<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138</id><updated>2010-01-01T13:10:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Fair in Love and War</title><subtitle type='html'>This is basically about me and my blessings and trials with love, war, games, all of that good stuff.  Enjoy, and maybe you'll get some laughs along the way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>782</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-1356673469282235219</id><published>2010-01-01T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:10:57.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>I think it's a good sign of things to come when New Year's Day is on a Friday. Life is just happy when you get an automatic 3-day weekend. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Last night&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;was a chill night, but so much fun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I'm excited to live my life&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;this year.&lt;br /&gt;3. The funniest thing&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;happen right after I wake up from a nap&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Even though i'm excited for life this year, I still wonder&lt;/b&gt;...so where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;5. He said&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;; she said &lt;b&gt;Happy New Year babe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I heard there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it's up to us to find it.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;celebrating the 1st day of 2010&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;lots of rehearsal&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;live, laugh, love&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-1356673469282235219?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/1356673469282235219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=1356673469282235219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1356673469282235219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1356673469282235219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-5442690117371422064</id><published>2009-12-31T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:00:05.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 in Review</title><content type='html'>so the past couple of years I've gone through a month-by-month review of my entire year. I don't feel like doing that today. So I stole this little jewel from a blog I enjoy, &lt;a href="http://ramblingsandrandomness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings and Randomness&lt;/a&gt; to do instead. I hope you're okay with that, because it's what you're getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Graduated. Bought a car. Got a full-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you keep your new years' resolutions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I don't remember making any. so YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are some of your resolutions for 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one. To make a meal plan for each month and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a disneyland vacation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh man, there are many. the&amp;nbsp; day I graduated from BYU, the day I signed the papers for my new car, the day I found out I tore my ACL, the day I had surgery, flying to VA. too many dates to remember if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;achievement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from BYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torn ACL. not fun people. not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;my car. my iPod. my new camera. Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did most of your money go? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car payments. school. surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmmm.html"&gt;MY NEW CAR&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-friday.html"&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you: much happier, richer, nicer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happier - for the most part, yes. richer - yes. i actually have money in savings. yay. nicer - i could only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;dancing. running. vacationing. traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/02/torture.html"&gt;rehab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;with the fam in VA. see&amp;nbsp; below for recaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you fall in love in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every. Single. Day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Big Bang. Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best book you read this year?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;oh my goodness. I read SO MANY books after graduation. I have too many favorites. TOO MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;a new car. happiness. a diploma. an iPod. a new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were your favorite films of this year?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=5&amp;amp;ved=0CCEQFjAE&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt0796366%2F&amp;amp;ei=vd48S4GNPIr0sQOgi6XQBA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG6tx1BLOnFjWZ6DNmZmachw5sHhw"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CA4QFjAB&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt1049413%2F&amp;amp;ei=zt48S6T-B4K4swPpmoC9BA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHtBFVr4AXI48IZEOHwv1oxBhNG_w"&gt;Up&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBgQFjAB&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt0499549%2F&amp;amp;ei=3N48S4T7I4zWtAOH6cSHBA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGm4MDQhTQFBIGC3QkgCiT_53geaw"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CBAQFjAB&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt0417741%2F&amp;amp;ei=7d48S5HiMZLatgOSzci7BA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGMj6wDFtSTqvEqd27aN46Q4kXb8Q"&gt;Harry Potter #6&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAkQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt1078588%2F&amp;amp;ei=_d48S9zKIILosQPiopTBBA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEH1IhHgCuvpG57Zf8d6ycMgpRcLg"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were your least favorite films of this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAoQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imdb.com%2Ftitle%2Ftt1127180%2F&amp;amp;ei=Ut48S9qaK4jysQOe8bS9BA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEobfEGkE89a5wnSvTYpEt3cBGjJQ"&gt;Drag Me to Hell&lt;/a&gt;. ugh. hated it. for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;let's see.&lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-weekend-friday-fill-in.html"&gt; I turned 23&lt;/a&gt;. My ballet girls "kidnapped" me and we had breakfast and cake. SwingKid and my roommates took me minature golfing and then SwingKid and I went to Tuchanos. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. not having &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-after.html"&gt;ACL surgery&lt;/a&gt;. That would have made it 10x better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find shirts that make me look skinny. also accept the fact that i look great in skinny jeans and then wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-wednesday.html"&gt;SwingKid&lt;/a&gt;. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My family and some past roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the best new person (people) you met?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;oh man. Probably the people at my current place of work. THEY ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't skip dinner. It will make me ornery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most excited for in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Possibly, Disneyland, Disneyworld or England. Haven't decided/figured out which one of those will work. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you least excited for in 2010?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You know what, I have no freakin' idea. There isn't anything that I can think of to hate on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-5442690117371422064?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/5442690117371422064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=5442690117371422064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5442690117371422064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5442690117371422064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-in-review.html' title='2009 in Review'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-5155216501872760425</id><published>2009-12-30T16:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:11:43.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ABC's of VA</title><content type='html'>So this year, to document my little trip to visit my family in VA I'm going to do the ABC's of my trip. I had a wonderful trip and did many fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt;. This was an AMAZING movie. I really enjoyed it. It was visually stimulating and the soundtrack was just freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for Bowl games. Specifically the Maaco Bowl Game Las Vegas. aka the Las Vegas Bowl Game. BYU vs. Oregon St. BYU WON!! (Also Utah won, that is good for the conference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for CHRISTMAS!!!! woot woot! The wonderful things I got this year include: a waffle maker, gift cards, money, slippers, chocolate, a super cute apron, etc. It was a lovely Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dinner. I helped out a TON more this year than I have in years past. My favorite part was decorating the table for our feast. It looks gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for equality. specifically, sibling equality. I forget what it's like to have to share chores and other things with my siblings. Lately, it's only been Brother C and Sister D living at home. So having me and Sister B at home again throws things out of whack and the other two are demanding equality. It sort of drives me nuts, to be honest. sigh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for Family. I love my family. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with them. At the same time, I'm glad to be back in MY BED and closer to the BF and all that jazz. I definitely missed him a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for Grandpas. I only have my 2 grandpas alive these days. My maternal grandfather lives with my family, and I enjoyed being able to spend a little bit of time with him. I haven't seen him in a year and so it was fun to be around him again. Grandparents are just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for a House. Specifically, our new house. My parents did a great job of not making us feel like just workhorses to help move the family across town. It was weird to spend the holidays in a different house from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for ICE. Our new driveway really likes to attract the ice. This is not fun when wearing 3.5 inch heels. Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for jokes. My family loves to make fun of me and they didn't disappoint this year. i don't remember all the things we laughed at, but we laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kangroos. and lions, or more specifically Food Lion. Random, I know, but it's a grocery store in VA and close to my fam and well...I went there. It was festive. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Love. I love my family. and SwingKid and vacations that I get paid for. :o) Mmm...love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Money. I got some Money for Christmas. YAY money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Nutella. Which I did not eat at all while in VA, BUT I saw it at the Food Lion store...so it counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DA2lPJaMYw3I&amp;ei=c9o7S7O5HYHwsQOehd3CBA&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=video_result&amp;resnum=5&amp;ct=thumbnail&amp;ved=0CCEQuAIwBA&amp;usg=AFQjCNG_lzCFQmFRbKJ_7hnJWT8HUTUdZg"&gt;O Christmas Tree&lt;/a&gt;. I got to decorate our tree this year for the first time in many years. It was pleasant. And enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for Planes. I rode two of them and sat on three. Long story. See previous postage for explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;source=web&amp;ct=res&amp;cd=1&amp;ved=0CAkQFjAA&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefreedictionary.com%2Fquagmires&amp;ei=q9o7S7X5O4zusgPQwPHHBA&amp;usg=AFQjCNHIXukqH0xRj1-W_-vHvpPhZKqr4A"&gt;quagmires&lt;/a&gt;. I spelled this word in a spelling game. I am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Ratatouille. I got this movie for Christmas, and I'm rather excited by that fact. :o) Woo hoo for building up my movie collection!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Star Trek. I got this movie for my daddy for Christmas. We watched it the evening of Christmas. It was a fun watch. What was even more fun was the fact that it had a digital copy and I put it on my iPod. :o) Now I can watch it too. WEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Twitter. I twittered quite a bit in VA. Are you following me? Cause you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for uhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for vacation. I needed a vacation. this little trip was a great vacation. that I got paid for it was a HUGE plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W is for White Christmas. I watched the movie with my fam Christmas Eve (LOVE IT!) and then there's the fact that I HAD a white Christmas. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X you know how hard it is to find words that start with X? I know. Lots of word gaming played this weekend. I know. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Yellow. My mom and I are both very yellow people. We like to play when we're together. We played. It was fun. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for......nothing. It's the end. Hope you had a great holiday. I know I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-5155216501872760425?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/5155216501872760425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=5155216501872760425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5155216501872760425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5155216501872760425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/abcs-of-va.html' title='the ABC&apos;s of VA'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-1467629225756234180</id><published>2009-12-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:40:54.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful, cold, winter day here in VA - freezing rain and EVERYTHING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a little Friday Fill-in-ness for your holiday pleasure. Have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. My boots&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;are non-existent. I should get some though&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I graduated from both High School and College in&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;this century.&lt;br /&gt;3. Imitation&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;they say is the best form of flattery&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Should we just sit&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and talk?&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd like&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;some sunshine and warm weather please&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;You expect me to&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;get over it? &lt;b&gt;yeah right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;enjoying my Christmas presents by the tree&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;shopping? and lots of reading&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy church with my family&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-1467629225756234180?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/1467629225756234180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=1467629225756234180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1467629225756234180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1467629225756234180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-8254605803412795448</id><published>2009-12-24T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:05:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!!</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas Eve. It's one of my favorite parts of the holidays. Part of this is because we eat our big meal on Christmas Eve. Ham, yummy potatoes (funeral potatoes some peeps call them in UT), my favorite cranberry salad and so many other Christmas favorites. I'm very much looking forward to dinner tonight. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN all of us kids sleep on the floor (or mattresses, or whatever) on the floor in a room together - far from the tree so no one can peek. :o) We all wake up around the same time and trek into the room where the tree is residing and see what Santa has brought us. I don't know what it is about Christmas Eve - but even though I'm growing up, I STILL can't sleep. I'm too anxious. It's kind of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wherever you are tonight, whatever your traditions, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas Eve and enjoy yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-8254605803412795448?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/8254605803412795448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=8254605803412795448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8254605803412795448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8254605803412795448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-2325891161004058417</id><published>2009-12-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:23:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Flying to VA December 2009</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I made it to VA. There were many adventures along the way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by reminding you that the East had a HUGE storm Friday/Saturday. There are 20 inches of snow all around the house and it's CRAZY outside. So, needless to say after all the flights being canceled on Saturday, we were worried that ours would have a ton of delays. Luckily for us, our flight was scheduled as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister B and i got to the airport 1 hour and 45 minutes before we were scheduled to leave and so we had plenty of time to get through security. This was good, because I forgot to take off my nifty knee sleeve that has metal down the sides and I went off in the booth 3 times. I ended up getting the FULL metal detector swipe. Of course, I'm wearing a bra with a metal support AND pants that have little snaps EVERYWHERE and the wand is WAY more sensitive than the walk-through detector...so I literally got the full pat down. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to our gate and have plenty of time to wait. It wasn't awful though and soon we were on the plane. The captain comes on to tell us we have to wait for the defroster guys to come and defrost our engines before we can take off. Well, an hour later we're still sitting there because the defroster guys got confused and forgot about us. &amp;nbsp;Finally they come to defrost our engines, but then they're .... stupid? and put the wrong kind of stuff in our engines. We're not allowed to leave. Instead, they make us all pile off the plane, they gave us a meal voucher and then said they'd bring another plane to us. Finally, at 12:30 pm we were cleared for take off and we were in the air to VA. We were 2.5 hours later than scheduled so my poor family had to chill in the airport. It was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally landed and there was a sweet reunion down by the baggage claim. We drove to the house...except when my dad pulled in the driveway of a house I was confused. You see, it wasn't the same house as last year. Now - a little back story. My family moved to a really old colonial house last August. The heater has never worked, and the landlords (my family was renting) wouldn't fix it until we closed on the house. (it's how it was written in the contract) &amp;nbsp;It has been REALLY frustrating for my parents. They started looking at their options, and found another house that doesn't have as much land, or a place for my mom's studio, BUT it has working heat and is overall just BETTER for my family. So! We drive up to this house and my parents tell us to get out and go say hi to Grandpa. So needless to say things are crazy around here. Things are still in boxes everywhere. The tree just got put up a day or so ago and has to be decorated. (which will be fun to do! i missed this last year) there are no christmas cookies or fudge or ANYTHING in the house so we have to make it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much this vacation is going to rock because i am getting paid to decorate, cook, and eat. I'm rather excited about it all. Hopefully the rest of my vacation is not as eventful and our flight back to UT goes pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'm going to go cook something yummy. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-2325891161004058417?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/2325891161004058417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=2325891161004058417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/2325891161004058417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/2325891161004058417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-in-flying-to-va-december.html' title='Adventures in Flying to VA December 2009'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-910772769218337844</id><published>2009-12-20T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:01:56.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leavin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;ON A JET PLANE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;ADIOS AMIGOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm flying to VA! (but please keep your fingers crossed....DC/VA has been getting a BUTT LOAD of snow and yesterday flights were canceled and stuff. so far, everything looks good for our flight.) :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My next post will be from little ol' Harrisonburg, VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;WOO HOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-910772769218337844?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/910772769218337844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=910772769218337844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/910772769218337844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/910772769218337844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-leavin.html' title='I&apos;m leavin&apos;!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-3757674883368904868</id><published>2009-12-18T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:00:01.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday before Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Guess what blogger friends? I fly to my family's house (it's not really my home?) in VA in just TWO DAYS! Yup, I leave Sunday morning! i'm rather excited to see Brother C, Sister D, and my grandpa who I haven't seen since LAST christmas. Of course I am also SUPER excited to hang out with my mom and dad (although I did see them in April, so it hasn't been as long for them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing the 12 days of Christmas for SwingKid. When they are all done I'll post what I did up here (I know the internets have conflicting things on before/after Christmas for the 12 days, I solved that problem by just doing it before I left. :o) ) but I have to wait until after day 12 is given so He doesn't see. (he does read this every once in a while.....hi love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see...Oh i got sick this week. SwingKid gave me his flu. It was a very quick bug, but no fun regardless. no fun AT ALL. and now, for our favorite Friday fill-ins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. No, we will NOT &lt;b&gt;be sick anymore&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I'm excited to eat&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the old kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched the steam rising from the hot cup of apple cider and thought:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I am so going to burn my tongue, and then I did! oops...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I hope everyone is&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;going to be okay &lt;b&gt;and have a wonderful Holiday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll take&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;one vacation from work for free please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Christmas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vacation starts tomorrow at noon,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at least from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;a wedding reception and cookie making with SwinKid&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;final packing, Truit's wedding reception, celebrating Christmas with SwingKid&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;FLY to VA to see my FAMILY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-3757674883368904868?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/3757674883368904868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=3757674883368904868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3757674883368904868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3757674883368904868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-before-christmas.html' title='Friday before Christmas!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-9009732893422008962</id><published>2009-12-14T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:17:40.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Marvels</title><content type='html'>It is Monday my friends. I had a fabulous weekend (although Logan got DUMPED with snow which made driving NO FUN) and enjoyed some much needed alone time with SwingKid. We were up very late talking about who knows what and just sitting on the couch. One of my favorite things EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was asked to speak in church. My topic was the First Christmas. Pretty much the Luke 2 story.&amp;nbsp; To begin my talk, I decided to take a jab at writing poetry. I took the well-loved story "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," and re-wrote it to be "'Twas the Night of His Birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out very nicely, if I do say so myself, and many of my friends in my ward were shocked to hear that I had written it. :o) So, for your reading pleasure this Monday morning and for today's edition of Monday Marvels, I give you 'Twas the Night of His Birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Twas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the night of His birth and all through Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the creatures were stirring, including the lambs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Caesar Augustus decreed all people be tax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And Joseph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and Mary weren't ones to be lax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They traveled afar with Mary with child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She never complained and was meek and mild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There was no room for them in many an inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Though Joseph looked and begged and pleaded with men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A small, humble stable was provided instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And a manger was given for his sweet head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Twas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; this cold night that a baby boy was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His mother assured his swaddling clothes were worn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And in the same country there were shepherds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Abiding in the field where none of the sheep stirred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until the bright, brilliant light bore down on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And an angel of the Lord appeared like a gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The poor shepherds were sore afraid but they listened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fear not: for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; behold" the Lord's angel proclaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I bring you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tidings of great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;joy, for unto you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the city of David a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Which is Christ the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; And this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;shall be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lying in a manger wrapped tightly will you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The babe who will be called Wonderful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Counsellor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So the shepherds made haste to the stable there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And they told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; of the babe and Mary fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mary kept their thoughts and treasured them in her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As the shepherds spread the word of this new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Far in the eastern lands were men traveling three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seeking a star, the sign of the new king to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;gifts&amp;nbsp; they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; brought: frankincense, gold and myrrh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gifts certainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; for how precious they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A humble beginning, for God's first born Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His life and ministry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;had&amp;nbsp; only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He came to earth as part of God's great plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To save each of us from the natural man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So as you seek for the Christmas spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Christ's birth I hope you'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Continue to seek for him through the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And not just at the coming of Santa's reindeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-9009732893422008962?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/9009732893422008962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=9009732893422008962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/9009732893422008962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/9009732893422008962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-marvels.html' title='Monday Marvels'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-8994837996943701107</id><published>2009-12-11T08:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:00:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a VERY COLD Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It has been SO FREAKING cold here in UT. It's supposed to start to get warmer this weekend, but since I'm spending tomorrow in Logan, I will not enjoy the "warmer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Good times:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;are had by all during the holidays. (i hope)&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Virginia is not&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;my home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;But i am going there to see my family in 9 days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;3. Sleigh bells ring&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;are you listening?&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I remember how awesome Christmas was when I was&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;5. Once more&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;with GUSTO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;When will this cold weather&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.spanishfork.org/newsevents/events/festivaloflights/"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt; with SwingKid, Sister B and her date&lt;/b&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;seeing a whole bunch of my cousins at my cousin's wedding in Logan (BRR!)&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;do really well on my talk. eek&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-8994837996943701107?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/8994837996943701107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=8994837996943701107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8994837996943701107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8994837996943701107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-cold-friday.html' title='a VERY COLD Friday!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-1206265310700915039</id><published>2009-12-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:35:38.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know it's cold in utah when...</title><content type='html'>your car thermometer reads 7 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes 6 minutes of your 10 minute commute to get the heater warm enough in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weatherman says it was 0 (and below 0 in parts) this morning and that we can expect the same the next 2 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-1206265310700915039?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/1206265310700915039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=1206265310700915039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1206265310700915039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1206265310700915039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-its-cold-in-utah-when.html' title='you know it&apos;s cold in utah when...'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-1810965096264817182</id><published>2009-12-07T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:19:39.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Marvels - Snow Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimsomerville.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/tree_snowing_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://jimsomerville.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/tree_snowing_800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking out the window (even though it's behind me) and seeing the pretty snow flurries everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate driving in the wet, icy conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how romantic it makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it is COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it makes it feel like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love or hate about the snow? Are you torn like me? Or are you very solid in your opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-1810965096264817182?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/1810965096264817182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=1810965096264817182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1810965096264817182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1810965096264817182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-marvels-snow-addition.html' title='Monday Marvels - Snow Addition'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-5240684564406157685</id><published>2009-12-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:03:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing Friday in December</title><content type='html'>well my friends, another friday is here and it is FREEZING. i hate the cold. i'm so ready for it to be warm again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You get &lt;strong&gt;the blanket, i'll get the hot cocoa and we'll be warm together&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I am trying to survive being cold&lt;/strong&gt; right to &lt;strong&gt;the bone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;3.  It's &lt;strong&gt;Christmas and finals&lt;/strong&gt; time. &lt;b&gt;I hate finals because they keep SwingKid in the library too late. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Having cold toes at work is&lt;/strong&gt; ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;5.  I feel more &lt;strong&gt;calm during this time of year than is normal - I think it has to do with the fact that I have NO FINALS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;give me a kiss and&lt;/strong&gt;...goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;7.  And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;my first ever &lt;a href="http://www.in-n-out.com/"&gt;In-N-Out&lt;/a&gt; experience&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;finishing up some crafty things&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;enjoy the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/christmas/0,6609,4617-1-81-1801,00.html"&gt;First Presidency Christmas Devotional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-5240684564406157685?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/5240684564406157685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=5240684564406157685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5240684564406157685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/5240684564406157685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/freezing-friday-in-december.html' title='Freezing Friday in December'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-7981186975931724198</id><published>2009-12-02T12:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:12:52.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reason# 222 why i hate being girl</title><content type='html'>in the winter, the toilet seat is WAY TOO COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-7981186975931724198?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/7981186975931724198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=7981186975931724198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/7981186975931724198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/7981186975931724198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/reason-222-why-i-hate-being-girl.html' title='reason# 222 why i hate being girl'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-6241800904318669352</id><published>2009-12-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:06:42.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torn</title><content type='html'>part of me wants to just sit here and complain about how hard real life is, how hard it is to work 2 full days of customer service ALL BY YOURSELF, and how hard it is to function on little sleep. BUT I feel like all I've done recently is complain about my life and i'm trying to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me wants to do this great post on the &lt;a href="http://www.byuarts.com/calendar/eventdescription_v2.php?eventid=58"&gt;Children of Eden&lt;/a&gt; playing at &lt;a href="http://byu.edu/"&gt;BYU&lt;/a&gt; right now, but I'm tired because I was up late last night. So, I think I'll just say that it was Fabulous and you should go see it RIGHT NOW before it closes on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ... I'm torn. i don't wan to complain, but I'm too tired to write an intelligent write-up. Sorry. I'm just lame. I'll sleep tonight and try to get myself un-lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-6241800904318669352?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/6241800904318669352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=6241800904318669352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/6241800904318669352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/6241800904318669352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/12/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-790510316203264985</id><published>2009-11-30T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:35:46.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Marvels</title><content type='html'>once upon a time there was a girl who worked customer service. her boss decided to take an extra day for the holiday weekend. her co-worker decided to go on a work trip to NY and her other co-worker felt sick and went home early. this poor girl had to work ALL BY HERSELF, ALL DAY LONG, in a NOT SO WARM office, with COLD TOES, &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; she had to go to Physical Therapy. sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, she couldn't come up with something for the monday marvels post. next week will be better. heck, tomorrow better be MUCH better or there will be kicking and screaming....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-790510316203264985?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/790510316203264985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=790510316203264985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/790510316203264985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/790510316203264985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-marvels_30.html' title='Monday Marvels'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-1281207160472715946</id><published>2009-11-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:33:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I am not going shopping today, I refuse to go out and deal with the scores of people doing crazy things (plus i wanted to sleep in. :o) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all y'all had a fabulous Thanksgiving. Here's today's Friday Fill-ins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Wait! Wait, don't forget&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;the real reason for the season&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast this morning will be&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;followed at once by&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;lunch, so much so that it will be Brunch!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 3. The trouble is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;my knee is bothering me and i'm not a fan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;My family celebrated Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;many miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;5. With a faint pop&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I tore my ACL sometime this summer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;SwingKid's hints about my Christmas present have been&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;shadowy and ominous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;decorating the apt for Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;the Holy War and eating turkey!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Sunday, I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy the last day of my 4-day weekend before heading back to work&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-1281207160472715946?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/1281207160472715946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=1281207160472715946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1281207160472715946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/1281207160472715946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-3249305130712081251</id><published>2009-11-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:14:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wed-friday!</title><content type='html'>oh man. I am so super ready to be done with work today...i really want to leave early. like, SO BAD! sigh....it gets quieter and quieter as the day goes on and I am so ready for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad of me to wish that none of my ballet students show up tonight? That would TOTALLY make my day the BEST DAY ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well next to yesterday morning where I got french toast and good morning kisses from SwingKid....sigh. Also, I am tired. I want my bed...RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all....hopefully they let&amp;nbsp; us go early....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-3249305130712081251?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/3249305130712081251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=3249305130712081251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3249305130712081251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3249305130712081251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-wed-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Wed-friday!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-8921228507529003662</id><published>2009-11-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:19:48.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Marvels - Thanksgiving edition</title><content type='html'>Today's Monday Marvels is all about Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thanksgiving. It's a great time to reflect on what one has been given in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a few of the things that i am super grateful for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My awesome &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadness.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;. I don't get to see them very often, but I love them all the same. They support me in all that I do and that is wonderful. I'm rather excited to go see them in 27 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - The &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;Gospel&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; How I love the gospel and the light it brings into my life. Whenever I'm having a hard time my Savior is there to lift me up and out of my pain. He is my rock, my Redeemer. I love the Book of Mormon and enjoy reading it. I get excited to listen to the words of the prophets twice a year and look forward to instruction from these men of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-452.html"&gt;SwingKid&lt;/a&gt;. Sure, we've had our rough and hard times. Things are not always flowers and butterflies, but I wouldn't want it any other way because I love how he loves me. I am so grateful that he supports me in my hobbies and in my trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Friends. I love all of my friends. I love my real-life friends, my blog friends, my facebook friends. All of them. Every one of them at some point has been a strength to me in my life and I am grateful to have always had good friends to guide me through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for and these are just a few. What are you thankful for this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-8921228507529003662?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/8921228507529003662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=8921228507529003662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8921228507529003662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8921228507529003662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-marvels-thanksgiving-edition.html' title='Monday Marvels - Thanksgiving edition'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-8882346437776001633</id><published>2009-11-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:07:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Thanksgiving Friday</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I get PAID to sit around and eat turkey, stuffing, pies...YUM!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We need &lt;strong&gt;more sunshine and less coldness&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;SwingKid did the cutest thing last night,&lt;/strong&gt; and it made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you want &lt;strong&gt;I'll jump for you, because I can jump now, even if it's not very high or very good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;I am really excited for Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; because &lt;strong&gt;I am getting paid to take a vacation. WOO HOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Massachusetts has a proposed 5% sales tax on elective cosmetic surgery; I think &lt;strong&gt;that this seems pointless and I 'm so confused as to why this would be on here....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Any holiday that has good food, friends, and family&lt;/b&gt; makes for a happy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;a date with SwingKid&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;teaching ballet, BYU football, possible pancakes with Chilly and relaxing&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;sleep in please&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-8882346437776001633?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/8882346437776001633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=8882346437776001633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8882346437776001633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8882346437776001633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-thanksgiving-friday.html' title='Pre-Thanksgiving Friday'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-3260683839783147888</id><published>2009-11-17T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:02:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days...</title><content type='html'>So last night I was &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Premenstrual+syndrome"&gt;PMS&lt;/a&gt;ing something&lt;i&gt; awful&lt;/i&gt;. I seriously was not a happy camper. Being the &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt; girl I am, I went shopping trying to boost my spirits (a really, REALLY stupid idea) and things did not go well. I went to &lt;a href="http://www.downeastbasics.com/"&gt;DownEast Basics&lt;/a&gt; because they have some super cute long sleeved shirts that I wanted to look into purchasing. So I picked up a few things and got into a dressing room. NOTHING looked good. It was extremely depressing. After 1.5 hours of shopping and having only a 30% success rate I gave up and started driving home nearly in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called SwingKid and ended up at his apartment where at one point I ended up curled up on the couch in a blanket trying to be happy. SwingKid knelt at the edge of the couch and asked me if I was tired, unhappy, pmsing, or angry at him. I wasn't angry at him, and I made sure he knew that. I wasn't exactly sure what i was feeling, but he then proceeded to ask me what &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; could do to make me feel better. I thought it was so sweet! He made sure to shower me with compliments and kisses before making me go home and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a much better day. I'm wearing one of my cute new shirts, new earrings, and I actually took time to do my hair. Even though I was limited on my time. I have plans to make things happy in my room tonight (it's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disaster"&gt;DISASTER&lt;/a&gt;) so as to help boost my spirits whenever I get home. PLUS tonight is &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/a&gt; night!! WOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but sing this song everywhere I go today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty and witty and bright!&lt;br /&gt;And I pity&lt;br /&gt;Any girl who isn't me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel charming,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so charming&lt;br /&gt;It's alarming how charming I feel!&lt;br /&gt;And so pretty&lt;br /&gt;That I hardly can believe I'm real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pretty girl in that mirror there:&lt;br /&gt;Who can that attractive girl be?&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty dress,&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty smile,&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stunning&lt;br /&gt;And entrancing,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running and dancing for joy,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/search?q=SwingKid"&gt;By a pretty wonderful boy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-3260683839783147888?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/3260683839783147888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=3260683839783147888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3260683839783147888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3260683839783147888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days...'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-3485958959718443441</id><published>2009-11-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:11:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Marvels - Laughing Edition</title><content type='html'>Okay. So, SwingKid has shown me some really fun YouTube videos as of late. I thought I would share them with you so they might lift your spirits on this Monday Morning. The second one is very clean...and humorous, but some people might find it...odd? Do not feel obligated to watch it. Have a great Monday y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1g3ENYxg9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1g3ENYxg9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKRYpQhBbGU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKRYpQhBbGU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-3485958959718443441?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/3485958959718443441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=3485958959718443441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3485958959718443441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/3485958959718443441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-marvels-laughing-edition.html' title='Monday Marvels - Laughing Edition'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-7723190482772743317</id><published>2009-11-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:48:34.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY the 13th!!</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd Friday the 13th of the year 2009. Kinda intriguing! The &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-ouch-sad.html"&gt;first one I tore my MCL&lt;/a&gt;, the second one I had my &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-over.html"&gt;Senior Project&lt;/a&gt; go on stage and here we are, the third one of the year. Hopefully things go well today and nothing seriously awful happens. (although the 2nd one wasn't AWFUL...just a little scary for me, but it turned out good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The last band I saw live was &lt;a href="http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmthursday.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yanni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What I look forward to most on Thanksgiving is &lt;strong&gt;pumpkin pie, cranberry jello salad, and football!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My Christmas/holiday shopping is  &lt;strong&gt;almost done, I just have to place an order online&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thoughts of &lt;strong&gt;my knee being 100% better&lt;/strong&gt; fill my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I wish I could wear &lt;strong&gt;my skinny jeans, but they won't fit over my wrap for my knee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bagpipes &lt;strong&gt;are part of my heritage, and my High School&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;whatever SwingKid plans for us&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;making SwingKid dinner and taking him to Ballet Showcase&lt;/strong&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;read more of Lady of the Forest&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-7723190482772743317?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/7723190482772743317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=7723190482772743317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/7723190482772743317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/7723190482772743317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13th.html' title='FRIDAY the 13th!!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-8723343479009025696</id><published>2009-11-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:25:53.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoisday!</title><content type='html'>I heart Thoisdays. Always. I always hate Wednesdays. (if you hadn't noticed that by now, then you're really slow and I apologize).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - yesterday ended up not sucking too bad. SwingKid didn't have to spend the evening in the &lt;a href="http://lib.byu.edu/"&gt;library&lt;/a&gt;, so we picked up a pizza and salad from &lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;Walmart&lt;/a&gt; and settled down to watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1093908/"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. That movie is SO darn funny! I had seen it before, but SwingKid hadn't and he really wanted to watch it.&amp;nbsp; After that was over we watched this week's episode of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/castle"&gt;Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SYTYCD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; episodes before I fell asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though the day-time part of my day was no fun and really not my favorite, my evening ended up being extremely pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random piece of information for the day - I've&amp;nbsp; been getting A LOT of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hangnail"&gt;hangnails&lt;/a&gt; lately and it's driving me crazy. I hate them with a passion. They hurt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - Physical Therapy yesterday = death. I had to walk BACKWARDS on a treadmill. Do you know how hard that is to do? It made me think of an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;awesome dance done on treadmills&lt;/a&gt;, but that didn't make it any less scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..................&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBzJGckMYO4"&gt;That's All Folks&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-8723343479009025696?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/8723343479009025696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=8723343479009025696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8723343479009025696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/8723343479009025696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoisday.html' title='Thoisday!'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10748138.post-149376278125853494</id><published>2009-11-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:20:49.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$#@%^$#^$%&amp;&amp;*</title><content type='html'>ornery – or⋅ner⋅y [awr-nuh-ree]&lt;br /&gt;adjective &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. ugly and unpleasant in disposition or temper: No one can get along with my ornery cousin. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. stubborn: I can't do a thing with that ornery mule. &lt;br /&gt;3. low or vile.&lt;br /&gt;4. inferior or common; ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Alive. It's only 8:15 and I can already tell that today is not going to be a very good day. I could tell this when I finally rolled out of bed this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I'm ornery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I didn't want to get out of my warm bed this morning. SwingKid couldn't give me a good reason to get out - so I stayed there until 7:15 trying to decide how long it would take me to get ready. I did it in 30 minutes in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;2. I woke up to my knee being NOT HAPPY. It HURT this morning. I took some ibuprofin as soon as I could, and it's only now kicking in. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I have physical therapy today. If my knee continues to be like this then PT will be NO FUN at all.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I want to sit home and read - but I don't have the time. :P&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Breakfast and me have not been friends lately. I don't feel like cooking, I'm not a fan of cereal, I HATE oatmeal (as much as I'm trying to enjoy it) and there are only so many bagels and cream cheese you can eat in a week. Suggestions on easy breakfasts that won't make me gag??&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I'm breaking out. I am not a fan of breaking out. I hate it to tell you the truth. :P&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Because Sister B is going to a concert tonight and Roommate R has to work, we did SpoonMe last night (which, b/c I am a dance instructor I got FREE spoonme, so awesome!) but that means that there is NO SpoonMe tonight which is something that I ALWAYS look forward to on Wednesdays. Now what am I going to do??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure the list is to keep growing...I'll update you if anything else happens to make me hate today more than I already do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Alishka Babushka thanks you for reading her blog.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10748138-149376278125853494?l=alishkababushka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/feeds/149376278125853494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10748138&amp;postID=149376278125853494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/149376278125853494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10748138/posts/default/149376278125853494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alishkababushka.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='@#$#@%^$#^$%&amp;&amp;*'/><author><name>alishka babushka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07551508922255225943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05771125907802489220'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>