<?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-7005793352792193746</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:42:17.950-05:00</updated><category term='plant'/><category term='indian'/><category term='bad kitty'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='snacks'/><category term='epicurious'/><category term='japanese'/><category term='MUMOK'/><category term='chicken tikka'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='philadelphia'/><category term='new'/><category term='cat'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='modern art'/><category term='tampopo'/><title type='text'>white white house</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-8231511856626633692</id><published>2009-05-21T17:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:00:27.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Or Not.</title><content type='html'>Color is a funny thing. Especially for two people who could see themselves living with so many different colors. But each color combination will inspire these people to live a certain way. I am deeply effected by color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I took a little trip to the Lowe's last weekend and found ourselves examining paint chips. We had a basic idea of what we were looking for: mustard yellow, cream (instead of grey as previously stated), and a pretty lavender. We immediately found the cream, but the mustard was much more difficult. Most yellows are very bright or too orange. Eventually we found a yellow called Dahlia that was as close to perfect as we could probably get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the colors are pretty much as planned, aside from the cream/grey switch (cream was what I originally wanted anyway). But when it came to the bedroom we were all over the place. We pulled one swatch from the Martha Stewart collection called Persimmon, and the more we looked at it the more we loved it. While it's bright, our bedroom windows are North-facing so I don't think the color with overwhelm the room with that crazy reflective thing bright paint can do in a small room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the new palettes, as close as I can get them using a laptop and Adobe Kuler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ShX4uIHDe5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li8KPXnV_jg/s1600-h/livingroom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ShX4uIHDe5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li8KPXnV_jg/s320/livingroom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446404652333970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livingroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ShX4uanJaaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3X8m_FmGIN8/s1600-h/bedroom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ShX4uanJaaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3X8m_FmGIN8/s320/bedroom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338446409618778530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could change a little bit (like that light blue...), but for the most part we're set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also picked out our couch. And bought a decent vintage coffee table from a guy on Craigslist. Oh and we get to pick up the keys to the new place tomorrow!!!! I'm so psyched. We are going to spend this whole weekend painting, and then we'll start moving boxes in next week. We're also making a pretty serious Ikea run on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough we'll be having our BBQ! I can't wait to move... no more annoying downstairs and upstairs neighbors... we can sit outside in our yard all summer long... and it will just be a cute house! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on documenting the whole experience through photographs. It will be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-8231511856626633692?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8231511856626633692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=8231511856626633692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8231511856626633692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8231511856626633692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/or-not.html' title='...Or Not.'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ShX4uIHDe5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Li8KPXnV_jg/s72-c/livingroom.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-3299794908039302694</id><published>2009-04-27T18:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:13:38.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><title type='text'>Step 1</title><content type='html'>Every time Travis and I move to a new apartment we swear up and down that this will be the time we put effort into decorating. We're both design savvy. We both love seeing our plans come together. Plus we love shopping. We came close last time with our East Falls apartment. It took about 1.5 years, but we did a pretty good job (especially considering we did it on a nearly nonexistent budget). When we moved into the loft, Travis was pretty set on making it into an amazing space. But once we priced out the cost of walls, rugs, and storage we realized it would be too much money to put into a space that we weren't going to stay at longer than one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is going to be different! And I mean that. We will have a house on a quiet street with nice landlords. And now that we finally have money, our design visions can be achieved (within reason). I've decided that the first step will be choosing paint colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing around on &lt;a href="http://kuler.adobe.com/"&gt;Adobe's Kuler site&lt;/a&gt; (which can be soooooo addicting!), I formed a few color pallets. Travis and I pretty much agree on everything except the bedroom. While our pallets are pretty similar, I think that each would totally change the feeling of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3az2oQtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dlUeu6iVFqY/s1600-h/bedroom1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3az2oQtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dlUeu6iVFqY/s320/bedroom1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329508142775026386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lavender/lilac color would probably be on all of the walls (although we might just do one accent wall with the other walls being the light grey). The dark grey would be the duvet cover, green would be used in accent pillows and probably some plants, and the pinkey/cream color would be used in the pillows, rug, and curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Travis's choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3bPtuJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDFUpstsr98/s1600-h/bedroom2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3bPtuJnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dDFUpstsr98/s320/bedroom2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329508150253856370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue would be the main color (although maybe just an accent wall with the light grey still going on the other walls). Same dark grey duvet cover, same rug and curtains. The red-orange would be the accent color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our bedroom furniture is dark brown, so really either color combination would work. But the colors would have to also carry into my office/dressing room. I guess that's the main issue. If the colors were just going to be for the bedroom I probably wouldn't care much, but they also have to go in my office space. I really could live with, and be happy with, either set. I'm just not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do have the color pallet decided for the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3bC6CjvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2aDxSEmluRk/s1600-h/livingroom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3bC6CjvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2aDxSEmluRk/s320/livingroom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329508146815864562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to have some of the same colors through out the house. I had originally wanted to do cream, but Travis changed my mind and we are going with light grey. The mustard yellow will be on the wall directly across from the front door, so it will be very dramatic. We've pretty much picked out all of the furniture and accessories. Travis is going to build us a lovely sideboard, and I'm really excited about that. It will be his first real woodworking project. Luckily his Dad is a bit of an expert. I just can't wait to start shopping and painting. I've been planning everything for the past almost 2 months, so it will be really fun when we can actually get started. I am not looking forward to painting, but everything should get done in a weekend. It's a small house afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I'll have some inspiration photos to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-3299794908039302694?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3299794908039302694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=3299794908039302694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3299794908039302694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3299794908039302694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-1.html' title='Step 1'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SfY3az2oQtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dlUeu6iVFqY/s72-c/bedroom1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-2933607488937375278</id><published>2009-04-20T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:25:57.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail.</title><content type='html'>I fail at blogging. It's ok. I really won't attempt to pick up where I left off, but here's a bulleted list of my life updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit my job at the hospital. I couldn't take the godawful hours of 11p-7a. I was tired of talking to the dying elderly and drunks. Plus I really can't stand working in a place where everyone gets all worked up over having to follow rules. Just do your damn job and stop complaining. I will miss most of the nursing staff and my other night crew pals. They really made the job worthwhile in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travis and I signed a lease for a house in Fishtown. You may scoff at the mention of this underrated neighborhood, but if you saw our block you might consider living there. It's a whole house with a basement, 2 bedrooms (really 1.5 or 1 and a dressing room), and a courtyard all for $950 a month. I am so stoked and have been counting down the days to move in (about 35).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've decided to apply to a MPH program. I don't like hospitals, I don't like sick people, and I don't like debt. So I don't think med school is really the route I want to take. I think I'd be much happier doing almost anything in Public Health.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travis has a full-time job at an advertising agency in the city. He started out doing a little freelance work, but the hired him within 2 or 3 weeks. He's officially a Computer Graphics Specialist, but he does many things including web design, some print work, and most recently illustration. This job has probably been one of the greatest things to happen for us. He's out of the house during the day, we can pay all of our bills, and we have a positive balance every month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That might be it. I don't know, but those are the most important things I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had beautiful weather last weekend. I happily spent most of my time outside, and even more happily with a beer in my hand. On Saturday I went to my first Taco Night, which is hosted by one of Travis's friends from work. It was amazing fun, but the night ended on a strange note with someone getting shot in the head with a pellet gun. Our party was using a sling shot to fly squeezed lemon and lime halves around the neighborhood, and I guess a disgruntled neighbor decided to fire back with a pellet gun. It was messed up, but I've lived in this city long enough to know that you do not mess with your neighbors. No one was seriously injured, but it kind of ended Taco Night. I'm totally looking forward to the next one, although I doubt anything will be flying around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most perfect weekend has its flaws. Unfortunately this weekend brought my sister to the ER with a collapsed lung. She's alright, but still in the hospital. It was a spontaneous pneumothorax, and no one is really sure just why it happened to her. I feel so bad that she had to sit in a hospital bed all weekend. She loves laying in bed, but it's different when you're stuck there with no control over leaving! I just wish I could've been there to read her gossip magazines and make fun of old people or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was sort of boring. I think the next one will be better. I'm going to start posting all my interior decorating brainstorming sessions. I have one month to finalize everything that I've been working on for the passed two months. I love getting a new house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-2933607488937375278?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2933607488937375278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=2933607488937375278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2933607488937375278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2933607488937375278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/fail.html' title='Fail.'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-651173311511400749</id><published>2009-01-30T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:15:20.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewlz</title><content type='html'>So I may have mentioned before that I LOVE jewelry. One day I hope to have a little treasure chest full of sparkling stones and rocks. And I also hope that one day people have treasure chests full of jewelry made my by own little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I've been preparing to launch a jewelry shop on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; (if you haven't been, you need to go... after you read my blog of course!). Travis bought me a bunch of supplies for my birthday - resin, molds, wire, beads, jewelry pliers, pin backs, earring thingies. I've just been too busy and tired to make any progress, but every once in a while the mood strikes me and I need to act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had an insane sale at work, and I bought a bracelet made of beads that I liked. I had first thought about making a ring, but then realized I would have to go out and buy a thicker gauge wire than I had. So I took out my supplies and thought, and eventually a pin emerged from the jumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SYNrYKIq8DI/AAAAAAAAAF4/52UGRWHCUYY/s1600-h/pin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SYNrYKIq8DI/AAAAAAAAAF4/52UGRWHCUYY/s320/pin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297195649499590706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SYNrX4HXvKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KMytSzpwgAc/s1600-h/pin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SYNrX4HXvKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KMytSzpwgAc/s320/pin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297195644662299810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the pictures are a bit blurry. I couldn't fuss with the camera, and the pin is kind of small (about 1.5 inches from the bottom of the large teardrop bead to the top of the small pink bead, and about 1.25 inches wide). It's very pretty in person. I'm in love with the colors. This pin was a really excellent project for me because not only did I play around with wire wrapping (each protruding bead/cluster is held on by a small wire), I got to do a little soldering. Last week Travis made some sort of loop pedal or something and had the soldering iron out. As usual (haha) Travis didn't put it away, but it gave me an idea. At the end of each bead/cluster there is a little solder bead holding everything in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm very proud of my handiwork and can't wait to make some more! Maybe this time next year my little dream will be a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-651173311511400749?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/651173311511400749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=651173311511400749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/651173311511400749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/651173311511400749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/jewlz.html' title='Jewlz'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SYNrYKIq8DI/AAAAAAAAAF4/52UGRWHCUYY/s72-c/pin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-2007546381293460118</id><published>2009-01-20T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:57:08.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt, please.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up to beautiful white flurries. It was a mostly perfect snow-- sticking to trees but not really effecting the street. Well for the better part of the day. It really was the kind of day that is meant to be enjoyed from a comfortable bed. Or a beautiful mountain lodge if you are so lucky to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't lucky enough to enjoy either. So I drove to the retail job with cold wet feet. I arrived safely, but did not feel safe from the shopping bug. It lays dormant in my bones until new merchandise arrives. Sometimes I can fight it off by just buying one small item, but this relapse is kind of out of control. Don't worry! I haven't bought anything yet. But I know it's just a matter of time. I'm going to lay out my budget and make the necessary cutbacks to cure my ailment. If I don't buy coffee for a month, that's like $25. Not enough... maybe all those late nights at the hospital will buy me that new rose colored dress I've been eying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me in life, you probably know that I mostly wear black. Not because I am a recovering goth or because I lack wardrobe creativity. I just like black. It's easy. Everything matches. I have always loved black and I always will. But lately I've been contemplating cream. And rosy mauves, taupes, grey lavenders, plums, and ohmygod possibly even some blues. It feels so strange to be drooling over a beautifully architectual cream sweater. I'm trying to come to terms with this new color pallete attraction, but I think my closet may be unrecognizable in a few weeks. That is if I can make enough cutbacks to fund the cure to my winter blahs. Because when it comes down to it, this seasonal bug I catch is probably just a symptom of the Winter Doldrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the snow was beautiful as it fell, I'm ready for it to melt away. I want to bear my decollete in a lightweight knit sweater. I want my freshly painted toes to peep through some delicious nude open toed pumps. I want to eat small sandwiches on a lovely quilt in the park. I think I need to live some place warmer and cheerier. Philadelphia can be so dirty and grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-2007546381293460118?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2007546381293460118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=2007546381293460118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2007546381293460118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2007546381293460118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/melt-please.html' title='Melt, please.'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-4991555955627989164</id><published>2008-12-31T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:36:08.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a side note...</title><content type='html'>So this morning I had to get up at 6am. I woke Travis up a little later and he was like, "UGH! Why did you have to wake me up? I was having a really good dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away to finish getting ready and I hear Travis talking... "I was hanging out with Heidi and Spencer and I was making fun of them soooo bad! We were going shopping or something and I just kept ripping on them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I was shocked. Travis hates The Hills. But I'm pretty sure after this incident that he secretly loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching him sleep on the couch right now and can't help but wonder what is going on in that head. Maybe he and Lauren are having drinks at Les Deux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Travis. You're too cute. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-4991555955627989164?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4991555955627989164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=4991555955627989164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4991555955627989164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4991555955627989164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-side-note.html' title='Just a side note...'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-6945002246779726294</id><published>2008-12-30T23:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:24:29.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Although the "holidays" are pretty much over, it's still appropriate. New Years Eve is tomorrow night and for the sake of nice wishes it will count as a Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily (and uninterestingly) this year was void of drama. My family life is relatively drama-free, with exceptions here and there, but last Christmas was kind of ridic. Let's just say a member of not my family (or Travis's) decided to indulge their addiction in a suburban bathroom thus somewhat making Christmas dinner awkward for everyone. Not to mention the not-my-Uncle who made my whole evening awkward and sort of helped ruin the Christmas experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was easy. We spend the Eve at Travis's parents' house which always holds the promise of delicious food, cute kids, and smiling faces. We also went to Bert's annual record store Christmas party, which always holds the promise of good beer and tasty Italian food. Not to mention wonderful music purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to my parents' house was filled with my drunken Christmas caroling and Travis joining in on the choruses. We did almost hit a deer (I think) but made it home safely. My Egyptian dad Zaki was waiting for me with open arms. My Dad was waiting for me with an open beer. They know me so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day was business as usual. Opening wonderful gifts, including an iPod Touch from Travis to me. Besides my insanely luxorious new mattress that came from my parents, the Touch was my favorite present. Today when I got home from work I took an extra long nap in my bed then woke up and browsed Etsy on my iPod. Ahhh heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so tired lately. I feel like when I get a day off all I want to do is sleep. Luckily I have a new mattress and fabulous bed frame to indulge my greatest pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some cute pictures to randomly show you. My sister's pup Dolce just turned one and had a fabulous birthday party. All of her little dog friends came and they ate a special doggy carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_2-7mIeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0FcTOjbcPVg/s1600-h/dolcebaby"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_2-7mIeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0FcTOjbcPVg/s320/dolcebaby" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818432743678434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dolce as a little foxy baby stealing treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_849k0vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oZaACxzE9FE/s1600-h/dolcebig"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_849k0vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oZaACxzE9FE/s320/dolcebig" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818534220583666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's all grown up next her her little cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_9P9FH3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0dvebNXbC10/s1600-h/stanleydolce"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_9P9FH3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0dvebNXbC10/s320/stanleydolce" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818540392521586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stanley and Dolce are dating. She like to hump him and Stanley doesn't mind at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So tomorrow might actually be the best New Year's Eve I've ever had. I don't want to put too much pressure on it, but I'm pretty sure it can't fail. Travis and I are going to my friends Kim and Steve's apartment in Old City for dinner and drinking. AND my fav boss ever Lou (and I'm not just saying that because I know she's going to read this!) and her husband will be there. Plus maybe some others! I just know that I will not be in a shitty club, overcrowded bar, or feeling claustrophobic in Times Square. And I will sleep in my own amazing bed. Maybe I should think of a New Year's resolution... like running two miles a day. How long do you think that would last? haha I'll start taking bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-6945002246779726294?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6945002246779726294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=6945002246779726294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6945002246779726294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6945002246779726294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SVr_2-7mIeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0FcTOjbcPVg/s72-c/dolcebaby' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-9164867806094250927</id><published>2008-12-12T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:06:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude awakenings</title><content type='html'>When I tell people that I live in an old factory that has been converted into a loft they think it's pretty cool. I thought it was cool until like the 3rd day. It's a huge space in a pretty nice neighborhood. Travis and I thought it was exactly what we were looking for. I still think Travis feels pretty good about it, but I am much more sensitive than he is. I hate hearing other people's noises (unless it's some sort of crazy, juicy conversation), smelling other people's smells, and dealing with other people's laziness (read: messes left in public places). I know this is all part of the apartment living experience, but in my last dwelling all of the people living in my "building" (a house converted into 3 apartments) were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this up because I really hate my building this morning. I didn't go to bed until 2am. I had worked a late shift at the Retail Job, and I wasn't exactly tired when I came home. I didn't expect to be woken up at 8am by hammers and saws and workmen talking. But it happened. The apartment next to mine has been vacant for a while, so I guess they decided to move the door from one end of the apartment to the other (Travis later talked to the men and they're converting the apartment to a two bedroom). So instead of having my nice little lonely door at the end of the hall where I never have to talk to anyone and can just sneak in quickly before having to make conversation, I now have a door about 1 foot away from mine. So you can imagine the noise. My loft has 14 ft ceilings and no substantial furniture to absorb sound. Every little thing echos. So I had a nice time listening to echoing hammers and saws and the freight elevator going up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I went back to sleep! I amazed myself. I must've been exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was sleeping soundly until Stanley made a sneak attack on Miso, who had decided to cuddle with Travis at the computer desk. That woke me up, but I went back to sleep. Some Travis noises (computer, walking, shower, quiet music, etc.) made me stir, but I managed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until I was abruptly woken up by the musical stylings of Bobby Vinton. WHAT?! At first I thought it was some cheesey old Christmas music, but then I listened a little harder. It was so loud and strange, so I just thought it was coming from the construction workers. I mean that would be weird, but whatever. And then I realized it was actually coming from my really strange upstairs neighbors. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much luck with upstairs neighbors in this building. The first set decided it was cool if their dog peed all over their apartment, and it was even cooler that the pee dripped through their floor and into my apartment (no insulation or anything between their floor and my ceiling. Just wood floor boards and wood ceiling beams). They also thought it would be cool to blast kind of shitty R&amp;amp;B from 11pm to 3am. Whatever. They left at the end of July and we were ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison our new neighbors are great. They are pretty quiet most of the time. Their dog doesn't pee everywhere. But they listen to the most awful music. And they sing along. AND THEY CAN'T SING. Most of us can't, but I don't think most people crank up the Bobby Vinton at 10am on a Friday and really belt it out. Both the guy and the girl are equally awful singers and sing equally loud. Usually not together though (thank goodness). Now it only lasted about two hours, but still. Imagine living in a place where the music of your neighbors sounds like it's coming from your own stereo. And getting their lovely sing-a-long redition of top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to their weirdness... Travis thinks that they are into acting. When he's working from home they like run lines and stuff. They also sing sans music, and then I kind of wish I were deaf. They also have these parties (I think it's a party) like once a month where a bunch of people come over, stay for an hour, leave for about 2 hours, and then come back for one or two more hours. And the whole time it sounds like they are walking around. I can hear them talk, but more than anything I can hear all of their footsteps. And it doesn't stop the whole time they're up there. What kind of party is this? Have you ever been to a party where you just walked around the whole time? I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't want to complain about them. I could still be living under the crazy lesbians with two bad dogs and a penchant for shitty R&amp;amp;B and using their crazy karate muscles to intimidate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here are some pictures of my loft because I forgot to post them before. It's so cute. I just wish I didn't have neighbors. And they put more money into nice fixtures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SUKix0T-urI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vl1pw0Mi29k/s1600-h/loft2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SUKix0T-urI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vl1pw0Mi29k/s320/loft2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278960689971378866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SUKixfKkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZM2RTXVOIxs/s1600-h/loft1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SUKixfKkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZM2RTXVOIxs/s320/loft1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278960684294744034" 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/7005793352792193746-9164867806094250927?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9164867806094250927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=9164867806094250927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/9164867806094250927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/9164867806094250927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/rude-awakenings.html' title='Rude awakenings'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SUKix0T-urI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vl1pw0Mi29k/s72-c/loft2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-4429145349963395772</id><published>2008-12-09T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:01:01.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Beez.</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness. Things have been hectic again. A combination of work, home duties, and a new dog have totally wiped me out. Lately I've been feeling like I'm working every minute of the day. Although you probably couldn't tell yesterday as I decided to spend most of the day in bed. It was a treat I definitely earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so yes. Travis and I adopted a pup a few weeks ago. His name is Stanley and he's a crazy bundle of energy. He'll be 3 years old in April. We think that he's a French Bulldog/Staffordshire Bull Terrier mix. But who really knows! He's cute either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ST70MAq-9iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z-pIRjKaTwY/s1600-h/stanley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ST70MAq-9iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z-pIRjKaTwY/s320/stanley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277924300500694562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's him sleeping in Miso's chair. Lately the cats have been hanging out on top of the kitchen cabinets. They seem pretty happy up there, but I miss seeing them run around. I guess eventually everyone will get along ok and they can resume their romping. Miso and Nori actually kind of cuddle together. I guess Miso realized that Nori was the lesser of two evils and could tolerate her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent cold weather has also kept me from doing anything too exciting. If I can walk there in 10 minutes, or if I can be driven there I will do it. Otherwise I've been pretty reluctant to go out. I really should be using all of this inside time for productive things, but old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously things have been pretty boring around here. Maybe something more exciting will happen next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-4429145349963395772?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4429145349963395772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=4429145349963395772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4429145349963395772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4429145349963395772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-beez.html' title='Busy Beez.'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/ST70MAq-9iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Z-pIRjKaTwY/s72-c/stanley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-2676250972571183082</id><published>2008-10-30T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:34:34.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My.</title><content type='html'>So you may notice by now the inconsistency of my nature. With all endeavors I take on there is this pattern I seem to follow: start strong and then kind of crap out. I've always known this about myself. In school I would start every semester saying, "I am going to re-read my notes every night, keep my papers organized, and finish every long-term assignment at least a week before it is due." Things would go this way for about 2 weeks, and then I would revert to my old ways. I guess it's a lack of discipline. But really, this is the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a different blog a long time ago. I wrote in it pretty sporadically, so I decided to end it. I started this blog last winter because I felt like I would post regularly. I was busy, but felt compelled to document my experiences. It was (and still is) a very transitional time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why has it been so difficult for me to keep up with my blog in the past few months? I am done school, I am not studying for anything (yet), and I don't bring my work home with me. I can't really answer that, but I have decided to make a concerted effort to post weekly. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my second part-time job this month. It is in the emergency room of a South Jersey hospital. So far I really like it and pretty much wish it was a full-time job. I am responsible for registering patients, getting their demographic and insurance info, and getting them to sign some legal documents. It doesn't sound like a very exciting job, but it actually is. I get to see how the ER works and improve my patient care skills. Travis kind of teased me because I seem to have this affliction where the craziest person in the room will tell me their life story, and I will kindly listen to them no matter how much I wish I could blow them off and run away. It doesn't matter where I go. It's pretty much guaranteed that a crazy person, clueless person, old person, or all of the above will single me out. So you can only imagine what I hear on a daily basis in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working my retail job, but hoping to hear about a more full-time Monday-Friday 9-5 type of job. I have my resume out there and hoping for a nibble. Why is it so hard to find a job? I guess a lot of us are in the same boat. I am about ready to jump overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One (positive?) development that has occurred over the past few weeks is my decision to re-apply to medical school. After I had that conversation with my mom I realized there must be a reason why I was so upset. No one can make you feel anything unless you believe what they're saying. My mom has called me a lot of things, but when she said I was a disappointment I really felt like I was. I disappointed (some of) my family, friends, mentors, and mostly myself. I didn't want to take my MCATs again this summer because I really couldn't deal with more disappointment. But once I realized that there was no rush and that I could take a few months to study and prepare, I probably wouldn't be disappointed. So beginning November 1st I will begin studying for the MCAT I intend to take in March. So yeah, I wouldn't be starting med school until 2010, but at least I would feel like I wasn't rushed and that I was pursuing my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to clearly see the path you're meant to take? I've felt so many different things in the past 6 months, and hopefully this decision will be the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-2676250972571183082?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2676250972571183082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=2676250972571183082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2676250972571183082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2676250972571183082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my.html' title='Oh My.'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-6407566033095867664</id><published>2008-10-03T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:21:55.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Travis invented a new word. Quaple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-6407566033095867664?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6407566033095867664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=6407566033095867664' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6407566033095867664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6407566033095867664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-diary-tonight-travis-invented-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-3377452220331889432</id><published>2008-10-02T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:28:21.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some self indulgence</title><content type='html'>Should I really know what I want to do with my life at the age of 22? I ask myself every day. Right now I'm just happy to be making enough money to pay my rent and electric, eat, and buy a case of beer. I have lived about a quarter of my life so far (a little less). And about three quarters of that time has been spent in a learning institution. This is the first fall that I have not been in school. I don't exactly like it, but I'm happy to have a little time off. In fact, I really don't want to have anything to do with academics right now. I don't want to take a standardized test. I don't want to write an essay about my dreams and aspirations. I don't want to tell you what I did on my summer vacation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all about applying to a graduate program for next fall. I have been feeling unsure of myself recently (it's been about 5 months since I've studied for anything), and that has led to my delaying applications and testing. I just don't know if I have what it takes... I mean I know that I do. But I'm afraid. I don't want to make any major choices if I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where did this all come from?" you may be wondering. Well in a word: MOM. My mom knows I don't want to be a failure. She knows that I am trying to figure out my path, but for whatever reason she keeps pushing certain sensitive issues. Tonight she just made me second guess myself. And then third guess if that's possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the end of the day, I'm left confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hungry. And sick. But I'm about to eat some enchiladas so it's good. And hopefully my recent malady (chest cold, what's new?) will find it's way out overnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-3377452220331889432?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3377452220331889432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=3377452220331889432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3377452220331889432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3377452220331889432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-self-indulgence.html' title='Some self indulgence'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-8449626978749115994</id><published>2008-09-22T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:15:32.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chchchchchchanges</title><content type='html'>The past seven days have been pretty hectic. I finally got some more hours at work (yay!), found a second job (extra yay!), revisited a friendship, celebrated a relationship milestone, saw one of my favorite performers, and enjoyed some quality time with my fav girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been following my life since May, you would know that I've been on the prowl for a full-time job. Coming to terms with the fact that my bachelor's degree means basically nothing in the real world has been pretty difficult. No one is hiring full-time, or if they are you need about 20 different certifications and years of experience. So I followed some leads of possible well paying part-time work, and found myself in a hospital in Jersey talking to a nice HR woman. She found me a job with steady, although slightly inconvenient, hours. Come October I will be one of the many Americans with a second job. It's only temporary, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday was probably my favorite day (Thursday was a close second). It was my day off, and I had originally planned on spending it riding my bike, drinking beers, and seeing Why? and Mount Eerie. But it wound up being taken up by a job interview (nice, but not the same type of fun a beer filled bike ride brings), naps, and an unexpected text message from a friend. I groggily smeared on some eyeliner, searched for my wallet, and sped off to the Pour House in East Falls to meet her for a beer. It was nice catching up, and I'm happy to know she's still the same and pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a questionable drive along the river, I found myself around Rittenhouse. Since I've lived in Philly I've only missed one Why? show. And that was because of a car accident that landed me in the emergency room for about 8 hours. I've missed every other Mount Eerie show, so I knew the show would be a treat. I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some bands you just need to see live to truly appreciate their talent. Sometimes because they are such a spectacle, sometimes because their ability to play ensemble is mesmerizing, and sometimes because the attention you must give to a live show helps bring out subleties you might normally miss. I admit that most of the times I've listened to Mount Eerie I've been driving. My attention fades in and out with the flow of traffic. I already knew I liked the sounds, but watching and really listening to Phil Elverum was a lovely experience. The music is simple. The words are simple. But everything is true and beautiful. I was finally able to really appreciate what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Why? was wonderful, of course. I did really want to hear some older stuff ("Just one from Hymie's Basement. Even Early Whitney. Please?") but it was fun to listen to songs from their new album. I had been listening to Alopecia pretty steadily, so I was ready to sing along. You can't stay quiet in my opinion. I did feel old (what, old at 22?) because most of the kids there were around 16. I saw smiling faces full of braces. This was strange. I felt better once Cassie got there and we looked at some Biochemistry slides. No matter how many times I see Why?, I always feel pretty sad when it's over. I'm still a little sad. Oh yeah and Travis forgot the camera so I had to use my phone and I didn't really feel happy about that thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXW9fA1BI/AAAAAAAAADM/7QLhTdSB2HI/s1600-h/0917082228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXW9fA1BI/AAAAAAAAADM/7QLhTdSB2HI/s320/0917082228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249041417673692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXWxYOYjI/AAAAAAAAADU/VTCPzqu6i2o/s1600-h/0917082228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXWxYOYjI/AAAAAAAAADU/VTCPzqu6i2o/s320/0917082228a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249041414423994930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXW9OrFlI/AAAAAAAAADc/g6QTTLFYh08/s1600-h/0917082228b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXW9OrFlI/AAAAAAAAADc/g6QTTLFYh08/s320/0917082228b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249041417605158482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXXKJF_KI/AAAAAAAAADk/saqD7A7KXi0/s1600-h/0917082229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXXKJF_KI/AAAAAAAAADk/saqD7A7KXi0/s320/0917082229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249041421071416482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So without making this post too long (probably at that point by now...) Let's move on to Thursday. Ah September 18th. Four years ago that day I think that Travis and I had a moment. We were seeing Mono play at the Church (Fly Pan Am got sick and canceled) and half way through their set our eyes met. We had gone to the show together, but only as friends. There was this hot energy in the air and I guess we just realized that there was something between us. I think it took a while until our relationship was verbally official, but we consider that to be our anniversary day. It's all arbitrary anyway. Pick a day and that's it, right? So for our anniversary Travis and I decided to go to the Ritz for a movie. We went to see Burn After Reading, but were enticed by free tickets to see Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. It looked cute, it was free, and we could still get our parking validated. Sweet. The movie was alright. I think we missed like 30 minutes of it, but it wasn't hard to catch up. Maybe we'll see the other movie next week, as that's what we really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie I was pretty starving, so Travis decided he'd treat me to tapas at Bar Ferdinand. I (eventually) happily agreed. I realized that they have decently priced delicious beers. Their food is also fabulous. We ate some meat from a Spanish pig that had only been fed acorns. YAY! I am all about feeding pigs acorns. I bet that pig was really happy to eat those acorns. And I was really happy to eat that pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday=boring. Saturday was really fun. I worked all day and then went to my co-worker and friend Kim's house for a lovely dinner of fabulous cheese, beers, goat cheese and roasted red pepper lasagna, finished with some wonderful homemade cream puffs! And she claims she doesn't cook! After dinner I ran to meet some of my family for dessert. It was my Grandmom's birthday and my parents took her and my Aunt Kathy out for dinner in Old City. We met up and when to Bon Bon Artisan Gelato for coffee and dessert. After some quality family time Travis and I ran off to Sugar Mom's where we met up with my most favorite girl Netty. Got one $1 PBR just as the special was ending, bonded with my girl, and then met up with Kim and two of our other friends from work. As usual Travis was surrounded by ladies. Luckily he enjoyed their company (honestly, who wouldn't?!) And he did have a fun time drawing a lovely replica of a PBR can on the graffiti table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhbmBghugI/AAAAAAAAADs/8ZHaG0FYHlE/s1600-h/TravisBeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhbmBghugI/AAAAAAAAADs/8ZHaG0FYHlE/s320/TravisBeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249046074498333186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended around 2:45am with Travis sans one ear gauge (if you are at Sugar Mom's and randomly find a silver double flared 0-gauge tunnel please hand it over and you will receive a prize!) and me with acid reflux. Not to mention delirious from beer and a seemingly long bike ride into North Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty restful. Sleep, meatball sub, car ride to Wilmington, nap, a yummy Bobby (otherwise known as Thanksgiving on a roll), and a family get together. It was Travis's brother-in-law's birthday so we went to say hi and celebrate. It was nice and chill and it's always nice to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for another week of work and hopefully happy hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-8449626978749115994?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8449626978749115994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=8449626978749115994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8449626978749115994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8449626978749115994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/chchchchchchanges.html' title='Chchchchchchanges'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SNhXW9fA1BI/AAAAAAAAADM/7QLhTdSB2HI/s72-c/0917082228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-6043133609795395994</id><published>2008-08-25T20:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:45:36.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little R and R</title><content type='html'>Although I've been back for a little over a week, it's time to do the vacation post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before there was much planning. Who was making what on which night, what supplies would be needed, what type of beer would be most appreciated. All crucial things. On Sunday Travis and I decided to stop by Whole Foods to pick out some cheeses for our wine and cheese night. Honestly, I was most excited about this aspect of the trip. I have a serious weakness for a delicious cheese and a properly paired wine. After about an hour of sniffing and thinking, we decided on three: Roncal, a generic peppered goat cheese (also Spanish), and some other Spanish goat cheese whose name totally escapes me (although its floral and earthy flavors do not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making the wine selections (Tempra Tantrum, a Tempranillo/Shiraz blend and a Sauvingnon Blanc from Dyed in the Wool), Travis and I began our trek to &lt;a href="http://www.raystownresort.com/"&gt;Lake Raystown Resort&lt;/a&gt;. We left an hour or two later than we wanted, but felt optimistic about the drive. I couldn't really remember the last time I drove more than 1.5 hours, which is the exact amount of time it takes me to get to my parents' house. Well, I can. It was the 8 or 9 hour drive we made to North Carolina in the summer of '05. But if you know me then you should know that I hate the car, especially when I am in it upwards of 2 hours. But I just let the image of cheese and wine and a lake take over, and suddenly the 3.5 hour drive to middle-of-nowhere Pennsylvania did not seem so bad. Oh yes and not to mention the good times that were about to be had. That helped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=1325+N.+5th+Street,+19122&amp;amp;daddr=100+Chipmunk+Crossing,+Entriken,+PA+16638+%28Raystown+Lake+Resort+See+Lake+Raystown+Resort+%26+Lodge%29&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=%3B17038133710865711932,40.303520,-78.174731&amp;amp;mra=pe&amp;amp;mrcr=0&amp;amp;sll=40.137628,-76.659708&amp;amp;sspn=1.621014,3.570557&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=40.137628,-76.659708&amp;amp;spn=0.34878,3.03116&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJogbwVoO4qPhmJVsYf_yvOdLVAybQ" frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=1325+N.+5th+Street,+19122&amp;amp;daddr=100+Chipmunk+Crossing,+Entriken,+PA+16638+%28Raystown+Lake+Resort+See+Lake+Raystown+Resort+%26+Lodge%29&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=%3B17038133710865711932,40.303520,-78.174731&amp;amp;mra=pe&amp;amp;mrcr=0&amp;amp;sll=40.137628,-76.659708&amp;amp;sspn=1.621014,3.570557&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=40.137628,-76.659708&amp;amp;spn=0.34878,3.03116&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzXNiB_I/AAAAAAAAABY/WuH3CiZ6XeY/s1600-h/Lake16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzXNiB_I/AAAAAAAAABY/WuH3CiZ6XeY/s320/Lake16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617435873085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the route, as I had traveled it with my family about 10 years ago. My cousins live in Roaring Spring, PA which is about 10 minutes from the lake. Not much really stood out to me about the drive, aside from DRIVING THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS! Well, maybe that's how enthusiastic I had been at the age of 12. I was still (somewhat secretly) excited about that part of the drive. I have a quiet obsession with mountains. When I see one, I just feel at home. I think I'll probably end up on a mountain top. As much as I love shopping and dining and civilization, I might just run away one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzdUeQVI/AAAAAAAAABg/4SqZabgmD4U/s1600-h/Lake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzdUeQVI/AAAAAAAAABg/4SqZabgmD4U/s320/Lake5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617437512810834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After getting lost once (the signs are very small in this neck of the woods), getting directions, and another 20 minutes of winding roads we found ourselves at the lake. It was a relief to be out of the car, and to see our lovely accommodations. Travis's parents had rented out 3 villas, which were located right on the lake. We were staying with Travis's oldest brother, his wife, and their 3 kids. As long as I had my own room I didn't care. This wasn't really the sleeping in type of vacation. Every morning at 6:30 Enno would wake up the die hard water skiers. This did not include me, and I would sleep to about 9:00. Just enough time to feel rested, and everyone would just be getting back from the morning run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first lake vacation, but I had been told many times about the schedule. There was always a morning run. Scott would like to go out around 7:30, but Enno would insist on 6:30. It was a constant struggle. But either way there was a run too early for my liking. This is the best time for water skiing, though. There really isn't anyone else on the lake, so the water is like glass. After the morning run everyone would have breakfast together. There'd be some time for resting and then probably another run. By now, though, the lake would be pretty choppy from the tubers and people on wave runners. I liked going out then because no one would expect me to ski and I could just enjoy the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNTS-4XvhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n0W61hE-FjM/s1600-h/Lake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNTS-4XvhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n0W61hE-FjM/s320/Lake4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238622377144204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or go tubing. As you can see in the photo above. That was after a long night of drinking and an even longer morning of headaches and uncertainty. I must admit that tubing didn't do much for the headache. Luckily it was later cured by a hot dog, ibuprofen, and a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were many water skiing runs made each day. I just liked to go along for the ride. Everyone had a really lovely time. There wasn't really any drama. Nothing that I would give a second thought to, anyhow. It was really nice to see everyone together and having fun. Oh and we jumped off a cliff. Travis said it was a little cliff, but I thought it was a big deal. I have vertigo so being up there was pretty intense. You can &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IhSixaJRt8"&gt;watch Travis's brothers jump&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like. They're in the red shorts. I was already in the water, and Travis was tossing me my sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzgtxGHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HqnxJx29kcs/s1600-h/Lake12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzgtxGHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HqnxJx29kcs/s320/Lake12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617438424209522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day Travis was pretty sad to go home. Neither of us had received any job offer calls, and we really didn't want to make the long drive to our empty apartment. But before we left the lake, we took a drive over to the marina where the carp live. I'd never seen a carp before and Travis wanted to let me have that experience. The little shop at the marina was selling dog chow for $0.50 under the name of "Fish Food" so we bought some to really enrich my carp time. I never knew fish were so crazy. I touched one, although Travis told me not to. I just couldn't help it, but I sort of regretted it later. I learned that carp are slimy. I have a little video of their craziness on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr5AFO50SEw"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; just in case you'd like to relive my first time with the carp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNWaxQSdnI/AAAAAAAAACA/DpwUqre1_ag/s1600-h/lake26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNWaxQSdnI/AAAAAAAAACA/DpwUqre1_ag/s320/lake26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238625809460262514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really fun week. Travis and I both could've stayed two more days, but oh well. We did wind up driving down to the shore the next day for some quality time with my parents, and to go to my cousin's bbq. But no trip would be complete without some kind of ridiculous event. So we got a flat tire. No biggie. Travis had changed one on my car a few months ago and he was pretty fast. BUT Travis did not have a jack in his car. What?! How could this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNYKIRF5_I/AAAAAAAAACI/gxzYB-hmYo8/s1600-h/Colleen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNYKIRF5_I/AAAAAAAAACI/gxzYB-hmYo8/s320/Colleen5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238627722603128818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was pretty furious. Well, my Dad pays for AAA for a reason. I call. And I get transferred about 5 times, wait on hold for a total of 45 minutes, and have a fight with a dispatcher. Their customer service was not at all what I expected. They wanted an exact address for my disabled car, but I was on a pretty desolate stretch of road. I didn't know what exact township I was in. Am I supposed to be psychic? If I was I wouldn't have to subscribe to their service because I could predict any future road hazards. Eventually a man came with a jack and put on the spare. Then we had a lovely drive going 55mph on a road where you would normally do at least 65. Travis liked waving people around, but I just wanted to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did finally get home I chugged a Miller Lite and hopped in my mom's Beemer. Ahh the luxurious life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-6043133609795395994?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6043133609795395994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=6043133609795395994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6043133609795395994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6043133609795395994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/although-ive-been-back-for-little-over.html' title='A little R and R'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SLNOzXNiB_I/AAAAAAAAABY/WuH3CiZ6XeY/s72-c/Lake16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-4247094716523278255</id><published>2008-08-07T18:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:49:28.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Saga + My Mega Wish List</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty good since my birthday. Well, except my birthday (at first). So I predicted stormy weather, and was greeted by the apocalypse. I called a friend who lives in Wilmington and she told me that she couldn't come up because the weather was a serious monsoon, but I foolishly laughed and said, "It's not even drizzling up here!" About 25 minutes later the rain started, then the thunder and lightning, and then the 1000 mph gusts that turned our umbrellas inside out, more thunder, followed by some lovely birthday hail, and topped off with a few buckets of water. I found myself soaked from head to toe in front of a mysteriously closed falafel restaurant. I decided to head into the Starbucks to meet up with my friend (and attempt to dry myself off) when I realized that my arms were stained bright blue. Oh yes, the cute little thrifted electric blue clutch I was carrying got wet and leaked its dye all over my torso. And a little on my face. The torture did not stop there. There were no paper towels in the bathroom, so I had to wring out my clothes and try to dry out a little under the hand dryer. Oh and it was too late to even think about buying some dry clothes, as all the shops in Center City close around 8. Oh and I left my cell phone in the bathroom. A nice man found it, called my dad, and then Travis went and got it. Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up hanging around Jimmy's apartment for a while (although his girl did not own a hair dryer, and that was my main goal in going to his place). Any restaurant that might be open after 9pm (and would accept sopping wet patrons) was closed due to "flash flooding," and I resorted to eating Sunshine Trail Mix for dinner. I did also go to Dirty Frank's and drank a large quantity of beer. I don't remember getting inebriated, but I did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I should get to the goodness of my life. I had a job interview last Thursday for a seriously real job. It might not be exactly what I was looking for, but I think that I could be happy there for the next year. The interview went insanely well, and I should hear within the next week if I got the job. It's actually an hour away from my apartment, but it would be worth it. Plus if I get it, I'm going to buy a &lt;a href="http://file.kbb.com/kbb/vehicleimage/337x250/2002/xhautt-022.jpg"&gt;new car&lt;/a&gt; and I think I'd like to be driving it a bit. I've also picked out the &lt;a href="http://www.unicahome.com/products/small/17743.CFE4C363.jpg"&gt;new &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicahome.com/products/small/17743.CFE4C363.jpg"&gt;couch&lt;/a&gt; I want. Not to mention my very large Google wish list. There are just so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis also has a promising job lead. He had an interview on Tuesday and hopefully we'll hear about that by the beginning of next week. If we both had jobs... there would be so much new furniture... and probably a flat screen TV. And definitely a new car. Oh and the new iPhone. Oh and a vacation. We wouldn't be poor college students anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Travis had his birthday, and we went to see Ariel Pink at the M Room. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect of the bar as I heard mixed reviews. People said it was pretentious, but I just think those people are too self-conscious. I like $2 PBRs, fun friends, and crazy times. I'm glad I was drunk otherwise I would have been annoyed by the assault on my cutely sandaled feet. The next morning we went to Honey's Sit n Eat and had a delicious brunch. Love it. I think we'll go back tomorrow night for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v216/202/45/53100613/n53100613_31181903_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v216/202/45/53100613/n53100613_31181903_6054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel and Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v216/202/45/53100613/n53100613_31181908_6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v216/202/45/53100613/n53100613_31181908_6758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the lake trip. It will be me plus all of Travis's family plus Enno. It will be interesting. I'm bringing a lot of busy activites. They like to go water skiing, but I don't care for it. I have books, beads, guitars and keys, paints and pens, and magazines. I think that will be a few days worth of things to do! When I say there will be pictures, I actually mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-4247094716523278255?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4247094716523278255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=4247094716523278255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4247094716523278255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4247094716523278255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-saga-my-mega-wish-list.html' title='Birthday Saga + My Mega Wish List'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-40390379423136487</id><published>2008-07-23T02:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:11:33.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is...</title><content type='html'>My birthday. Well not officially. I will be 22 around 12:29pm later this afternoon. But I'm sure my mom was anxiously awaiting my presence at this time, and I was anxiously waiting to break free. Not much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I contemplated my last entry. I have come to realize a few more regrets that have been weighing heavy on my heart, although I'd rather not admit them. This week (maybe month or hour) I have come to terms with some serious regrets that could be filed under "friendship" and hope that I can mend or overcome. I'm not hopeful, but honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this night of my birth, I enjoyed drinks with some really great friends. I went to a strange house party with interesting characters (and stories to tell selected confidants), drank cheap ass beer, and relived moments with fabulous friends. My night took me from North Philly, to South Philly, to Fairmount Park, back to South Philly, only to rest my weary bones on North 5th Street where I am finally able to think about the 21st year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I ask myself if I'm everything I hoped I'd be at this time last year. I've concluded upon assessment that I've fallen short in some areas, but exceeded any hopes in others. I think I've finally found my calling. I've become much more honest and free-spirited. I know what scraping the bottom of the barrel (financially and emotionally) really means. I think I can be somewhat proud of this last year. I only hope that I can can do better during my 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (today?) is probably going to be rainy (it's raining as we speak). My plan is to sleep in, get ready, go to dinner, and then eventually wind up at Dirty Frank's for $5 pitchers of Lager. If you read this and you like me then you should join me. Wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I promised mini pony pictures. I'm sorry that I can't deliver right now. They're on my mom's camera and will probably make it to my laptop this weekend. But I can say this: Buckwheat (the mini horse) is fresh and likes when Travis chases him around the corral, and the fancy baby horse (whose name escapes me) gave me love and then stepped on my toe. All in the name of good horse lovin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are taking me to dinner in Atlantic City on Saturday night for my birthday. Not exactly what I would've picked, but it's always fun. Maybe I will slip my silver quarter dollar into a slot machine. I am hoping for a million, but expecting -25 cents. I think I deserve at least $100. It would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more to say, but I'll post it later with birthday pictures and rambles (brambles?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-40390379423136487?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/40390379423136487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=40390379423136487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/40390379423136487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/40390379423136487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is.html' title='Today is...'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-3658621327906708922</id><published>2008-07-10T19:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:38.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We regret to inform you...</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been thinking about regrets. Not my own, really, but more like people's views on regret. It's such a strange thing. I'm sure you could survey 50 people under 50, and most of them would claim they have no regrets. What's the point of regret, anyway, when you can't do much about it? But really, if you have the ability to be honest with yourself you will probably realize how many things you actually do regret. Recently I have regretted not applying to the PhD program I was eying up for a few months. At least then I would feel more secure about the next 12 months. But what can I do now? So why regret it? We must experience regret for a reason, however. Maybe to keep us from making such mistakes in the future. I sure do regret not holding my tongue during a sensitive family crisis, and now I've learned. I also regret missed connections through out my life. We have all been there. That moment of direct eye contact made with a stranger but never pursued. The person you liked at worked but never hung out with. Maybe even a relative that you would have liked to know better before they left your life (for whatever reason). But my regrets have afforded me with the ability to not let these opportunities drift away. So when I think of all my regrets I am reminded how important it is to live in the now, and do what is going to make me happy (no matter how silly I look or feel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have just been a blur of work, sleep, and car rides. I'm still waiting to hear about the research jobs. I've been told multiple times from different people that it often takes a month for things to go through. I'm thinking about applying at another university just in case. I need something before the scary thought of a second part-time job becomes an even scarier reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I formally (kind of) announced to my families that I am not going to be pressured into medical school and am going to apply to Biochemistry/Molecular Biology PhD programs for the fall. The slight disappointment in my Mom's voice when she realized I was serious was rather rewarding. She'll be happy for me one day, I'm sure. Travis's dad was already telling me which people to avoid at my two top school choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post some of my Independence Day pictures. Travis and I were feeling rather independent that day and decided to stay home. He ran up to Stone's on Fairmount to pick up some beers. I made a blueberry cobbler. Jimmy came over and I made a really good dinner (recipe can be found &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/SPICY-SOBA-NOODLES-WITH-SHIITAKES-AND-CABBAGE-239266"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). The neighbors were setting off fireworks in the baseball field, so Travis and Jimmy coaxed me up onto the roof. We realized that we could probably see the fireworks being set off at the Art Museum, so waited around in the drizzling rain until they decided to set them off. Unfortunately a house was in the way and we could only see the top of each firework, so crawled back in through the bathroom window. But we did get to see the displays of all the North Philadelphia neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatbRKPSoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6_F_OoGOcOk/s1600-h/fourth9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatbRKPSoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6_F_OoGOcOk/s320/fourth9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551501957089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRWDe3iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tFnXubR419Q/s1600-h/fourth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRWDe3iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/tFnXubR419Q/s320/fourth3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551331472236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRRy1OvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/viLpEdX1LfQ/s1600-h/fourth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRRy1OvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/viLpEdX1LfQ/s320/fourth4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551330328656626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRvhjXWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sw3mBLxBgWs/s1600-h/fourth6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRvhjXWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sw3mBLxBgWs/s320/fourth6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551338309246306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRr8msiI/AAAAAAAAABA/HYRm7e9kkk8/s1600-h/fourth7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatRr8msiI/AAAAAAAAABA/HYRm7e9kkk8/s320/fourth7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551337348968994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatR1p-m6I/AAAAAAAAABI/EzFNkl2bBUI/s1600-h/fourth8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatR1p-m6I/AAAAAAAAABI/EzFNkl2bBUI/s320/fourth8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221551339955198882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sort of wish I would have headed over to my boss's house as there was an inappropriate guest and I wanted to witness it. It just always happens that I feel crappy on the 4th, so staying home was probably the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm heading to my parents' house. I plan on eating their food, drinking their wine, playing with puppies, and visiting a mini horse. You can bet your sweet bippy there will be some cute horse pictures! Enjoy your weekend (without regret).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-3658621327906708922?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3658621327906708922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=3658621327906708922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3658621327906708922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3658621327906708922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-regret-to-inform-you.html' title='We regret to inform you...'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SHatbRKPSoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6_F_OoGOcOk/s72-c/fourth9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-8094098758707795779</id><published>2008-06-26T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:39.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days and Days</title><content type='html'>Obvi I'm a total slacker when it comes to blogging. This has been mentioned before, I think. It's not that I don't think about blogging, it's just that I have been lacking some motivation lately. A lot has been going on, but I've been pretty bored none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I graduated last month. It was a good finish. I was relieved to be done, but felt really lost not knowing what I would be doing for the next year. Med school didn't seem to be in the cards for me (not this year at least), I hadn't applied to any grad programs, and I was still waiting to hear about a possible research position at a big university. So it kind of felt like I was going on my summer vacation, but I knew in the back of my mind that I had to find something to do with myself for 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SGRDrWMRV5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/35e9NzE5mew/s1600-h/Grad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SGRDrWMRV5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/35e9NzE5mew/s320/Grad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216368680372361106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed there, although I've made some big life decisions. For the past 3 years all I've been hearing from various friends/family members is that I am destined to be a doctor, that I would be so happy, and that I need to keep trying for Med school. But guess what... I honestly don't care about being a doctor. I love science. I'm awesome with health science, but that doesn't mean I should become a doctor. No one can even use the "awesome salary" excuse any more. The cost of medical school is astronomical and malpractice insurance is through the roof. I think I would make an amazing doctor, but I know that I would be just as happy, if not happier, in research. I've decided that I will be applying to Biochemistry and Molecular Biology programs this fall, and I don't care who I disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I moved into our new apartment. So far it's been amazing, with the exception of one neighbor. She's really not worth an explanation, and will be moving in July. Hopefully more courteous neighbors will move in. The loft itself is awesome. 1100 square feet of old factory space. It's completely open and full of light. It's perfect for us. The only things I don't like are the kind of cheap fixtures and the amount of noise that travels from one apartment to the other. But it's fine. The neighborhood is the best!!! It's full of families and we live just steps from the BEST Mexican restaurant I've ever been to. It's like if you were Mexican and your family cooked you a feast. It's guaranteed that if you visit us and like to eat Mexican food, we will go there for dinner. Plus it's BYOB. We went there on Tuesday night with Bert, and Bert decided to give the owner a beer. I have a feeling we will all be good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've lived closer to Center City, Travis and I have been out a lot more. The subway is just 4 blocks from our apartment. Last Thursday we hit up &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/bob-and-barbaras-philadelphia"&gt;Bob and Barbara's&lt;/a&gt; for the Drag show, which was really fun. I'd never been to one before so it was a real treat. I pretty much love any kind of live performance, but watching this while getting progressively more drunk was the best way to spend a Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SGRKvI7TZHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2uGL5x79rhI/s1600-h/Drag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SGRKvI7TZHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2uGL5x79rhI/s320/Drag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216376442112402546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post some pictures of the loft, but I don't feel like it's ready yet. We have quite a list of projects. Would you like to know about them? I bet you do!!!! Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;build a wooden screen to separate the living area and the sleeping area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a crafting desk and set up my crafting space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put up shelves to divide the dining area and the workspace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint accent walls (tomato soup red in the living room, vibrant olive in the kitchen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy bench seating for the dining room table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang lamps in the living area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make storage boxes to go on the utility shelves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy lovely decorations (my favorite part!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We will see when all of this happens. I'm thinking everything will look amazing for our Christmas party, but I'd love it if we could have things done before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for ice cream and some wish list making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-8094098758707795779?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8094098758707795779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=8094098758707795779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8094098758707795779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/8094098758707795779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-and-days.html' title='Days and Days'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SGRDrWMRV5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/35e9NzE5mew/s72-c/Grad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-6424405874091530345</id><published>2008-05-06T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:05:43.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>It's been two months since by last post. Sorry I'm a major slacker. Not to mention the whole school thing. Oh and the unhappy accident of spilling water next to the laptop and inadvertently screwing up my keyboard. Luckily Travis is busy because it gives me the chance to commandeer his keyboard!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the Colleen updates: I am taking a year off of school to save some money/retake the MCATS/enjoy my life a little bit; Travis and I are in the process of moving to Northern Liberties; classes are over and graduation is in 2 weeks! Really not much is new. I'm a busy girl, but I will stop neglecting my blogger duties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had some cute pictures to post... I'm going to do a search and find some things for your viewing pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-6424405874091530345?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6424405874091530345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=6424405874091530345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6424405874091530345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/6424405874091530345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Colleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08280465012002900303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcNMWNle184/SQoNFdoKPPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MDpZoi3vajM/S220/1020081318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-2409429207539967304</id><published>2008-03-06T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:39.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I take my vitamins with wine</title><content type='html'>The past week has been as close to hell as I have been so far this semester. It is just one thing after another. By tomorrow night I will have had: 1 test; 2 quizzes; 1 project; 3 labs; 2 shifts at the retail job; made 30 electrophoresis gels (15 of which didn't work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want to complain, but it's somewhat inevitable. One piece of good news is that Travis and I can move out early IF AND ONLY IF we find someone to rent the apartment. So as long as someone is fabulous enough to move in by June 1st, Travis and I are on our way to real city living. Thinking of the apartment... we finished the main wall a few weeks ago. I am almost loving it. I still wanted to stain the shelves to match the wood on the couch, but I couldn't find the stain we used. Hmm. Well, here it is (if you haven't already seen it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R9CjHb3BcMI/AAAAAAAAADk/pNL3QVaQwFE/s1600-h/livingroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R9CjHb3BcMI/AAAAAAAAADk/pNL3QVaQwFE/s320/livingroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174815319981650114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so cute. That whole area cost under $150. It just took a little time and experimentation. I decided that if I made a ton of money I would decorate for a living. I just have SO many ideas and I'd like 1,000 living rooms to put them into! Give me money and I will make your vision happen. I'd love to do that for the rest of my life. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's friend is head of PR (I think) for the Flyers, so he got Laura and me free tickets to the Flyers vs. Sabres game on Tuesday night. Unfortunately we lost, but I had fun anyway. I'm not a big sports person, but there's nothing like seeing a game in person. It's so easy to get into it! I have a few pictures, but I'll post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a general question... Why don't people like beets? I mean fresh beets. Canned vegetables shouldn't count as vegetables. Anyway, why do people cringe at the mere mention of this delectable root? Roasted beets have such a wonderful sweet and earthy flavor. And such a beautiful color! As I type this entry, I worry that my beet-stained fingertips might be contaminating the pristine white of my laptop. So far, so good. Beets are just amazing. In salads, in slaws, in soups, roasted and dappled with soft cheese... There are so many ways to enjoy them. I'm sad for all the people who refuse to try beets. So if you're curious about the beet (I know, it's very mysterious and misunderstood) I suggest you buy a bunch. Make sure their greens and stems look fresh. Trim the stems, wrap the beet in tin foil and bake it for about an hour. Unwrap your new little treat, wait a few minutes and peel off the skin. Slice your beet and enjoy. I like to eat mine in salad or with some goat cheese. They're also delicious with pickled fennel and bleu cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.essentialgardenguide.com/garden-images/garden-beets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.essentialgardenguide.com/garden-images/garden-beets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just eat a beet. Please. You'll love it. I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm bringing my leftover beets to lunch tomorrow. Maybe I could entice a few people. Ah time to study, however. Cell membranes (which make me think about beets and all of their lovely beta cyanin) and their transport proteins await me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-2409429207539967304?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2409429207539967304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=2409429207539967304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2409429207539967304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/2409429207539967304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-take-my-vitamins-with-wine.html' title='I take my vitamins with wine'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R9CjHb3BcMI/AAAAAAAAADk/pNL3QVaQwFE/s72-c/livingroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-3374020803645088682</id><published>2008-02-27T15:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:40.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>So I've been pretty busy recently. Hence the lack of weekly post! Work is beginning to pile up, and professors really like giving tests back-to-back. It's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;, really. Let me think about the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, not much has happened aside from school nonsense. Travis and I did get a Wii, though! We must have called every Game Stop and Best Buy in the Philadelphia area for weeks on end. Travis got lucky last Monday when he found a Wii at the Game Stop in the ghetto. I had to take a little adventure by myself, which ended in my driving over a curb to get into the parking lot. It was interesting. But we have the Wii and that's what matters, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing. My sister got a puppy for her birthday, so we went to New Jersey last weekend to see the new baby. She's pretty adorable! Her name is Dolce and she's 11 weeks old. I had no idea she was going to be so small! She's about the size of a guinea pig! Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTPplGtAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xBBawJqCJUk/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTPplGtAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xBBawJqCJUk/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772012917863426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Dolce and Big Ol' Lenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTQplGtBI/AAAAAAAAADM/uwzLhvzDn24/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTQplGtBI/AAAAAAAAADM/uwzLhvzDn24/s320/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772030097732626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Sarah and her baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTQ5lGtCI/AAAAAAAAADU/aQc_h4X3MbM/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTQ5lGtCI/AAAAAAAAADU/aQc_h4X3MbM/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772034392699938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepykins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTRZlGtDI/AAAAAAAAADc/CVto5ocph6o/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTRZlGtDI/AAAAAAAAADc/CVto5ocph6o/s320/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772042982634546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending a little quality time with Lenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also have some videos of the new puppy (plus some of my stupid kitties!) on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/whitewhitehouse"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. They're too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I get a new (and more eventful) post up next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-3374020803645088682?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3374020803645088682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=3374020803645088682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3374020803645088682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/3374020803645088682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R8XTPplGtAI/AAAAAAAAADE/xBBawJqCJUk/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-5223296010203506857</id><published>2008-02-12T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:41.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilled to the bone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7Iuv5lGs8I/AAAAAAAAACk/Dcq6zCJ68MI/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7Iuv5lGs8I/AAAAAAAAACk/Dcq6zCJ68MI/s320/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243122992559042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drinks at Chaucer's on Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well the weather here in Philadelphia is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!! KIDDING! I can see the appeal in a snowy streetscape, but if you lived on my street you would cringe at the fist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sign of snow or potential ice. If you've never had the pleasure of driving me to my house, let me just describe my parking/street situation. The street is one-way and a sort of thoroughfare connecting two main roads. So it's pretty busy all of the time. I also have one of the only driveways on the street, and people just LOVE parking inches away from it. So if you've seen my little white Jetta around and thought, "That girl must hit a lot of things," I would like to clarify that a lot of people like parking close to my driveway, causing me to dent my car. Oh did I mention that my street is a hill? I would guess at a 55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;° angle. So imagine this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; combination during the snowy/icy months. To top it all off my car is a manual, and also horrible in the snow. I've had to explain this to people for almost 2 year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s now and it's getting old. So I hate the snow and ice. I also hate driving, especially late because that's when people like to not only park close to my driveway, they like to park in front of it. Well that certainly is enough of my rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONTO FUN THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been busy. Wednesday night I went out for drinks with friends. BTW &lt;a href="http://www.smiths-restaurant.com/"&gt;Smith's Restaurant + Lounge&lt;/a&gt; is an awesome place to go for drinks and snacks. Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; establishment that has $3 Yuenglings earns a place in my regular rotation. The food was r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eally tasty, too. I had the butter lettuce salad and was very impressed. Apparently my friend's boyfriend-thing's ex-boss owns the place. Give it a shot if you're in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rittenhouse area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out, I stumbled upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuwZlGs9I/AAAAAAAAACs/U90DIo94EvA/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuwZlGs9I/AAAAAAAAACs/U90DIo94EvA/s320/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243131582493650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest of the week/weekend was pretty relaxed. Travis's poor Powerbook G4 died. I am not to discuss the particulars of this tragedy. Considering his school life is based around that machine (he'll be graduating with a B.S. in Graphic Design) he had to get a new computer. I would say he's pretty happy about it (but sad of course)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuwplGs-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NI1cHWq6cL8/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuwplGs-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NI1cHWq6cL8/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243135877460962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While we were in DE making electronic purchases, we picked up this previously owned Micro Korg. I love it and can't wait to put out some cute and funky music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuxJlGs_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8aVYIYHLpX8/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuxJlGs_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8aVYIYHLpX8/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243144467395570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week should be interesting. My obligations include: Pathology quiz; Biochemistry exam; preparing a presentation on James Polk (what?!); working my retail job. But fun things will certainly be on the list. As Valentine's Day is on Thursday, Travis is taking me to &lt;a href="http://www.bistro7restaurant.com/"&gt;Bistro 7&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuvplGs7I/AAAAAAAAACc/GrEqPjrK22M/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7IuvplGs7I/AAAAAAAAACc/GrEqPjrK22M/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243118697591730" 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/7005793352792193746-5223296010203506857?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5223296010203506857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=5223296010203506857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/5223296010203506857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/5223296010203506857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/chilled-to-bone.html' title='Chilled to the bone!'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R7Iuv5lGs8I/AAAAAAAAACk/Dcq6zCJ68MI/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-5613734958240583114</id><published>2008-02-06T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:41.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken tikka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>quick!</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for Heather to come and pick me up. We're having a little girls' night thing. While I'm waiting I'm going to give you a tasty recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Tikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp finely chopped fresh ginger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 or 2 cloves of garlic, crushed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp cumin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp chili powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tbsp plain yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tbsp lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tbsp tomato paste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enough chicken (or tofu) to fill your hungry belly!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mix the garlic, ginger, cumin, and chili powder together in a bowl or a zip-lock bag. I like using the bag so I don't have any dishes to clean. Once the seasonings are mixed add the yogurt, lemon juice, and tomato paste. Add your chopped chicken (or tofu) and mix up. Marinate for at least 3 hours. It is best if you marinate the chicken overnight. I wouldn't marinate the tofu too long, though. Sometimes tofu can get mush and bleh if marinated for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes before you're starving, turn on the broiler to your oven. Chop up some onion ( I like to do wedges) and drizzle with olive oil. Lay the onion onto a baking sheet, or aluminum foil. Put the chicken on top of the onions, and broil for 15 minutes. After that time is up, flip the chicken and cook for 15 more minutes (or until done. It takes 25-30 mins total). I like to serve this with rice. It takes my rice cooker about 35 minutes to cook enough for Travis and me, so I just set that up right before I'm ready to cook the chicken. This is pretty delicious, and you should probably try it out. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6pedueqIiI/AAAAAAAAACU/q37ojV-CtP8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6pedueqIiI/AAAAAAAAACU/q37ojV-CtP8/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043787519533602" 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/7005793352792193746-5613734958240583114?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5613734958240583114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=5613734958240583114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/5613734958240583114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/5613734958240583114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick.html' title='quick!'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6pedueqIiI/AAAAAAAAACU/q37ojV-CtP8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-467191020431775147</id><published>2008-02-04T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:42.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicurious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>snack dinner</title><content type='html'>There are few meals I enjoy more than snack meals! While other people were stuffing their faces full of hot wings during the Super Bowl, Travis and I enjoyed a lovely treat of bread, bean mush, arugula, goat cheese, and jam! Trust me, it was way better than it sounds. Last Thanksgiving I made &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/230961"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; tasty little treats as an appetizer. I used white beans instead of the chick peas, though. I just think they make for a creamier puree. Well that's what I made for dinner last night. Along with the bread, goat cheese, and raspberry jam. You can't beat a snack dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fJOeeqIfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AUVMwa88cJ0/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fJOeeqIfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AUVMwa88cJ0/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163316748340568562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fJPOeqIgI/AAAAAAAAACE/oqeEOv6eVFA/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fJPOeqIgI/AAAAAAAAACE/oqeEOv6eVFA/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163316761225470466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had chicken tikka for dinner tonight with some buttery rice. That's delicious. Maybe I'll post the recipe later this week. If you have a stove and a refrigerator, you can't go wrong with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a picture of Nori the Cat for good measure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fLNeeqIhI/AAAAAAAAACM/KrjJlRdFVwE/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fLNeeqIhI/AAAAAAAAACM/KrjJlRdFVwE/s320/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163318930183954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to talk to a good friend. It's when I get his phone calls that I realize how much I miss him. There are very few thinkers and dreamers left in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-467191020431775147?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/467191020431775147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=467191020431775147' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/467191020431775147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/467191020431775147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/snack-dinner.html' title='snack dinner'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fJOeeqIfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AUVMwa88cJ0/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-9200624336218487967</id><published>2008-02-03T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:42.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tampopo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, if you lived in my house you would know that 0 items from my To Do List were accomplished. The weekend technically is not over, so the closet will probably get cleaned out and I will definitely drink at least a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was just too nice yesterday to stay inside and clean. After sleeping in (yay!) Travis and I picked up Laura and went into the city. After my 30 minute parking search, I gave up and parked in a garage. We just browsed around Walnut and Chestnut for a few hours. I have a hard time buying clothes this time of year. Spring lines abound, but I just can't justify hiding bright yellows and blues behind my black wool coat of winter. I'll wait a few months. Once mid-April hits I should have a little money saved up, and the weather should be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after shopping Travis, Laura, and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.tampoporestaurant.com/"&gt;Tampopo on 21st&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. If you're looking for something light yet filling, try one of their bento boxes. My personal favorite is spicy chicken breast. Tampopo is also one of the only places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(along with the underground grocery store in Chinatown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; where I can find my favorite iced tea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6YoWueqIXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NcOpZ7tSN1I/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6YoWueqIXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NcOpZ7tSN1I/s320/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162858393725706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ito En Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Yo2-eqIaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3D2aJeecuQo/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Yo2-eqIaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3D2aJeecuQo/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162858947776487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis getting ready for his fabulous dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6YoeueqIYI/AAAAAAAAABA/lKVmsRvS9xs/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6YoeueqIYI/AAAAAAAAABA/lKVmsRvS9xs/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162858531164660098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Yo1eeqIZI/AAAAAAAAABI/LE4A9zhSRTk/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Yo1eeqIZI/AAAAAAAAABI/LE4A9zhSRTk/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162858922006684050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure Sass, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the upcoming week... things shouldn't be too crazy. I'm in a constant state of suspense concerning my med school applications. All checks have been cashed, meaning they're at least looking over my stuff and I should have some sort of decision coming my way. I would like to know if I need to look for a job, or if I should begin to enjoy my last few months of freedom! Oh well, we'll see soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Yo1eeqIZI/AAAAAAAAABI/LE4A9zhSRTk/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-9200624336218487967?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9200624336218487967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=9200624336218487967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/9200624336218487967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/9200624336218487967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6YoWueqIXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NcOpZ7tSN1I/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-7851374310350121000</id><published>2008-02-01T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:43.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>ta da</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clean out the hall closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hang the lamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LAUNDRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stain the shelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Devise a hanging method for the polaroids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drink more beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Obviously my life is exciting. Honestly this is the first weekend we've been home (and not sick) for a while. It's so easy to be pulled in twenty different directions these days. Luckily we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; understanding families. But I'd really like to get all of the loose ends of the apartment tied up before parties start popping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway. This has been a tiring week for me. Labs officially started back up on Monday, which always adds to the stress of my life. Two quizzes topped it off. Meetings helped. Plus application stresses. Oh my. And that was just school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle died last Saturday; he had pancreatic cancer. The viewing was last night so that was pretty depressing. I always feel so awkward when death is concerned. I have no personal problems with death and loss, but I just never know what to say to anyone. "I'm so sorry," is pretty standard. It's typical in my family to say, "Oh I like your hair. Is that a new style?" instead of real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ly talking about what happened. I have no problem, but some people do. The worst part of it all was the open-casket viewing. No one ever looks like they did d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uring life. I've seen a lot of dead people, but it's just so much easier when you don't know them. I'll really miss "pull my finger" at Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me this plant a few weeks ago. Her plant ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d babies (hehehe) and she couldn't just get rid of them! So I asked her to nourish the baby into a healthy and Colleen-proof state. I took my plant home, put him on the shelf (his name is Mr. Plant) only to find that my fluffy cat Miso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; really likes nibbling on his leaves! So I moved Mr. Plant to a new locale, one that was not really conducive to kitty exploration.  Well miss princess tried to eat the plant again! I caught her in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Paa-eqIVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XcIyJQcvLgY/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Paa-eqIVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XcIyJQcvLgY/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162209754879762770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's already munched down two leaves! Bad cat! She got a little scolding, but it obviously has no effect. She's the type of cat who scratches on the couch, gets yelled at, but stares you right in the eyes and keeps scratching. She knows what she's doing, that sassy girl. Sass must be contagious in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Miso after her scolding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6PbU-eqIWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q5iYgCGq180/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6PbU-eqIWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q5iYgCGq180/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162210751312175458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still thinking about eating Mr. Plant. Good thing he is non-toxic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-7851374310350121000?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7851374310350121000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=7851374310350121000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/7851374310350121000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/7851374310350121000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/02/ta-da.html' title='ta da'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6Paa-eqIVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XcIyJQcvLgY/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005793352792193746.post-4183165384218130299</id><published>2008-01-29T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:35:43.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUMOK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern art'/><title type='text'>lulz internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I took to the internet, brain churning out wit and sarcasm... I may be a bit rusty. Or crusty, considering a dried up brain is more apt to develop crust. Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope to use this as a means of sharing a bit of my world with you. Photos, recipes, stories, rants. All that delicious bloggy stuff everyone loves. I'm sure only wonderful things are to come... uh ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll end my first post on this note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6ACGOeqISI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/07eABzykrk0/s1600-h/15..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6ACGOeqISI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/07eABzykrk0/s320/15..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161127478955745570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing like becoming a work of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005793352792193746-4183165384218130299?l=whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4183165384218130299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005793352792193746&amp;postID=4183165384218130299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4183165384218130299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005793352792193746/posts/default/4183165384218130299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitewhitehouse.blogspot.com/2008/01/lulz-internet.html' title='lulz internet'/><author><name>Colleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6fIqeeqIeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNjijZA9NB4/S220/DSC00057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AndaWLKQqJk/R6ACGOeqISI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/07eABzykrk0/s72-c/15..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
