<?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-2188171075058004653</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:44:29.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and "We"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-5542415373457461684</id><published>2007-03-24T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:18:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and it's off to Seattle we go</title><content type='html'>Oh yes! Shawn, his friend Grant, and I are coming to bring terror to the wonderful city of Seattle. You guys better get used to it because Shawn and I are moving back in three months and we look forward to vegan Thai food, pub quizzes, Pike Place, Pioneer Square, Bohemian food, and all that other shit that makes Seattle not suck as much as Olympia does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like we did previously, we are definitely NOT moving to the U-District. I like to think that we moved up in the world, or that we have better tastes than before. Something like that, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Dogs tonight @ El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corazon&lt;/span&gt;. A bunch of people I know love them and so I want to see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-5542415373457461684?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/5542415373457461684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=5542415373457461684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/5542415373457461684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/5542415373457461684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-its-off-to-seattle-we-go.html' title='...and it&apos;s off to Seattle we go'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-1327887194234591148</id><published>2007-03-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:47:45.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinness, Guinness, and More Guinness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rf3rdSPx9-I/AAAAAAAAADs/BPVl236zius/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rf3rdSPx9-I/AAAAAAAAADs/BPVl236zius/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043446046071584738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so the party went incredibly well yesterday, I must say. It was a ton of fun, and many people showed up, which was quite delightful. We drank, ate corned beef, and watched Jackass 2, which is hilarious. Best of all, I did not have a hangover today. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Shawn and I are left with a clean house, an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and two recycling bins filled with beer bottles, mostly Guinness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-1327887194234591148?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/1327887194234591148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=1327887194234591148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/1327887194234591148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/1327887194234591148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/guinness-guinness-and-more-guinness.html' title='Guinness, Guinness, and More Guinness'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rf3rdSPx9-I/AAAAAAAAADs/BPVl236zius/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-5270135579185328066</id><published>2007-03-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:43:58.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A St. Pat's Day/End of the Quarter PARTY!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you may have figured out already, I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; busy because it is the end of the quarter. I'm almost done... with the exception of the two finals I have left. The one seems to not be difficult, but the other is the opposite, and I'm stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm going to try to relax a bit more as Shawn and I are hosting a St. Pat's party. Originally, we were going to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KMRIA&lt;/span&gt; (kiss my royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irish&lt;/span&gt; ass), which is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pogues&lt;/span&gt; cover band with members from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt; and Casey Neil, in Portland. With the demise of our beloved car, we're stuck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oly&lt;/span&gt;, which majorly sucks, so we're making the most of it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party tonight may not be as kick ass as last year's St. Pat's in Seattle seeing the Real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McKenzies&lt;/span&gt; with dopey Todd, Shawn, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;, but it should still be good. One thing I will NOT miss is old Scottish Canadian man balls in my face.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-5270135579185328066?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/5270135579185328066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=5270135579185328066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/5270135579185328066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/5270135579185328066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/st-pats-dayend-of-quarter-party.html' title='A St. Pat&apos;s Day/End of the Quarter PARTY!!!!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8372329417576825092</id><published>2007-03-10T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:41:37.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Has an Awesome New Hangout!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forzacoffeecompany.com/images/a/cirque%20interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.forzacoffeecompany.com/images/a/cirque%20interior.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Photo: A picture similar to what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tumwater&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Forza&lt;/span&gt; looks like inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you have been wondering about my whereabouts, I have been hanging out at my new favorite hangout.  The name of the hangout is &lt;a href="http://forzacoffeecompany.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Forza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it is a cool coffee shop that makes really good drinks. In addition, the people are super nice and the environment is really comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel spontaneous and want to see what &lt;a href="http://forzacoffeecompany.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Forza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has to offer, the address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Forza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coffee Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 125 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tumwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                          blvd suite #119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tumwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, WA 98501&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's by the Olympia airport off Capitol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2188171075058004653-8372329417576825092?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8372329417576825092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8372329417576825092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8372329417576825092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8372329417576825092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/lisa-has-new-hangout.html' title='Lisa Has an Awesome New Hangout!!!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-6033488399352406353</id><published>2007-03-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:47:49.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! I got into a car accident today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RevKpOfr7_I/AAAAAAAAADk/zJXOmJ7ZGRw/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RevKpOfr7_I/AAAAAAAAADk/zJXOmJ7ZGRw/s200/Picture+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038343417758478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Photo: Our driveway filled with cars. Ours is in the bottom left hand corner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pardon my sarcasm, but I'm trying to be cheerful despite the fact that I was rear-ended today in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tumwater&lt;/span&gt; off Capital and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trosper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, both the car and I are fine. Actually, I believe that the car might be in better shape than myself. Why? I was rear-ended hard enough that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt; I was wearing did it's job and kept me from going into the dash. Unfortunately, I still jerked enough where my shoulders, neck, back, and upper abs are sore and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there was no damage done to either car, we traded phone numbers just in case... and that's all I have to say about this incident, or at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, and at least I wasn't driving a Pinto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-6033488399352406353?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/6033488399352406353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=6033488399352406353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6033488399352406353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6033488399352406353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-got-into-car-accident-today.html' title='yay! I got into a car accident today!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RevKpOfr7_I/AAAAAAAAADk/zJXOmJ7ZGRw/s72-c/Picture+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-3161556458802068433</id><published>2007-03-04T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:01:50.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Writing Session or Otherwise Known As Busting My Tail</title><content type='html'>I have just completed a marathon writing session. Today, I brainstormed for two papers, including a final, and have typed 13 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you've been on the computer too long when you see a bright light and think it's heaven, only to be disappointed moments later when you realize your eyes are just exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-3161556458802068433?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/3161556458802068433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=3161556458802068433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/3161556458802068433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/3161556458802068433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/marathon-writing-session-or-otherwise.html' title='Marathon Writing Session or Otherwise Known As Busting My Tail'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8847507378566755108</id><published>2007-03-01T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:42:06.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Casimir Pulaski Day, Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eiu.edu/%7Einsight/pulaski/PulaskiBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.eiu.edu/%7Einsight/pulaski/PulaskiBW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is that time of year again. March 1st is not just a regular day, but yet it's PULASKI DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago and it's DIRECT suburbs, mostly in Cook County, Pulaski Day is a holiday. Kids get school off, a parade is held in Chicago, and I even think some local government offices might be closed. All this for this supposedly 'great' Polish man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't recall much about him, but what I do remember can be summed up by this entry in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://wikipedia.org"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Casimir&lt;/span&gt; Pulaski Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a regional United States holiday celebrated on the first Monday of every March to commemorate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Casimir&lt;/span&gt; Pulaski, a Revolutionary War cavalry officer born March 4, 1747. It is celebrated mainly in areas which have large Polish populations. This is a separate holiday from the federal holiday, General Pulaski Memorial Day, that commemorates Pulaski's death at the Siege of Savannah on October 9, 1779 .Illinois enacted a law on June 20, 1977 to celebrate the birthday of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Casimir&lt;/span&gt; Pulaski and held the first official Pulaski Day celebrations in 1978. The bill was introduced by Senator Leroy W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lemke&lt;/span&gt; (D)- Chicago. Chicago celebrates Pulaski Day with an annual parade, and many Illinois school children are given the day off. However, as the percentage of Polish Americans in Illinois drops and as fewer Polish Americans are elected to office, more and more schools in the state are opting out of observing the holiday. The holiday is also a special observance day in Wisconsin public schools, celebrated March 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, as outlined in state statute 118.02 (although this is not universally observed). While not a state holiday, Indiana also marks the day as a commemorative day by governor's proclamation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8847507378566755108?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8847507378566755108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8847507378566755108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8847507378566755108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8847507378566755108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-casimir-pulaski-day-folks.html' title='Happy Casimir Pulaski Day, Folks'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-4213952014772848766</id><published>2007-02-25T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:37:46.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Jones Not an Everyday Duo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everydayjones.com/medialib/Gallery%20-%2020050211/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.everydayjones.com/medialib/Gallery%20-%2020050211/25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo: EverydayJones.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight around 7 when Shawn and I were sipping our raspberry mochas and attempting to concentrate on our schoolwork, a duo that was unknown to me at the time started their sound check and grabbed my attention. Their name was Everyday Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ is not your average coffee shop act, but yet have a young, fresh sound that entertains the ear. I did not come to Borders tonight to hear them, but I'm glad I was in the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for acoustic bands because to be quite frank, it tends to bore me. Everyday Jones adds a kick of technology into the mix with various guitar and vocal effects. What they really have going for them is the strong vocals from Alissa Jandt as well as strong guitar playing by Jason Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said enough for now. If you really want to know what I'm talking about, check out their website at &lt;a href="http://everydayjones.com/"&gt;everydayjones.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-4213952014772848766?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/4213952014772848766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=4213952014772848766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4213952014772848766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4213952014772848766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/everyday-jones-not-everyday-duo.html' title='Everyday Jones Not an Everyday Duo'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-488185499913946472</id><published>2007-02-20T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:02:41.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting My Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whitebait.typepad.com/photos/chicago_architecture/the_el_looking_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://whitebait.typepad.com/photos/chicago_architecture/the_el_looking_up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rumor is true. Shawn and I are getting ready to invade Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Shawn did his taxes last week, he found out that a nice chunk of cash will be deposited into his bank account at the beginning of March. The amount is big enough to pay our lease on our house and leave us with a little bit of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where we are going? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks, though, is that the &lt;a href="http://chicagopolkaholics.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Polkaholics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are not playing when we will be in town. Yes, disappointing, but we'll be around for 3 days or so, hopping around on the Chicago Transit Authority. Moreover, we will be seeing my parents. This will be the first time that Shawn will be hanging out with them, but it should be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the most Bohemian food.... yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-488185499913946472?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/488185499913946472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=488185499913946472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/488185499913946472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/488185499913946472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-getting-my-vacation.html' title='I&apos;m Getting My Vacation!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8221143536388535465</id><published>2007-02-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:06:57.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbows Around Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mayaangelou.com/AngelouColor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mayaangelou.com/AngelouColor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo: mayaangelou.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Paying money to hear someone talk about rainbows may not be one’s idea of a fun night out, but it really depends on who is giving the talk. On Sunday February 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2007 I did exactly that and had the privilege to hear one of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s treasures, Maya Angelou, discuss how important rainbows are. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;From hearing this, one might think she is crazy, but this is not the case. Angelou told the audience of how there may be clouds in one’s life, but there will always be rainbows escaping from it. Moreover, how a person affects another positively is a rainbow and the length of the rainbow depends on how many people someone has affected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Rainbows were not the only subject discussed during the evening, but yet it was deep down at the core of talk she gave, no matter what she discussed. One of the most interesting subjects discussed was centered on Angelou’s rape at the age of 8 by her mother’s boyfriend. She told the captive audience that she told the secret to her brother, who told some of her family members. When things climaxed, the man was killed by Angelou’s uncles, but this caused other problems. Angelou believed that her words caused this man’s death, so she became practically mute for the next 5 years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Angelou also discussed her own personal experience with being homeless, and a scene she saw while in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; that shocked her to the point where she became confrontational. While walking down the street, Angelou spotted two individuals who were apparently homeless sitting in front of a store. She also saw a man walking out on the store, clearing his throat, and spitting on the two individuals. Disgusted, Angelou confronted the man, but he went back into the store without saying a word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Another important event in her life was when the United Nations was developing in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San   Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. She stated that she saw all the different people going in and out of the building and was intrigued. Unfortunately at the time, she was 16, pregnant, and about to graduate from high school. She said that she wanted to be a part of the United Nations and wondered if it would ever happen. This dream came true with the UN invited Angelou to recite a poem for their 50&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary. Angelou said that it was one of the happiest moments of her life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Rainbows fit into these events because she would not be who she was then and who she is today without rainbows in her life. She praised her grandmother as well as her uncle, and told the audience how they took care of her and how her partially paralyzed uncle taught her multiplication tables. She extends her uncle’s rainbow when she meets a man from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Little Rock&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; who was employed by Angelou’s uncle. Supposedly, her uncle gave him the job to help out him and his blind mother. He also learned his multiplication from him. Angelou met another man from the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Carolinas&lt;/st1:place&gt; who told her a similar story about how he was born to a disabled mother and Angelou’s uncle helped him and his mother out and also taught him multiplication as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;These men are not everyday people in our society. Angelou stated that the man from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/st1:state&gt; is now the mayor of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Little Rock&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and the man from the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Carolina&lt;/st1:city&gt; is in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; congress. The rainbow that affected these two individuals started with a partially paralyzed black man from a small town in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Despite all of this, his rainbow was able to reach out not just to Angelou, but also to a mayor of a major city in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as well as a &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; senator. This is the precedent that Angelou laid out on the table and hoped that we would follow. Despite the honking and fowl language in the Evergreen State College’s parking lot after the speech, maybe it hit some of the audience members. Only time will tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8221143536388535465?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8221143536388535465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8221143536388535465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8221143536388535465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8221143536388535465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/rainbows-around-maya-angelou.html' title='The Rainbows Around Maya Angelou'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-4611977112294707863</id><published>2007-02-17T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:01:04.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Northwest Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eatonvillenews.net/images/Bob/TREK%20FOREST%20SCAN%20%28OP%29%20lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.eatonvillenews.net/images/Bob/TREK%20FOREST%20SCAN%20%28OP%29%20lastscan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shawn and I did something pretty cool today. We spontaneously decided to go to the Northwest Trek as well as drive around the area where Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rainer&lt;/span&gt; is located. Of course, we had a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the trip was spontaneous, I didn't have gym shoes on, which kept my walking to a little bit more than a minimal. We did go on the Tram ride around the natural habitats of goats, bison, deer, etc. and we got pretty close to some of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I did not have our camera with, but there's always next time, which will most likely be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo courtesy of Eatonville News)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-4611977112294707863?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/4611977112294707863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=4611977112294707863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4611977112294707863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4611977112294707863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-northwest-trek.html' title='On the Northwest Trek'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8627906432610060505</id><published>2007-02-17T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:40:29.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears Shaves Her Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.tmz.com/media/2007/02/0216_britney_bald2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.tmz.com/media/2007/02/0216_britney_bald2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo courtesy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KABC&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and why do I care? I don't, honestly. I'm just a bit shocked. BTW, she copied off of me (I shaved my head at the end of summer last year). Maybe she'll be hanging around Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt; so she can borrow some of her wigs. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that she's finally lost it because I believe that she lost it a long time ago. Poor girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8627906432610060505?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8627906432610060505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8627906432610060505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8627906432610060505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8627906432610060505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/britney-spears-shaves-her-head.html' title='Britney Spears Shaves Her Head'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-1114004673486297203</id><published>2007-02-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:36:18.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Childhood Dreams</title><content type='html'>As I lay here in bed, a bit "under the weather", I was just spacing out and thought about things I wanted to do as a child, but did not get a chance to before my dreams were crushed by other students as well as teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acting&lt;/span&gt;- I always wanted to act, but I never had anyone help me. When I did try, many times I was told I couldn't because of my weight (which back in these days was 100 lbs lighter than what I am not, and a normal size). Also, I wasn't one of the teachers pets, which meant that I wasn't good enough to be in one of his/her plays because I didn't kiss the ground that they walked on (and other things as well, for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt;- I used to LOVE playing basketball, but again, I never had anyone encourage me or help me. The thing that really killed this dream was when I messed up both of my ankles by falling, which kept me out of gym class since the middle of 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade. I still have problems with them to this day, and many times on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing&lt;/span&gt;- I loved singing, and I wish my experience in school was similar to an anti-drug commercial that I saw on TV one day with Mary J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the commercial, she talks about wanting to sing in school, but all the other kids told her she wasn't any good. She then says that a teacher she had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; her and helped her out. Of course, we all know what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where this came from all of a sudden, but I felt like writing about it, so here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-1114004673486297203?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/1114004673486297203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=1114004673486297203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/1114004673486297203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/1114004673486297203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/dead-childhood-dreams.html' title='Dead Childhood Dreams'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8227057064321885611</id><published>2007-02-11T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T11:11:50.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for a Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want, and need, a vacation so very badly right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Since moving here in December 2005, I have left the state once, and that was part of a day to hang out in Portland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To be very honest, I'd die to get out of the Pacific Northwest right now and go on a vacation. My requirement of possible vacation destinations are simple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be East of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be in a different state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be in a different time zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must have more people than cows, corn, llamas, or whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must either be a BIG city or have one nearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One can only dream, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hopeful I am, but realistic I am as well, which kills the hopeful part of this equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8227057064321885611?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8227057064321885611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8227057064321885611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8227057064321885611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8227057064321885611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/wishing-for-vacation.html' title='Wishing for a Vacation'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-2707352835751878947</id><published>2007-02-09T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:02:19.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Medium in a Super-Sized World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other day I took a rare trip to &lt;a href="http://jackinthebox.com/"&gt;Jack In the Box&lt;/a&gt; to pick up a quick lunch. Nothing unusual happened. I ordered my food, a medium-sized beverage, and paid what I owed. What I got in return somewhat shocked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing was wrong in reality, but something was wrong in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My medium-sized beverage was HUGE! A whole 32 ounces, to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, does a medium have to be so damn big? Oh wait, we live in the United States of American (or at least I do), where bigger is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo: 32 ounce beverage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rc1tr1s8lOI/AAAAAAAAADI/ds_REC1QfgQ/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rc1tr1s8lOI/AAAAAAAAADI/ds_REC1QfgQ/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029796958760113378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-2707352835751878947?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/2707352835751878947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=2707352835751878947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/2707352835751878947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/2707352835751878947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/medium-in-super-sized-world.html' title='A Medium in a Super-Sized World'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rc1tr1s8lOI/AAAAAAAAADI/ds_REC1QfgQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8233213289422841439</id><published>2007-02-08T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:05:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tent City's Demise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwM_ls8lHI/AAAAAAAAACE/GaVklb1gR6M/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwM_ls8lHI/AAAAAAAAACE/GaVklb1gR6M/s320/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029409170457924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days, around Columbia and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in downtown Olympia, a group of individuals who took a stand and wanted to be heard, did something that some people might laugh at and some might not even pay attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They created what has been called "Tent City" or otherwise known as Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quixote&lt;/span&gt;.  About 20 homeless people pitched tent in the popular downtown area and didn't leave... until they were forced to. Even then, there are still some brave souls who aren't budging until they are heard... and understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2007, I made a visit to Tent City and it's residents, many who were either packing up what little they owned or were already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the campgrounds were fliers from the city of Olympia, telling them to leave. On the back is a list of numbers they can call in order to get shelter and other types of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwNMls8lII/AAAAAAAAACM/Yu1hiwq9YDY/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwNMls8lII/AAAAAAAAACM/Yu1hiwq9YDY/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029409393796224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If they are homeless, how are they supposed to make a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how are they supposed to get to a shelter if it isn't within walking distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw, there were many other problems with organizations listed. A few of the residents came up with a list of problems they have had with these organizations in the past. Here's a few of them:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwNMls8lII/AAAAAAAAACM/Yu1hiwq9YDY/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Religious requirements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No privacy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not allowed to stay with loved ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limited space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No pets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curfew&lt;/span&gt;, which can cause problems with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;individual's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;employment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One individual even shared a story with me about a time not too long ago when he needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; and went to St. Peter's Hospital in Olympia. He stated that because he was homeless, they refused to treat him unless he believed in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Americans, aren't we suppose to have the right to the freedom of religion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwNb1s8lJI/AAAAAAAAACU/1M2RJaJpZSE/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwNb1s8lJI/AAAAAAAAACU/1M2RJaJpZSE/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029409655789229202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the campsite were cops. There were a few biker cops on one corner, a few more cops in an alleyway, and there were various locations downtown where the finest of Olympia could be seen. It seemed quite weird to have all this police presence... and it kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; me out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of that night, there were still people at Tent City. In fact, it seemed to me like there were more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat look forward to seeing what happens with this situation, but in another way, I am not because I know the reaction will most likely not be a positive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(For more photos from Tent City, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2095723682&amp;code=26587694&amp;amp;mode=invite&amp;DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8233213289422841439?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8233213289422841439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8233213289422841439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8233213289422841439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8233213289422841439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/tent-citys-demise.html' title='Tent City&apos;s Demise'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcwM_ls8lHI/AAAAAAAAACE/GaVklb1gR6M/s72-c/Picture+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-4929594971199555397</id><published>2007-02-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:27:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Superbowl Shuffle... No Superbowl Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rcaj_EC6mRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oONrYNxuaAU/s1600-h/superbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rcaj_EC6mRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oONrYNxuaAU/s320/superbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027886337818794258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(photo: the Chicago Bears when they didn't suck...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Chicago Bears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost. I'm sorry, but I must say that it's your own fault. Yes, you worked hard, but you forgot one major part of the picture that could have almost guaranteed you a win today at the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys did not perform the Superbowl Shuffle '07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you suck. At least you don't suck as much as the Chicago Cubs do, but that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-4929594971199555397?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/4929594971199555397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=4929594971199555397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4929594971199555397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4929594971199555397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-superbowl-shuffle-no-superbowl-win.html' title='No Superbowl Shuffle... No Superbowl Win!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rcaj_EC6mRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oONrYNxuaAU/s72-c/superbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-4286403443879116953</id><published>2007-02-03T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:10:38.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lt. Watada Fights the "Big Guns" in Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcVqeUC6mPI/AAAAAAAAABg/DfrV-wNYvlY/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcVqeUC6mPI/AAAAAAAAABg/DfrV-wNYvlY/s320/Picture+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027541628038584562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, January 31st I had the pleasure of sitting in the front row of a speech that &lt;a href="http://thankyoult.org/"&gt;Lt. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ehren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Watada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave at &lt;a href="http://spscc.ctc.edu/"&gt;South Puget Sound Community College&lt;/a&gt; about why he refuses to be deployed to Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he is facing up to 4 years in jail if convicted of numerous charges by a court martial, but he's not worried about the punishment. Instead, he's worry about his fellow soldiers in Iraq, and those that will soon be sent. To &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Watada&lt;/span&gt;, Iraq is an illegal and unjust war, and according to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nuremberg&lt;/span&gt; treaty and the United Nations, he is correct. Of course, the big guys in Washington DC don't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his speech at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPSCC&lt;/span&gt;, he made many points to his defense, and it is somewhat difficult to regurgitate them at this current moment because of the large amount of material he covered in his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it as this.... &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sadam&lt;/span&gt; Hussein, the deceased former leader of Iraq, killed 40,000 &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iraqis&lt;/span&gt; during his over 25 year reign as the president of Iraq, but yet the United States has killed over 100,000 Iraq citizens since the world started only a few short years ago. Sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To learn more about Lt. Watada and his refusal to deploy to Iraq, visit his website at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thankyoult.org"&gt;http://thankyoult.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-4286403443879116953?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/4286403443879116953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=4286403443879116953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4286403443879116953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4286403443879116953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/02/lt-watada-fights-big-guns-in-washington.html' title='Lt. Watada Fights the &quot;Big Guns&quot; in Washington'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcVqeUC6mPI/AAAAAAAAABg/DfrV-wNYvlY/s72-c/Picture+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-6363789190399914941</id><published>2007-01-31T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:28:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Craziest Thing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night while I was waiting at my boyfriend at the supermarket, I felt like grabbing a hot cider from Starbucks. As the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; makes my beverage and starts up small talk, he asks how I am. I answer him honestly, and then ask him how his evening has been. He tells me that it has been good and that he got his wisdom teeth pulled out right before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true. What's more is that he has pain medication from the procedure, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE WAS NOT TAKING ANY OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally would never be able to do that. I seriously think he's insane. His &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; to my shock was, "It'll make me stronger." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I've got nothing else better to say than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-6363789190399914941?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/6363789190399914941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=6363789190399914941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6363789190399914941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6363789190399914941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/01/craziest-thing.html' title='The Craziest Thing'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-3881637384097880421</id><published>2007-01-28T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:28:33.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Car Wash in... January?</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, it is definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was driving around the Olympia, I noticed something that seemed quite strange to me. It is something that I wouldn't think of seeing in the middle of winter. This "something" is a car wash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please understand that if this was the middle of summer, I most likely would have forgotten about it by now, but guess what? It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seriously has to be one of the weirdest things that I've seen since moving out to Washington. My boyfriend did not think it was strange, but I just don't get it. Why would someone want to wash cars in the middle of winter. Why don't they sell candy bars or do something else instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by the way if anyone cares, this took place at the corner of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Littlerock&lt;/span&gt; Rd. &amp;amp; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trosper&lt;/span&gt; Rd. in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tumwater&lt;/span&gt;, WA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-3881637384097880421?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/3881637384097880421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=3881637384097880421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/3881637384097880421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/3881637384097880421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/01/car-wash-in-january.html' title='A Car Wash in... January?'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-4981574200141586344</id><published>2007-01-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:04:31.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally for Peace... Bring Our Troops Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-1kC6mOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oGFWj_V-F_k/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-1kC6mOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oGFWj_V-F_k/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024960374168525026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This morning, I managed to get out of bed before noon and go to downtown Olympia where a peace rally was taking place. I wrote a paper about it for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sociology class. This is how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Saturday January 27&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, 2007, a very important event took place in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Olympia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I have to say that I was quite happy to be at this event with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;like minded&lt;/span&gt; people. This event was the peace rally. The idea was simple: objectors of the war in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; were to meet at the fountain on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Avenue&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, across from &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thriftway&lt;/span&gt;, at or before noon. They would then walk down &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Avenue&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; in downtown &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Olympia&lt;/st1:city&gt;, then stand in a single file line and protest the war in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This, of course, took place and it was a hell of a sight to see. By the time the people started walking back to the fountain around 12:40PM, there had to be at least 500 people there. It even got to the point where a few busloads of people coming from places such as &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tenino&lt;/span&gt;, arrived to stick up for what they believe is right. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Many different groups were represented at the rally. I saw the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; veterans, the ladies in black, and different people of different ages. There were people that one might see as being total opposites, such as punks and grandmas, joining together for this very important cause. The most shocking thing that I observed was a woman walking around with a flag folded into the shape of a triangle. I was compelled to ask her story, but I already knew what the answer was. At the beginning, I saw her trying to hide her emotions and I even thought that tears were going to start rolling down her cheeks, but it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t happen, or at least I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t see it happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-c0C6mMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8vNTmyrtJoY/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-c0C6mMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8vNTmyrtJoY/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024959948966762690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, what did all these people have in common? They all disliked or hated the war. Also, they all supported the troops and wanted them to come home safely and not in a casket. The social problem is clear: US having a military presence in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a social problem to these people. They do not support increasing the number of troops. They do not support Bush. They are standing up for what they believe in and trying to save lives, not just the lives of American troops, but also the lives of innocent Iraqis who are not terrorists and who are not criminals, but yet are being treated as such by the American government.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;People were holding up signs that said things such as “Bush’s War”, “Impeach Bush”, and “Not the people’s war” (which is a personal favorite of mine and which happens to be hanging up on the window of my house as we speak). 3,000 was a number that was seen many times. The number 3,000 represents the number of US troops that have perished since the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; invaded &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Another familiar face and name would be that of Lieutenant &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Watada&lt;/span&gt;. As you may already know, Lt. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Watada&lt;/span&gt; was to be deployed to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but refused to go because of his belief that it is an illegal war. He is facing 6 years in military prison, but in his mind, body, and soul his belief is so terribly strong, he is willing to stand up for what he believes in, no matter if it sends him to jail for 6 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-n0C6mNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-vVyLsrpix0/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-n0C6mNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-vVyLsrpix0/s320/Picture+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024960137945323730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;One more interesting point that was brought up by some individuals at the rally was the lack of acting pursuing Bin Laden for the terrorism that took place on 9/11. Because of the fact that I lived in DC during 9/11, this is somewhat of a sensitive issue for me. I actually talked about it with a gentleman who had a sign that represented this frustration. I told him exactly what I felt about the issue myself, and I also told him that many of my friends and I seriously thought that the world was going to end after the two planes hit the towers in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Why don’t we have Bin Laden? Why do we have to bother the innocent people in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? The two don’t connect other than for the reason that we are somewhere Bin Laden &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;To conclude this incredible experience: I am extremely glad and quite grateful that I had this experience to attend such a wonderful event. The smile on people’s faces was somewhat bizarre because of the subject at hand, but they only did it because they were peace-loving individuals who don’t want others to suffer if necessary. I also have to comment that Shawn (my boyfriend) and I have been driving a car for a few months with a bumper sticker I put on there that says: 100,000 Iraqis dead. Got Morals? We’re proud of what we believe in. I asked him about it the other day after I was caught in a game of road rage on I-5 driving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tacoma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with some people who &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t like the sticker. He said, “If I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe in it, it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be on there.” I honestly think that says it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Note: There are more pictures in an album from the rally at &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2096146629"&gt;imagestation&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-4981574200141586344?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/4981574200141586344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=4981574200141586344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4981574200141586344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/4981574200141586344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/01/rally-for-peace-bring-our-troops-home.html' title='Rally for Peace... Bring Our Troops Home!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw-1kC6mOI/AAAAAAAAABA/oGFWj_V-F_k/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-8039639436951694325</id><published>2007-01-27T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:13:36.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Sex Workers Art Show, or also known as pasties gallore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw710C6mII/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4LrUnG87rg/s1600-h/Picture+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw710C6mII/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4LrUnG87rg/s320/Picture+292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024957079928608898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, my boyfriend Shawn and I went to the Washington Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Olympia to see what I would like to call the raciest, yet most entertaining show that I've ever seen. Yes, that's right folks! I'm talking about the 10&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual Sex Workers Arts show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the show, other than to entertain, of course, is to let the sex workers express themselves instead of keeping them &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;, as the public likes to typically go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversity was wide-spread at the show. There were skinny girls, fat girls, young girls, old girls, gay guys, straight guys, bondage lovers, African-Americans, Asians, and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;a href="http://sexworkersartshow.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; provides more information on the tour and the performers. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(NOTE: I have also published more pictures from the Sex Workers Art show in an album. The link is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2096147385"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagestation&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcVrZ0C6mQI/AAAAAAAAABs/R9H1aKVxBSw/s1600-h/Picture+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/RcVrZ0C6mQI/AAAAAAAAABs/R9H1aKVxBSw/s320/Picture+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027542650240801026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-8039639436951694325?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/8039639436951694325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=8039639436951694325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8039639436951694325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/8039639436951694325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/01/sex-workers-art-show-or-also-known-as.html' title='the Sex Workers Art Show, or also known as pasties gallore!'/><author><name>lee lee (lisa)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050915783641943306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-407.vo.llnwd.net/01262/70/44/1262524407_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5WLPlDjyeiY/Rbw710C6mII/AAAAAAAAAAM/s4LrUnG87rg/s72-c/Picture+292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188171075058004653.post-6788806547179666689</id><published>2007-01-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:53:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post..... Awwww</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, let me state what the deal is. I am calling this blog "Me and 'We'" because it is just that.... me, myself, and I as well as WE as in me and other people. What will be posted on this blog are experiences of my life that have some point (hopefully) and will be still that you might actually find interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, this would be the appropriate time to say some stupid, corny "let's go" type deal, but I'll just let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; make something up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2188171075058004653-6788806547179666689?l=lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/feeds/6788806547179666689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2188171075058004653&amp;postID=6788806547179666689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6788806547179666689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2188171075058004653/posts/default/6788806547179666689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaannjarrett.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-post-awwww.html' title='My First Post..... 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