minutes before dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, D. dragged me (almost literally) to a Mighty Ducks game at the Anaheim Pond. I had lots of reasons not to go. Day after Easter. Commute/traffic. Crowds of beer-bellied sports fans to creep me out. Late return home on a school night. Don't like hockey. Don't know hockey rules. Reserve right to leave early. Reserve right to complain all night.&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH! OH THE GAME! I had so much fun that I'm actually blushing writing about it. Somewhere between sitting in the best seats in the house (those are the ones that are really high up, right?!) and freezing my I-insist-on-flip-flops toes off and the moment those guys came skating out onto the ice, I absolutely fell in love with ice hockey and the Mighty Ducks specifically. This new romance led me to do a few things I never thought possible:&lt;br /&gt;1. yelling&lt;br /&gt;2. yelling "Shoot it!" at the players who probably couldn't really hear me&lt;br /&gt;3. standing up cheering for goals&lt;br /&gt;4. remembering that #27 just got out of the penalty box&lt;br /&gt;5. figuring out where and what the penalty box was and where on the scoreboard it showed who was in there and for how much longer&lt;br /&gt;6. laughing an evil hehehehe when the one of the Flames got a 10 minute penalty for fighting (it still makes me laugh evilly - hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;7. scheming how to get a Ducks jersey for less than the $235 it costs at the team store - and by less, I mean CONSIDERABLY less&lt;br /&gt;8. dreaming of going to a playoff game because MY DUCKS! IN THE PLAYOFFS! LOVE! EXCITEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;9. Trying to figure out how to get ESPN to be able to watch the playoffs from the comfort of my own home*&lt;br /&gt;10. cheered during the fist fights (I know - sad, huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as an added bonus, four things I did not do, even though they were popular:&lt;br /&gt;1. cheered during the US national anthem&lt;br /&gt;2. booed out the Flames when they came onto the ice (couldn't do it. Could. Not.)&lt;br /&gt;3. purchased nachos or beer&lt;br /&gt;4. purchased a jersey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62033640@N00/131503555/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/131503555_621c5290f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62033640@N00/131503555/"&gt;Anaheim Pond, packed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/62033640@N00/"&gt;European&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no cable, no satellite, no TiVo. I also have no microwave, but that's a different story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114559009504609939?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114559009504609939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114559009504609939&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114559009504609939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114559009504609939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/ducks-v-flames-reflections_20.html' title='Ducks v Flames reflections'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114534095059256216</id><published>2006-04-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:15:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>donate blood, play hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mightyducks.com/press/feature/article.php?dir=200604&amp;id=1293"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is where I was tonight. Pictures will follow. Note that in a 60 minute game, there were 102 penalty minutes and about seven or eight fist fights.&lt;br /&gt;Hockey at its best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114534095059256216?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114534095059256216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114534095059256216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114534095059256216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114534095059256216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/donate-blood-play-hockey.html' title='donate blood, play hockey'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114490964520392641</id><published>2006-04-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:58:12.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wondering what I've been up to, have you? Well, you had to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say that the bathroom is, after less than a month of work and procrastination, finished. As in, done. And it looks fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-improvement-except-not-so-much-or.html"&gt;these certainly very lovely events&lt;/a&gt;, one may have thought things had to get better, but (surprise, surprise) they got worse first. Or at least, they didn't improve. Here's what happened when I took down the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/1600/IMG_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/320/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent the rest of the weekend priming and painting. After that, it only took about a week to clean up all the painting paraphernalia that was slowly spreading from the bathroom through the hallway into the rest of the house, and only another weekend to put up all the new hardware. Last week, I finally bought a new mirror and yesterday, I had a brilliant idea for some art to hang up. Here's what I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/56/127795358_3e22470af5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/127795358_3e22470af5_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really proud of myself - I took the pictures, I painted the frames, I hung those pictures up with astonishing precision... and I didn't even hurt myself in the process!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the glamor shots of the bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/53/127795357_f396cceaa4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/127795357_f396cceaa4_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/45/127795356_8f803483ea_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/127795356_8f803483ea_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not resting on your laurels: The Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my spring break right now. Last weekend, D. asked me if I wanted to paint the kitchen. Everything in me screamed NOOOOOOOOOOOO!, but last night after Spanish class (in which time passed uncharacteristically fast), I decided to pull a Nike and, you know, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I prepped. And by "this morning," I mean practically all day. One of the bigger issues was the moving of the fridge and the stove. D. thought that it'd be fine if we just moved them "out a little" so I could reach behind, but the crazy prefectionist in me came out and argued for a full removal and complete disconnect of the above mentioned appliances. Well, D. won (mainly because I can't move those appliances by myself). When I scooted the fridge away from the wall this morning, I found a lovely surprise behind it. Love. Ly! Last summer, this &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2005/06/getting-antsy.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2005/06/ant-update.html"&gt;was&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-post-is-about-ants-unfortunately.html"&gt;all&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts.html"&gt;about&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2005/08/guess-whos-back.html"&gt;ants&lt;/a&gt; for a little while. Well, I have apparently solved the riddle of "where do they keep coming from?!!" And here's the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/44/127797955_058e647562_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/127797955_058e647562_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An anthill under the fridge. Nasty, huh? I just want to state for the record that the baseboard is not wet (looks a little wet in the picture) and that the majority of what you see is sand the ants brought in from the outdoors. Do they use it like kitty litter? I have no idea. But sand it is. Up to now I have been very gentle with these creepy crawlers. Thoughts of my own poison-free well-being and the environment and the food chain... were forgotten this morning as I raced to the garage for the Raid.&lt;br /&gt;This means WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/46/127797956_d0a1c359ba_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/127797956_d0a1c359ba_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye-bye, invaders!&lt;br /&gt;So far, the kitchen remodel has been eventless (other than the eradication of an entire ant colony - har, har). There are pictures to see on flickr (link in sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. anonymous grapefruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, D. likes his anonymity. Hence the abbreviation of his name and his absence from my pictures. But last weekend, I managed to take a picture of him that he will allow on this website. It is with pride and fondness that I give you Grapefruit-Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/51/127795355_19ba83fa00_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/127795355_19ba83fa00_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact that he was voluntarily holding grapfruit halves over his eyes and that he let me take a picture of that tells you volumes about how right we are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. traveling and light reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/1/127795354_0da5a6c61d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/1/127795354_0da5a6c61d_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents are coming for a visit and for my graduation. They are going to travel around for a little, so I am currently helping them plan their trip to Death Valley NP and Grand Canyon NP and a bunch of stuff in between (Valley of Fire State Park, Bryce and Zion, Petrified Forest...). Any tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep, right now. *yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114490964520392641?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114490964520392641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114490964520392641&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114490964520392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114490964520392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/wondering-what-ive-been-up-to-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114470032294042019</id><published>2006-04-10T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:18:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a case of the mondays</title><content type='html'>You know you're having a bad day when you start wishing you'd taken a picture of the doggie-doo during the dog-sitting weekend, so you could now post it under the heading "This is the kind of day I'm having".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114470032294042019?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114470032294042019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114470032294042019&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114470032294042019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114470032294042019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/case-of-mondays.html' title='a case of the mondays'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114435996662941582</id><published>2006-04-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:48:32.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not talking about it and procrastination</title><content type='html'>Today I read something on the internet that made me feel really sad for families who have to leave kids in daycare. I'm not going into it here because I just don't care for the controversy. And you can't make me, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I will give you a list of things I may or may not have done lately instead of studying for my Spanish exam:&lt;br /&gt;1. We had lasagna for dinner yesterday. Homemade lasagna, which translates to Sonja-made lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;2. I put all the shoes into the plastic boxes in the hallway closet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;4. I cleaned the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;5. I drew patterns with some real nice markers.&lt;br /&gt;6. I surfed the web.&lt;br /&gt;7. I checked my email every couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;8. I went outside to see if the mail had arrived yet (not yet, but I will go check again in a moment) and ended up weeding the little strip of dirt I call my "cactus bed"&lt;br /&gt;9. I got attacked by a viscious cactus. This warrants another post since there's a story of a freak-out and pictures of my mangled limb, but to be quite honest, I'm too lazy to go get the camera from the bathroom. So you'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;10. I monitored my cactus-inflicted wound for swelling and oozing (neither of which has happened yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/mbishop/.Pictures/Photo%20Album%20Pictures/2005-01-26%2000.14.55%20-0800/Image-04EDCF436F7111D9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/mbishop/.Pictures/Photo%20Album%20Pictures/2005-01-26%2000.14.55%20-0800/Image-04EDCF436F7111D9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114435996662941582?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114435996662941582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114435996662941582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114435996662941582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114435996662941582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-talking-about-it-and.html' title='not talking about it and procrastination'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114428848106983883</id><published>2006-04-05T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:55:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as if you wanted to read about that</title><content type='html'>You may or may not recall me talking about my extreeeeemely interesting Spanish class on this site. Well, you're in luck! Last week, I wrote some partially cryptic notes (half of which I no longer remember the meaning of) to give you a taste of what my life in Spanish is like:&lt;br /&gt;La vida loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:27 see hummingbird and want to take picture, but am holding bag, purse, jacket and am also eating chips and talking on cell phone. will photograph local wildlife another time&lt;br /&gt;4:31 class has started&lt;br /&gt;4:38 bored but not hungry. think about chips and advertised "great multigrain taste" giggle about that stupid phrase&lt;br /&gt;4:40 the Weird Couple walks in. today, she's sporting head-to-toe purple fleece with stars and moons. Wha...?&lt;br /&gt;4:44 classmates' pronunciation is making me physically ill. &lt;br /&gt;4:45 sign on bulletin board for socks in a box drive. asks for donations of New socks. New is capitalized and underlined twice. Yup, this is a college. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;4:46 roll call. jerk with red hair has dropped class, apparently, as has friendly kid who wanted to "study" with me&lt;br /&gt;4:48 contemplate how slowly time passes I&lt;br /&gt;4:50 annoying male half of Weird Couple asking question with such detail that nobody else would have thought of it&lt;br /&gt;4:52 hit head on chair while ppicking up waterbottle. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;4:59 scratching paint off nails while contemplating bathroom run. sadly, it is too early as I only allow myself to go once during class time. I will need the break much more later in the game.&lt;br /&gt;5:03 called on me. hot face, but good sentence. So there.&lt;br /&gt;5:06 stupid exercise. Will go to bathroom to avoid being called on.&lt;br /&gt;5:10 back from bathroom. excellent timing as stupid exercise is finished. But also: why did that only take four minutes???&lt;br /&gt;5:12 left side of room laughing hysterically. don't know why. dislike the hyena girls mucho indeed.&lt;br /&gt;5:16 butt asleep. also, back hurts from ugly chair&lt;br /&gt;5:24 another hour. contemplate how slowly time passes II&lt;br /&gt;5:27 think about length of nails. must trim soon!&lt;br /&gt;5:32 starting chapter 6. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;5:33 must remember to post-it flag vocab pages. *sigh* love post-its. (note: still have not flagged pages)&lt;br /&gt;5:35 panic. exam next Tuesday? noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;5:36 all better. exam two weeks from now (note: that makes it this Thursday, which means that panic has now begun to settle in)&lt;br /&gt;5:41 more astonishingly detailed questions from annoying Weird Couple male&lt;br /&gt;5:44 Weird Couple female read "J.K. Rawling" I mean really. It's OOOOO! Rowling!&lt;br /&gt;5:49 contemplate how slowly time passes III&lt;br /&gt;5:50 another question from mr. questionasker. very picky.&lt;br /&gt;5:57 question #4. is actually same exact question as before. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;5:58 thinking about lovely Riesling wine. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;6:03 announcing homework on la pagina dos cientos. could this be the end? ARE WE FINISHING EARLY? MAKE MY DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;6:04 ha! dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;6:06 another obvious question&lt;br /&gt;6:08 how can we not be done yet? noooo!&lt;br /&gt;6:12 made everyone laugh. not sure why. hate new vocabulary (and old vocab, if you care to know)&lt;br /&gt;6:15 contemplate how slowly time passes IV. 5 more minutes. pleeeeease!&lt;br /&gt;6:16 hehe. eat dogs. wanna leave.&lt;br /&gt;6:18 ha. leaving. LEAVING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE A WEEK I GO THROUGH THIS, PEOPLE. TWICE A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time in our series "as if you wanted to read about that": a minute-by-minute account of the afterschool intervention homework help program I run. More action than Spanish, but less agony - and all contained in only 60 minutes! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114428848106983883?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114428848106983883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114428848106983883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114428848106983883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114428848106983883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-if-you-wanted-to-read-about-that.html' title='as if you wanted to read about that'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114420687375530869</id><published>2006-04-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:02:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls of Gilmore</title><content type='html'>I might liveblog Gilmore Girls. Because I'm lame and I care about TV and the first five minutes were ab.so.lute.ly bottom-kicking.&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Paris. Sure, she's annoying and neurotic and loco, but she gave Logan an EARFUL. Yessssss.&lt;br /&gt;2. RORY. NOOOOOOOOOOO! Why did you have to go back with him? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. But... it feels like there's something else cooking there. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update I:&lt;br /&gt;3. Haha. Talking pig.&lt;br /&gt;4. TV facing the right way.&lt;br /&gt;5. Collection of molecules held together by dirt. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update II:&lt;br /&gt;6. Noooo. Moved back in. Stupid Rory. MISUNDERSTANDING. WHA...?&lt;br /&gt;7. Commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update III:&lt;br /&gt;8. Michelle! Post-its! The System!&lt;br /&gt;9. A German-speaking GPS contraption. Must. Love. It. Evil German Super-computer. Har, har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update IV:&lt;br /&gt;10. Mrs. Kim. Hehehe. Scary, but cool. She will evaluate the demo tape. Yes Sireee.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ahem. Hiding flowers under a couch cushion? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update V:&lt;br /&gt;12. Gilmored! The Jag is here. Have they been taken? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update VI:&lt;br /&gt;13. Since mine was a fake contractor, I got to pay him with monopoly money.&lt;br /&gt;14. Commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update VII:&lt;br /&gt;15. Why haven't we started talking about how stupid Rory is being? Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;16. The Amish will be psyched about Luke's underwear. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update VIII:&lt;br /&gt;17. Commercials AGAIN???&lt;br /&gt;18. Everything in that corner smells like vanilla. Freaky and unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;19. Kirk is a realtor. Kirk has a thing. Kirk... ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update IX:&lt;br /&gt;20. Naw. The Sr. Gilmores are looking for a house in Star's Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm guessing we'll be hearing about that Pan Am purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update X:&lt;br /&gt;22. Live-blogging is exhausting. And nobody is reading it live, so what's the point. Oh, never mind. It's back on.&lt;br /&gt;23. Zack is auditioning for husband. Run in place for a minute, it gets the blood flowing. Different minor chord.&lt;br /&gt;24. Something else... maybe something to ask her?&lt;br /&gt;25. That ring you keep in drawer so it won't scare the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update XI:&lt;br /&gt;26. final destination I, II, III&lt;br /&gt;27. Swiss has holes, easy way to identify it&lt;br /&gt;28. ouch. afraid of big luke-lorelai blowup over fancy bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update XII:&lt;br /&gt;29. so many things wrong here. bag. gifted shopper. anna. huh.&lt;br /&gt;30. can't believe rory is giving lorelai crap about her relationship. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update XIII:&lt;br /&gt;31. Logan needs to get a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all, folks. I need some sleep as partial insomnia has been my bedfellow. Not as naughty as it sounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114420687375530869?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114420687375530869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114420687375530869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114420687375530869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114420687375530869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-of-gilmore.html' title='Girls of Gilmore'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114412688518719138</id><published>2006-04-03T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:01:25.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all your questions about California, answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/1600/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6792/855/400/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114412688518719138?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114412688518719138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114412688518719138&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114412688518719138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114412688518719138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-your-questions-about-california.html' title='all your questions about California, answered'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114377536486120370</id><published>2006-03-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:22:44.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom beyond years</title><content type='html'>I had the following conversation with a third-grader a couple of days ago. We were sitting on the wall next to the parking lot, waiting for her chronically late mother to pick her kids up already. I may have been greatly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:"Do you have a boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "No."&lt;br /&gt;her (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;) "What??? You don't have a boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amused&lt;/span&gt;): "No, but I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;her: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grabs my left hand, examines wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;) "Let me see."&lt;br /&gt;me: ?!?&lt;br /&gt;her:"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;): "Guess."&lt;br /&gt;Much guessing ensued at this point. She guessed too young first, which means that she is still alive and I am not in jail. Finally...&lt;br /&gt;her:"26!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Yes! Finally!"&lt;br /&gt;her:"Are you planning to have kids?"&lt;br /&gt;me:(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beyond annoyed&lt;/span&gt;) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;her:"You should have your kids in your twenties."&lt;br /&gt;me: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a little afraid of the answer, but asking anyways&lt;/span&gt;) "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;her:"Because during your twenties, the babyweight comes right off. In your thirties? not so much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114377536486120370?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114377536486120370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114377536486120370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114377536486120370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114377536486120370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/03/wisdom-beyond-years.html' title='wisdom beyond years'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114355979812670619</id><published>2006-03-28T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:54:54.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend (and Monday) in bullets</title><content type='html'>I'm in a hurry, so here you have it:&lt;br /&gt;* Friday: movie night. Joe vs. the Volcano, which is an awesome movie. If you haven't seen it, see it now. It's one of the Tom-Hanks-Meg-Ryan combos, so don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;* Saturday: Picked up our NEW CAR. It's shiny and it smells good. More details and pictures will follow, as well as an account of the crazed car dealer from Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;* also Saturday: Swingdancing for Sarah's birthday. Beautiful new golden strappy sandals made me dance barefoot pretty soon, but looked pretty, so no matter. Am still healing blisters on the feet though.&lt;br /&gt;* Sunday: Lunch with the just-returned-from-Iraq military cousin, and much drooling over our NEW CAR.&lt;br /&gt;* also Sunday: Shopping at Target and parking of the NEW CAR far away from the store entrance, so that nobody would want to park next to it and ding it when opening their doors.&lt;br /&gt;* Monday: D.'s first day at NEW JOB! Goodbye you old job suckas!&lt;br /&gt;* also Monday: reformatting of the hard drive. Loads of fun. Reloading and installing of all the software, and downloading of Mozilla. Bonus: Was able to back up all data! &lt;br /&gt;*also Monday: Took NEW CAR to work and parked curbside. Yes. I forego my regular parking spot for fear of a door ding. Shut up. I'd cry if you made a ding in my NEW CAR. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tuesday: Must dash off to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114355979812670619?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114355979812670619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114355979812670619&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114355979812670619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114355979812670619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-and-monday-in-bullets.html' title='a weekend (and Monday) in bullets'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114324687827700725</id><published>2006-03-24T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:40:39.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting excited now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kevinhenkes.com/images/fun/lilly_celebrate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kevinhenkes.com/images/fun/lilly_celebrate.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this thing for story time. I just love the kind of quiet, attentive, relaxed atmosphere in a classroom when I read a story. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;I also have this think for &lt;a href="http://www.kevinhenkes.com/"&gt;Kevin Henkes&lt;/a&gt;. Especially his &lt;a href="http://www.kevinhenkes.com/books/mouse.asp"&gt;mouse stories&lt;/a&gt; are just so deliciously wonderful. The stories are creative and sweet and perhaps make me tear up just a tiny bit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW. Kevin has written a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060742364/sr=8-1/qid=1143245970/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-4644653-8475348?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;new book&lt;/a&gt;. With one of my favorite mouse characters - &lt;a href="http://www.kevinhenkes.com/mouse/04.asp"&gt;Lilly&lt;/a&gt;. Lilly has a purple plastic purse that plays music when you open it, and she always has a disguise in her back pocket (just in case). She wears red cowboy boots with stars on them, and she is just plain cool. And in this newest book, Lilly's super-great-cool-neat teacher, Mr. Slinger, is getting married. Mr. Slinger, BTW, is the kind of teacher I want to be when I get a job. He's great.&lt;br /&gt;All this is peachy. The only thing that sucks is that I now have to wait all the way until APRIL FIRST until it gets published. And then for amazon to ship it.&lt;br /&gt;That's, like, ten days or something. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114324687827700725?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114324687827700725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114324687827700725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114324687827700725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114324687827700725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-excited-now.html' title='getting excited now'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10841378.post-114309405047540411</id><published>2006-03-22T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:07:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job fair wrap-up</title><content type='html'>The job fair, it was interesting. I was there for 2 hours and spoke to principals and/or teachers from 7 schools. The talking took approximately 40 minutes. The rest of the time I stood in line, sipped water, and studied the flash cards I had written about the schools and hidden in my pretty purse. They said things like "accountability &amp; metacognition" and "joy and rigor in learning with climate of resepct" and "Readers are Leaders program." These things were taken directly from the schools' websites and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; proved useful. Nothing like being able to show off that you know something un-obvious about a school. And my outfit was one of the nicer ones in the room, but not at all overdressed. And my purse was the prettiest of all the purses. Esp. the jute one with the kiddie faces painted on it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; teacher-esque - phew!&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1) One principal interrupted me while I was speaking with her with "It was nice to meet you." Then she kinda smiled and added "I have a lot to get to," guesturing at the waiting line. Uh-uh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;2) Another principal (a guy) touched my elbow when we were greeting each other, and I tought he was trying to hug me. WHAT??! Actually, he was just trying to move by me to invite two more girls to our group. Embarrassing? Perhaps. Also funny.&lt;br /&gt;3) Everybody was standing in line, waiting (more or less) patiently. Except for one person: There was a group of four of us talking to a principal (the huggy one), when this woman walked up to us and joined the group. WITHOUT standing in line. The principal was kinda cool about it and told her that if she wanted to hear him talk about his school (since she had missed that part), "I guess you need to stand in line."&lt;br /&gt;4) There are 500 applicants for each opening in this district.&lt;br /&gt;5) D. has this week off from work and came with me. We had yummy Indian food for dinner and then took a walk through the quaint little downtown eating some wonderful ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the job fair. All in all not a bad experience. Not that I really expect a job out of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10841378-114309405047540411?l=brainxplosion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/feeds/114309405047540411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10841378&amp;postID=114309405047540411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114309405047540411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10841378/posts/default/114309405047540411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainxplosion.blogspot.com/2006/03/job-fair-wrap-up.html' title='job fair wrap-up'/><author><name>Sonja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoJ1vm-wjEk/TkFlcjHz96I/AAAAAAAABiw/O4G3-V3nM8Y/s220/IMG_1029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
